28.Feb.18, 03:03 PM
“F’drel, of —” He started saying out of habit before processing that the man — D’hys, apparently, and F’drel could swear he’d heard the name before but couldn’t recall anything said accompanying it — had already said his dragon’s name and obviously knew she was a green. “Well, you know that bit, I imagine.” He continued, a little sheepishly. F’drel paused before responding the the rest of D’hys’ comment. What was he supposed to say to that? Thanks? A moment later, his still slightly foggy mind caught onto the fact the other man wasn’t from Ista — which made him feel a bit better about not knowing who he was.
“Do you often go to other Weyrs to crash Flights, then?” F’drel asked, trying to sound teasing and not accusatory, since he was just curious and didn't care what the answer actually was. He had kind of figured it would be Istan dragons who flew, as greens rising wasn’t important enough to send an alert to other Weyrs about. So D’hys was probably just in the area, right?
He turned his head a little to get a better look at D’hys, considering the bluerider (He actually was rather pleased it hadn’t been a brown to catch Halomirth). The man hadn’t left yet — that had happened to one of his friends from his weyrling class, he had been left before waking up from his maiden Flight — but F’drel wasn’t sure why. Basic politeness? Did D’hys just want to chat? Make sure F’drel knew who won his maiden (and then, for whose benefit?)? Go for another round where the dragons weren’t in control (he knew some people liked to do that after Flights)? He couldn’t tell. He wasn’t even entirely sure what his own preference was, this was all new. F’drel was rather surprised he wasn’t itching to kick the man out immediately, actually, but he could feel Halomirth’s sleepy contentment bleeding through to him and supposed she was (unintentionally) helping keep him as calm as he was. After a few seconds he remembered he was staring, and tried to adjust his position a little to look elsewhere, which led him to notice the odd angle he was at. F’drel furrowed his eyebrows for a moment of confusion before realizing he was using the bluerider as a pillow.
“I’m not crushing you or anything, am I? Would you like me to move?” He asked, shifting slightly to prepare to roll over if he had to. Didn’t want to annoy the man by cutting off his circulation.
“Do you often go to other Weyrs to crash Flights, then?” F’drel asked, trying to sound teasing and not accusatory, since he was just curious and didn't care what the answer actually was. He had kind of figured it would be Istan dragons who flew, as greens rising wasn’t important enough to send an alert to other Weyrs about. So D’hys was probably just in the area, right?
He turned his head a little to get a better look at D’hys, considering the bluerider (He actually was rather pleased it hadn’t been a brown to catch Halomirth). The man hadn’t left yet — that had happened to one of his friends from his weyrling class, he had been left before waking up from his maiden Flight — but F’drel wasn’t sure why. Basic politeness? Did D’hys just want to chat? Make sure F’drel knew who won his maiden (and then, for whose benefit?)? Go for another round where the dragons weren’t in control (he knew some people liked to do that after Flights)? He couldn’t tell. He wasn’t even entirely sure what his own preference was, this was all new. F’drel was rather surprised he wasn’t itching to kick the man out immediately, actually, but he could feel Halomirth’s sleepy contentment bleeding through to him and supposed she was (unintentionally) helping keep him as calm as he was. After a few seconds he remembered he was staring, and tried to adjust his position a little to look elsewhere, which led him to notice the odd angle he was at. F’drel furrowed his eyebrows for a moment of confusion before realizing he was using the bluerider as a pillow.
“I’m not crushing you or anything, am I? Would you like me to move?” He asked, shifting slightly to prepare to roll over if he had to. Didn’t want to annoy the man by cutting off his circulation.