16.Aug.18, 02:42 AM
It wasn’t until R’dal was a few feet away that F’drel even realized someone was there. Halomirth’s bulk — honestly, he had the largest green at any Weyr, he swore — had blocked him from view until he was right there. F’drel stiffened at the approach, worried the newcomer would be propositioning him any second. Instead he was offered dried fruit. A quick glance told him the bag did indeed contained berries, a kind he liked. He frowned at them.
“They aren’t going to make me suddenly have sex with the entire campsite, are they?” F’drel asked dryly, but he took a small handful anyway. While he didn’t think the dried berries were compromised in anyway, he examined the ones in his palm carefully before eating them. Didn’t hurt to be careful — not with this crowd. Then again, he’d mentioned his sister, which wasn’t exactly a sexy topic. Probably a good idea to pursue that topic, stay on decidedly un-sexy things.
“Your sister made them? Does she like making food usually, or is this a new interest?” Of his own sisters, none of them really made food for fun. For work, sure, but he couldn’t recall any of them making something like dried berries because they liked to. Maybe they had time to do that kind of thing now, since they’d left Nabol for Fort. F’drel would have to ask on his next visit. “Thank you, by the way.” He added, realizing he’d just questioned if he was being drugged and taken the food and not thanked… fuck, who was he talking to.
’Miri, do you know his name?’ The green considered for a moment, glancing over to see him with her own eyes. He’s Edath’s rider. She chirped, tilting her head to indicate one of the blues she was talking to. I didn’t ask his name. Should I? She asked, ready to question Edath about it.
’No, dear, I’ll manage,’ F’drel told her, figuring he could get through a conversation without using names if he had to. Just say ‘you’ a lot, it would be fine. He wanted to know what the bluerider was doing talking to him, considering everyone else was getting it on, but didn’t really want to ask. Too much of an invitation, and F’drel didn’t want to give even a hint of being interested.
“They aren’t going to make me suddenly have sex with the entire campsite, are they?” F’drel asked dryly, but he took a small handful anyway. While he didn’t think the dried berries were compromised in anyway, he examined the ones in his palm carefully before eating them. Didn’t hurt to be careful — not with this crowd. Then again, he’d mentioned his sister, which wasn’t exactly a sexy topic. Probably a good idea to pursue that topic, stay on decidedly un-sexy things.
“Your sister made them? Does she like making food usually, or is this a new interest?” Of his own sisters, none of them really made food for fun. For work, sure, but he couldn’t recall any of them making something like dried berries because they liked to. Maybe they had time to do that kind of thing now, since they’d left Nabol for Fort. F’drel would have to ask on his next visit. “Thank you, by the way.” He added, realizing he’d just questioned if he was being drugged and taken the food and not thanked… fuck, who was he talking to.
’Miri, do you know his name?’ The green considered for a moment, glancing over to see him with her own eyes. He’s Edath’s rider. She chirped, tilting her head to indicate one of the blues she was talking to. I didn’t ask his name. Should I? She asked, ready to question Edath about it.
’No, dear, I’ll manage,’ F’drel told her, figuring he could get through a conversation without using names if he had to. Just say ‘you’ a lot, it would be fine. He wanted to know what the bluerider was doing talking to him, considering everyone else was getting it on, but didn’t really want to ask. Too much of an invitation, and F’drel didn’t want to give even a hint of being interested.