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02.Sep.18, 03:39 AM
R'dal stared, eyes wide with a bit of shock, as F'drel told him he didn't smile on command for blueriders. Was he being one of those bossy blueriders that greenriders seemed to hate? He didn't mean to be one! He was just having fun with a friend working out a plan. Maybe part of the problem stemmed from the fact that his closest group of friends since childhood had all Impressed to blue or bronze with no one going to a green. Well, except for Nerreh, but she didn't count. She was in her own class of awesomeness. Maybe he didn't know how to behave around greenriders? Maybe because the man was holdbred and they were thinking differently? Was he a Lord's son? That might explain it! He did seem to have a regal air about him and he didn't seem to like sex in the open or being told what to do. That explained a lot. He'd have to work a bit harder on behaving and reigning in his eagerness for, well, everything.
R'dal finally found a new expression and pouted at his companion. "Boooo... but fine. I'll play distraction even though you're more handsome. Not that I was asking you to sleep with anyone, you know. Just smile and apologise for being hungry and snagging some nibblies." Honestly, R'dal wondered if he was the better person to be the fall man in such situations, especially in Ista. His dad was the Weyrleader so would people let him get away with more, worried they'd get in trouble with M'ris for harassing his son? Or, would they all agree he should be made an example of and receive a stern punishment because of it? He'd worry about that later since they weren't going to get caught tonight!
With a wave for F'drel to resume following him, R'dal spun back toward their destination. At the door, he poked his head through slowly, glancing one way and then the other. As predicted, the coast was clear and R'dal slipped inside. As he passed a work bench, he peeked under various towels draped over bowls, usually finding dough left to rise over night and it only increased his desire for a sticky bun or some sort of pastry. When he made it to the pantry, R'dal was appalled to see how empty it currently was. He knew from a recent trip to the kitchen in Fort that it should have been stocked with a wide assortment of grains, root vegetables, and even some cheese wedges. Of course he knew the heat had devastated a lot of the Istan crops but R'dal didn't realise it was affecting the Weyr so much as well. Was that another reason why M'ris had so easily let anyone who wanted to transfer for a short time go without any fuss? The neatly set aside pastries left over from dinner to be saved for later confirmed it. Normally they'd be left out for anyone to take but this seemed to be bordering on rationing food.
Even with the guilt eating at him, R'dal carefully selected two smaller pastries from the trays and set them in a small towel, wrapping them up for transport. Enough of the residents were currently camping and wouldn't be back for breakfast and he wouldn't come by for food in the morning either, so it balanced out the two that he took. Maybe they shouldn't take berries? Maybe he'd see what there was first.
"How's the selection?" R'dal whispered as he came up beside F'drel. He assumed the greenrider had found the berries anyway since they were the actual goal and nothing else seemed to catch the man's fancy at the time of planning. "I got another snack just in case."
R'dal finally found a new expression and pouted at his companion. "Boooo... but fine. I'll play distraction even though you're more handsome. Not that I was asking you to sleep with anyone, you know. Just smile and apologise for being hungry and snagging some nibblies." Honestly, R'dal wondered if he was the better person to be the fall man in such situations, especially in Ista. His dad was the Weyrleader so would people let him get away with more, worried they'd get in trouble with M'ris for harassing his son? Or, would they all agree he should be made an example of and receive a stern punishment because of it? He'd worry about that later since they weren't going to get caught tonight!
With a wave for F'drel to resume following him, R'dal spun back toward their destination. At the door, he poked his head through slowly, glancing one way and then the other. As predicted, the coast was clear and R'dal slipped inside. As he passed a work bench, he peeked under various towels draped over bowls, usually finding dough left to rise over night and it only increased his desire for a sticky bun or some sort of pastry. When he made it to the pantry, R'dal was appalled to see how empty it currently was. He knew from a recent trip to the kitchen in Fort that it should have been stocked with a wide assortment of grains, root vegetables, and even some cheese wedges. Of course he knew the heat had devastated a lot of the Istan crops but R'dal didn't realise it was affecting the Weyr so much as well. Was that another reason why M'ris had so easily let anyone who wanted to transfer for a short time go without any fuss? The neatly set aside pastries left over from dinner to be saved for later confirmed it. Normally they'd be left out for anyone to take but this seemed to be bordering on rationing food.
Even with the guilt eating at him, R'dal carefully selected two smaller pastries from the trays and set them in a small towel, wrapping them up for transport. Enough of the residents were currently camping and wouldn't be back for breakfast and he wouldn't come by for food in the morning either, so it balanced out the two that he took. Maybe they shouldn't take berries? Maybe he'd see what there was first.
"How's the selection?" R'dal whispered as he came up beside F'drel. He assumed the greenrider had found the berries anyway since they were the actual goal and nothing else seemed to catch the man's fancy at the time of planning. "I got another snack just in case."
