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05.Sep.18, 03:32 AM
F’drel wasn’t expecting the suggestion that they pick berries in Katila. At least the bluerider gave him time to think on it because he didn’t know how to respond right away. The walk back to his weyr was spent mulling it over, and he barely registered his companion’s restraint on this walk through the Weyr.
He had not, as a matter of fact, been to Katila yet. Ista and Fort had already been reopened by the time he was Searched, so he’d never really had the opportunity. Seeing the place would be interesting, surely, but F’drel didn’t have a burning desire to visit. It was likely a good place to look for berries though. If the Weyr pantries were anything to go by, the area around Ista likely didn’t have many and they’d probably have to try the mainland anyway. So going to Katila made sense from that perspective. Of course, F’drel was hesitant to go somewhere he knew little about — a different continent even — alone with someone he barely knew. The whole idea had his neck prickling uncomfortably.
But he wouldn’t be totally alone with the bluerider, not really. He had Halomirth, and as often as F’drel bemoaned her tendency to encourage him to make friends, if he really wanted out she would take him. So really, Katila was as safe in that regard as any other place on Pern, so they might as well go somewhere there was more likely to be decent berries.
By the time F’drel had decided this, having gone through all possible arguments multiple times, they’d arrived at his weyr. They headed out to the ledge with the dragons and, upon Miri’s insistence, ended up leaning against her side again. He accepted the offered pastry with a nod, not concerned about the integrity of the food this time — he doubted Casa had drugged the entire Weyr pantry, though considering the fun she seemed to be having that evening F’drel might want to start worrying about that for the future. F’drel had just picked up the treat when Edath’s rider apologized, and he could only blink in surprise. He didn’t expect an apology, and he couldn’t be sure it was sincere, but it was nice of the bluerider to say. Time would tell if he meant it. Having processed the apology, F’drel nodded in acceptance of it, deciding not to make a further fuss about it — him snapping earlier was already too much — and offered something of an apology of his own.
“Katila is probably a good place to pick berries. We can see how we feel about a tour once we’re there.” he said, before taking a bit of the pastry and settling in for the inevitable outburst of excitement at his agreeing to the bluerider’s idea.
He had not, as a matter of fact, been to Katila yet. Ista and Fort had already been reopened by the time he was Searched, so he’d never really had the opportunity. Seeing the place would be interesting, surely, but F’drel didn’t have a burning desire to visit. It was likely a good place to look for berries though. If the Weyr pantries were anything to go by, the area around Ista likely didn’t have many and they’d probably have to try the mainland anyway. So going to Katila made sense from that perspective. Of course, F’drel was hesitant to go somewhere he knew little about — a different continent even — alone with someone he barely knew. The whole idea had his neck prickling uncomfortably.
But he wouldn’t be totally alone with the bluerider, not really. He had Halomirth, and as often as F’drel bemoaned her tendency to encourage him to make friends, if he really wanted out she would take him. So really, Katila was as safe in that regard as any other place on Pern, so they might as well go somewhere there was more likely to be decent berries.
By the time F’drel had decided this, having gone through all possible arguments multiple times, they’d arrived at his weyr. They headed out to the ledge with the dragons and, upon Miri’s insistence, ended up leaning against her side again. He accepted the offered pastry with a nod, not concerned about the integrity of the food this time — he doubted Casa had drugged the entire Weyr pantry, though considering the fun she seemed to be having that evening F’drel might want to start worrying about that for the future. F’drel had just picked up the treat when Edath’s rider apologized, and he could only blink in surprise. He didn’t expect an apology, and he couldn’t be sure it was sincere, but it was nice of the bluerider to say. Time would tell if he meant it. Having processed the apology, F’drel nodded in acceptance of it, deciding not to make a further fuss about it — him snapping earlier was already too much — and offered something of an apology of his own.
“Katila is probably a good place to pick berries. We can see how we feel about a tour once we’re there.” he said, before taking a bit of the pastry and settling in for the inevitable outburst of excitement at his agreeing to the bluerider’s idea.
