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30.Sep.18, 05:53 PM
F’drel stayed curled up with Halomirth, not really paying attention to whatever was going on around them. It wasn’t until he heard Edath and R’dal reaching the shore that he looked up. He watched as R’dal got himself out of the boat and walked over to them. Sort of, he stopped pretty far away. Now that he was thinking clearly, F’drel decided to let R’dal say everything he wanted to say before speaking up, instead of interrupting. Just let him say his piece. He couldn’t help his internal commentary, but R’dal didn’t need to hear it before he’d actually thought about everything.
The way he came across to R’dal surprised him, and it took all of his concentration not to frown in thought — frowning would definitely give the wrong impression right then, so he was careful not to. Really, why did R’dal always tell him he was attractive? Was he implying something? Cause it always set him on edge, and he wasn’t sure what R’dal meant by it. Also, sophisticated? Was that how he interpreted F’drel being reserved out of paranoia? Which, if it was, was probably a good way to come across to others, really. Still though, not a word he’d ever thought to apply to himself. Past the confusion, hearing that he came across as safe was actually kind of nice. F’drel didn’t want to make people feel unsafe. He felt threatened by pretty much everyone, so not adding to that himself was…good.
R’dal being the son of a Weyrleader threw him though. Was he really? The idea made him uncomfortable for a moment, drawing too many comparisons between Lords and Weyrleaders, before aggressively putting the thought aside. It wasn’t that similar, especially in the current state of things. None of the Weyrleaders had been in charge for more than five turns, so none of their children had grown up with that lordling sense of entitlement. And your father being Weyrleader didn’t guarantee anything. R’dal may be a Weyrleader’s son — F’drel assumed it was M’ris, considering how often he visited Ista to see siblings, so it made sense — but he was a bluerider, so he’d never have the position himself. So it wasn’t the same. He didn’t have to re-evaluate everything R’dal had ever done or said in light of the new information. He didn’t.
Responding to R’dal’s question about staying friends took F’drel a few moments. R’dal was just…if any other bluerider had given that speech, F’drel would have called bullshit, no way it could be genuine. But R’dal always seemed like he meant it, and F’drel was pretty much convinced the man didn’t have a deceptive bone in his body. And he hadn’t hated their odd friendship thus far. Sure, R’dal was weird and had the strangest ideas and was just a tad clingy, but it wasn’t bad. F’drel had even gotten used to all the cuddling. It’s not like he had that many friends to start with, and R’dal really wasn't a bad one to have. He swallowed, throat dry, trying to figure out what he wanted to say.
“It’s alright, R’dal, I’m not…it’s just a touchy subject, for me, and I overreacted a little. A lot. It’s — I don’t hate you, or anything, I know you didn’t mean to — I mean, how could you know? I just, when you said that, I wasn’t expecting it, and I didn’t know how to respond, so I just lashed out. I mean, I’m upset, but not with you. By which I mean, yes, we’re still friends, and I’m sorry.” F’drel stumbled through the explanation, trying to express his point clearly when he didn’t entirely understand his response himself. He bit his lip, unsure if his words were working and decided on a more non-verbal assurance to back up his words. Quickly he shifted over a bit so there was space for another person next to him against Miri’s chest and indicated the spot with a gesture.
“Here, do you wanna come sit with us while we dry off?”
The way he came across to R’dal surprised him, and it took all of his concentration not to frown in thought — frowning would definitely give the wrong impression right then, so he was careful not to. Really, why did R’dal always tell him he was attractive? Was he implying something? Cause it always set him on edge, and he wasn’t sure what R’dal meant by it. Also, sophisticated? Was that how he interpreted F’drel being reserved out of paranoia? Which, if it was, was probably a good way to come across to others, really. Still though, not a word he’d ever thought to apply to himself. Past the confusion, hearing that he came across as safe was actually kind of nice. F’drel didn’t want to make people feel unsafe. He felt threatened by pretty much everyone, so not adding to that himself was…good.
R’dal being the son of a Weyrleader threw him though. Was he really? The idea made him uncomfortable for a moment, drawing too many comparisons between Lords and Weyrleaders, before aggressively putting the thought aside. It wasn’t that similar, especially in the current state of things. None of the Weyrleaders had been in charge for more than five turns, so none of their children had grown up with that lordling sense of entitlement. And your father being Weyrleader didn’t guarantee anything. R’dal may be a Weyrleader’s son — F’drel assumed it was M’ris, considering how often he visited Ista to see siblings, so it made sense — but he was a bluerider, so he’d never have the position himself. So it wasn’t the same. He didn’t have to re-evaluate everything R’dal had ever done or said in light of the new information. He didn’t.
Responding to R’dal’s question about staying friends took F’drel a few moments. R’dal was just…if any other bluerider had given that speech, F’drel would have called bullshit, no way it could be genuine. But R’dal always seemed like he meant it, and F’drel was pretty much convinced the man didn’t have a deceptive bone in his body. And he hadn’t hated their odd friendship thus far. Sure, R’dal was weird and had the strangest ideas and was just a tad clingy, but it wasn’t bad. F’drel had even gotten used to all the cuddling. It’s not like he had that many friends to start with, and R’dal really wasn't a bad one to have. He swallowed, throat dry, trying to figure out what he wanted to say.
“It’s alright, R’dal, I’m not…it’s just a touchy subject, for me, and I overreacted a little. A lot. It’s — I don’t hate you, or anything, I know you didn’t mean to — I mean, how could you know? I just, when you said that, I wasn’t expecting it, and I didn’t know how to respond, so I just lashed out. I mean, I’m upset, but not with you. By which I mean, yes, we’re still friends, and I’m sorry.” F’drel stumbled through the explanation, trying to express his point clearly when he didn’t entirely understand his response himself. He bit his lip, unsure if his words were working and decided on a more non-verbal assurance to back up his words. Quickly he shifted over a bit so there was space for another person next to him against Miri’s chest and indicated the spot with a gesture.
“Here, do you wanna come sit with us while we dry off?”
