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02.Jan.19, 04:14 AM
F’drel waited as Mylorah listened in to the nearby conversation. He took another sip of klah, careful not to dislodge her from his shoulder since she had apparently decided he was a good pillow (what was it with people using him as a pillow? R’dal and Mylorah both did it, some of his siblings did, and that was most of F’drel’s sphere of people right there). The information that the bluerider and brownrider had also slept together didn’t surprise him in the slightest, and F’drel sighed. Holders and Weyrfolk were all the same when it came to absurd relationship drama, and the brownrider trying to maintain he wasn’t into men reminded him of a few Holders he could — unfortunately — name.
He nodded at Mylorah’s assessment of probable father’s of the woman’s unborn child, relieved when Mylorah moved back to a normal sitting position. Made drinking his klah much easier. “Result of a summer fling would be unlikely,” F’drel agreed with her. He had four younger siblings, he knew a bit about how pregnancies worked. Hardly made him an expert, but enough to determine that if it was only starting to show signs now, it probably started much more recently.
Even as he discussed the gossip with Mylorah, F’drel still had no interest in any of the people involved or who the ‘real’ father was. It was drivel, but it was information — and it was always better to have the information that for someone else to have it. And it was really disgustingly easy to get personal details on people in the Weyr, which always made F’drel worry what people knew about him. He much preferred to be as anonymous as possible, thank you very much. Kept you a lot safer.
Of course, Mylorah’s conclusions from the gossip were a lot different than his own. Not having an official mate might mean no one could cheat on you, but it also increased the number of people who knew personal details about you and could fuck you over (and not in a sexy way). But Mylorah wasn’t nearly as paranoid about everyone as he was, if her propensity for attempting to befriend random people was anything to go by. He was not at all surprised that Mylorah already knew of the drama unfolding, even though it sounded like some of it was barely days old.
F’drel was also a little worried about something else Mylorah had said — the bit about having attractive friends. People called him ‘attractive’ uncomfortably often and F’drel really hoped she wasn’t thinking of him when she said that. He was probably overthinking, really, Mylorah was friendly with over half the Weyr and it was probably a general statement, but it made him uneasy regardless. “I’m sure someone would manage to keep secrets and hurt feelings despite that, but perhaps the risk is lower,” F’drel said awkwardly, taking another sip of klah. Who knew, maybe it would work for her. She seemed the type to make things go her way through sheer willpower. Example the first, their entire friendship.
He nodded at Mylorah’s assessment of probable father’s of the woman’s unborn child, relieved when Mylorah moved back to a normal sitting position. Made drinking his klah much easier. “Result of a summer fling would be unlikely,” F’drel agreed with her. He had four younger siblings, he knew a bit about how pregnancies worked. Hardly made him an expert, but enough to determine that if it was only starting to show signs now, it probably started much more recently.
Even as he discussed the gossip with Mylorah, F’drel still had no interest in any of the people involved or who the ‘real’ father was. It was drivel, but it was information — and it was always better to have the information that for someone else to have it. And it was really disgustingly easy to get personal details on people in the Weyr, which always made F’drel worry what people knew about him. He much preferred to be as anonymous as possible, thank you very much. Kept you a lot safer.
Of course, Mylorah’s conclusions from the gossip were a lot different than his own. Not having an official mate might mean no one could cheat on you, but it also increased the number of people who knew personal details about you and could fuck you over (and not in a sexy way). But Mylorah wasn’t nearly as paranoid about everyone as he was, if her propensity for attempting to befriend random people was anything to go by. He was not at all surprised that Mylorah already knew of the drama unfolding, even though it sounded like some of it was barely days old.
F’drel was also a little worried about something else Mylorah had said — the bit about having attractive friends. People called him ‘attractive’ uncomfortably often and F’drel really hoped she wasn’t thinking of him when she said that. He was probably overthinking, really, Mylorah was friendly with over half the Weyr and it was probably a general statement, but it made him uneasy regardless. “I’m sure someone would manage to keep secrets and hurt feelings despite that, but perhaps the risk is lower,” F’drel said awkwardly, taking another sip of klah. Who knew, maybe it would work for her. She seemed the type to make things go her way through sheer willpower. Example the first, their entire friendship.
