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07.Apr.19, 04:06 AM
F’drel cautiously entered the office, trying to subtly glance around to make sure M’ris wasn’t hiding any Lords in there. He was not. In fact, they Weyrleader was the only person in the room. F’drel couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or not. He moved to take the chair when M’ris gestured to it, not wanting to start off the meeting with disobeying the Weyrleader. Besides, F’drel was pretty sure M’ris was the kind of authority who relaxed a little when people just did as he wanted, which was better than the alternative of a pissy Weyrleader.
Barely, barely, F’drel managed not to say something snarky — stupid — and ask how long it took to meet with every dragonrider currently living in Ista. Okay, maybe he didn’t claim every dragonrider, just dragonriders as a whole, but still. F’drel still felt targeted. He still assumed it was either about R’dal or his unfortunate connections to Holder Lords, but if he thought about it M’ris had always paid a weird amount of attention to him. The bronzerider had bought him wine an a Gather once and given him spending money, which still severely weirded F’drel out and was definitely a cause for concern in his mind. M’ris wasn’t this invested in other greenriders, F’drel knew he wasn’t. He wasn’t a total recluse, he did spend time with other greenriders sometimes, even called a few friends, and none of them had similar interactions with the Weyrleader. It meant F’drel was in some way ‘special,’ and F’drel hated it.
“I am well, Weyrleader,” he said quietly, counting the seconds of each breath to keep his breathing steady instead of holding it as he waited to figure out what the absolute fuck was going on with this meeting.
Barely, barely, F’drel managed not to say something snarky — stupid — and ask how long it took to meet with every dragonrider currently living in Ista. Okay, maybe he didn’t claim every dragonrider, just dragonriders as a whole, but still. F’drel still felt targeted. He still assumed it was either about R’dal or his unfortunate connections to Holder Lords, but if he thought about it M’ris had always paid a weird amount of attention to him. The bronzerider had bought him wine an a Gather once and given him spending money, which still severely weirded F’drel out and was definitely a cause for concern in his mind. M’ris wasn’t this invested in other greenriders, F’drel knew he wasn’t. He wasn’t a total recluse, he did spend time with other greenriders sometimes, even called a few friends, and none of them had similar interactions with the Weyrleader. It meant F’drel was in some way ‘special,’ and F’drel hated it.
“I am well, Weyrleader,” he said quietly, counting the seconds of each breath to keep his breathing steady instead of holding it as he waited to figure out what the absolute fuck was going on with this meeting.
