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14.Jul.19, 02:52 AM
It was supposed to be a quick trip to Telgar. All F’drel had been doing was dropping off a small gift basket for a Weyrling, the son of one of the women at Ista who did the laundry for the higher ranking dragonriders who could get away with making other people clean their clothes for them. F’drel knew her reasonably well due to the frequency with which he did his own laundry, and she’d asked him if he could bring her son, a greenrider who had Impressed the turn before and had yet to be allowed to travel from Telgar, to bring him a basket of things — food, clothes, some other things, F’drel didn’t really root through the basket to find out, so he didn’t know exactly — that she felt was a little too big for a firelizard to safely take for her. And of course, F’drel had said yes, because he liked her, and wanted her young greenrider son to get his gift and the visible reminder of how much his mother loves and supports him.
Except after dropping off the basket of things, he’d been spotted by R’nd as he headed back to Halomirth, and then invited to dinner so R’nd could ask after Mylorah. Because apparently he didn’t trust T’ryn or A’tay to tell the truth about how she felt. Did R’nd really think he’d get much better from F’drel? ‘Impartial’ his ass, Mylorah was his friend, he wasn’t fucking impartial. F’drel strongly favored Mylorah in this situation and he wasn’t about to go telling things told to him in confidence to her father, a man she wasn’t exactly on amazing terms with. He wouldn’t do it, it wasn’t his place.
F’drel listened quietly, debating the best way to respond to R’nd’s line of questioning. He really didn’t like this trend of his friend’s father’s interrogating him about their kids. Not that F’drel had a high opinion of fathers as a rule, but were they all completely incapable of talking to their kids? Did they really think a random greenrider who was friendly with their children was the best source of information? Did men become useless at communication once they reproduced? What the fuck. And he didn’t have any advance warning so he couldn’t check what he was allowed to say. F’drel didn’t want to tell R’nd anything Mylorah didn’t want the man to know, but since he didn’t know what that was, he was in the dark about what he could say. Hopefully he could muddle his way through it with statements that didn’t actually say anything like he mostly managed with M’ris until he could speak with Mylorah.
He was about to say something vague and noncommittal when R’nd said something about the food, before trailing off, looking at a point over F’drel’s shoulder. F’drel shifted to see what had caught his attention without being too dramatic about it, and froze when he got his answer. What was D’hys doing here, F’drel wondered, managing to unfreeze enough to give a tiny stiff nod in response to the bluerider’s greeting, then turned back around, no longer able to see the two men. Why was he with B’jin? Were they friends? And why did B’jin look so pissed? F’drel could understand irritation at having to spend time with D’hys, but it seemed to be directed at R’nd. Weren’t they mated? Were R’nd and B’jin fighting? Did D’hys have something to do with? F’drel had no idea, though it wasn’t like he was going to ask R’nd. In fact, considering the confused expression R’nd had as he looked past F’drel, presumably at his mate, asking about it seemed like a terrible idea.
F’drel went back to eating, waiting for R’nd to continue talking, but when it became clear he wasn’t going to and the awkward silence would continue indeterminately, F’drel went back to the original topic; Mylorah. D’hys and B’jin and whatever they were doing wasn't unimportant, and having D’hys somewhere he couldn’t see the man made him jumpy, but surely if either of them approached R’nd’s face would give him a heads up. Time to move on for the moment.
“Mylorah’s fine,” he said, as reluctant as he was to talk about his friend, knowing she liked being a bit mysterious when it came to her father, “It’s something new, it takes time to adjust. She’s adjusting.” Which was true, even if it said basically nothing. Mylorah acknowledged that things were different and she had begun to process how things were different, it didn’t really tell R’nd anything at all. How well she was adjusting was a different question. But he hadn’t asked that, exactly.
Except after dropping off the basket of things, he’d been spotted by R’nd as he headed back to Halomirth, and then invited to dinner so R’nd could ask after Mylorah. Because apparently he didn’t trust T’ryn or A’tay to tell the truth about how she felt. Did R’nd really think he’d get much better from F’drel? ‘Impartial’ his ass, Mylorah was his friend, he wasn’t fucking impartial. F’drel strongly favored Mylorah in this situation and he wasn’t about to go telling things told to him in confidence to her father, a man she wasn’t exactly on amazing terms with. He wouldn’t do it, it wasn’t his place.
F’drel listened quietly, debating the best way to respond to R’nd’s line of questioning. He really didn’t like this trend of his friend’s father’s interrogating him about their kids. Not that F’drel had a high opinion of fathers as a rule, but were they all completely incapable of talking to their kids? Did they really think a random greenrider who was friendly with their children was the best source of information? Did men become useless at communication once they reproduced? What the fuck. And he didn’t have any advance warning so he couldn’t check what he was allowed to say. F’drel didn’t want to tell R’nd anything Mylorah didn’t want the man to know, but since he didn’t know what that was, he was in the dark about what he could say. Hopefully he could muddle his way through it with statements that didn’t actually say anything like he mostly managed with M’ris until he could speak with Mylorah.
He was about to say something vague and noncommittal when R’nd said something about the food, before trailing off, looking at a point over F’drel’s shoulder. F’drel shifted to see what had caught his attention without being too dramatic about it, and froze when he got his answer. What was D’hys doing here, F’drel wondered, managing to unfreeze enough to give a tiny stiff nod in response to the bluerider’s greeting, then turned back around, no longer able to see the two men. Why was he with B’jin? Were they friends? And why did B’jin look so pissed? F’drel could understand irritation at having to spend time with D’hys, but it seemed to be directed at R’nd. Weren’t they mated? Were R’nd and B’jin fighting? Did D’hys have something to do with? F’drel had no idea, though it wasn’t like he was going to ask R’nd. In fact, considering the confused expression R’nd had as he looked past F’drel, presumably at his mate, asking about it seemed like a terrible idea.
F’drel went back to eating, waiting for R’nd to continue talking, but when it became clear he wasn’t going to and the awkward silence would continue indeterminately, F’drel went back to the original topic; Mylorah. D’hys and B’jin and whatever they were doing wasn't unimportant, and having D’hys somewhere he couldn’t see the man made him jumpy, but surely if either of them approached R’nd’s face would give him a heads up. Time to move on for the moment.
“Mylorah’s fine,” he said, as reluctant as he was to talk about his friend, knowing she liked being a bit mysterious when it came to her father, “It’s something new, it takes time to adjust. She’s adjusting.” Which was true, even if it said basically nothing. Mylorah acknowledged that things were different and she had begun to process how things were different, it didn’t really tell R’nd anything at all. How well she was adjusting was a different question. But he hadn’t asked that, exactly.
