15.Feb.22, 01:24 AM
As soon as he’d learned that the graduation for Malvayth’s first clutch overlapped with the usual window for Miri’s first Flight of the year, F’drel knew exactly what day she’d Fly. He’d spent the day trying to tire her out with running errands, and other than eating breakfast with R’dal and briefly congratulating N’lis on his graduation, they’d spent most of the day out of the Weyr. And yet, despite his best efforts, the inevitable conclusion of the day was confirmed when he woke up to the sound of someone falling out of a bed.
F’drel sighed internally and slowly rolled over so he could see which poor freshly-graduated dragonrider he’d have to—
He blinked his eyes open to N’lis.
Yeah, he really should have expected this one. Miri adored Dalsuth—as much as she adored any of her blues, and even more than some— and adored N’lis, so it was about inevitable that she’d be caught by Dalsuth at some point. F’drel would have preferred it hadn’t been on their graduation but he should have known better.
F’drel carefully suppressed another sigh, pulling the blankets around him—at least R’dal’s bed was a known quantity—as he sat up.
“You okay?” He hadn’t seen how N’lis had landed, and a head injury would needlessly complicate things.
F’drel sighed internally and slowly rolled over so he could see which poor freshly-graduated dragonrider he’d have to—
He blinked his eyes open to N’lis.
Yeah, he really should have expected this one. Miri adored Dalsuth—as much as she adored any of her blues, and even more than some— and adored N’lis, so it was about inevitable that she’d be caught by Dalsuth at some point. F’drel would have preferred it hadn’t been on their graduation but he should have known better.
F’drel carefully suppressed another sigh, pulling the blankets around him—at least R’dal’s bed was a known quantity—as he sat up.
“You okay?” He hadn’t seen how N’lis had landed, and a head injury would needlessly complicate things.