14.Sep.13, 01:57 AM
His puzzled expression only intensified when she asked her question. "My mother, a dragonrider?" I'shan wasn't sure if he would ever get used to the fact that woman riders existed. He'd never minded them, but they were both unknown to him before he went to the Weyr and rarely seen afterwards. He avoided them so carefully during flights and had been so hastily swept into bluerider circles (where they were the rarest) that he honestly just never felt familiar to him. He couldn't have cared less, but in those moments, imagining his own mother at one of these exotic creatures was a bit amusing!
He blinked a couple times, then grinned. "Nope. Not even close," he said. What exactly was his mom? He'd never been able to really nail down what she did for a living. Some days she cleaned houses or worked for tips, some days she played a little music here or there, though that was more dangerous than profitable. She'd really done whatever she could to keep a roof over their heads. He knew sometimes she stayed gone a long time, and other times she convinced him to sing in taverns and collected coins while he grinned and accepted the praise of the impressed patrons. What was she, exactly?
Other than single.
"Mom was holdborn," he replied simply, shrugging, deciding against putting too much thought into it. He always liked to imagine her as wold and free, but the more he learned about real hold life, the more he had to not think about it. He'd always imagined his mom was special, made of steel and fire. She lived alone with no one other than her little baby boy, and she didn't have to answer to anyone. That was good, right?
He'd been too young when he left to really understand. It didn't help that she kept him in the dark as much as she could. He twitched again. Outside, Ilveriath decided to hazard a glance around I'shan's memories and let out a slight hiss. The blue dragon detested the memories of that woman that floated around in I'shan's head. He loved her so, idolized her even, and yet she seemed so toxic to the dragon! He creeled with worry and soothed I'shan, who suddenly found himself missing her an awful lot. Ilveriath didn't care if he hated her himself. I'shan loved her, or at least thought he did.
I'shan realized quite suddenly that he was gnawing on his lip and wringing his hands. He huffed a bit and pouted. "Nothing special. She was sort of...I dunno. She did odd jobs and all that." He didn't need to point out that it was hard. Even as a kid he knew it had been hard without a father. He didn't care to think about how hard, though. "Mostly at inns and in other households. She worked a lot."
He blinked a couple times, then grinned. "Nope. Not even close," he said. What exactly was his mom? He'd never been able to really nail down what she did for a living. Some days she cleaned houses or worked for tips, some days she played a little music here or there, though that was more dangerous than profitable. She'd really done whatever she could to keep a roof over their heads. He knew sometimes she stayed gone a long time, and other times she convinced him to sing in taverns and collected coins while he grinned and accepted the praise of the impressed patrons. What was she, exactly?
Other than single.
"Mom was holdborn," he replied simply, shrugging, deciding against putting too much thought into it. He always liked to imagine her as wold and free, but the more he learned about real hold life, the more he had to not think about it. He'd always imagined his mom was special, made of steel and fire. She lived alone with no one other than her little baby boy, and she didn't have to answer to anyone. That was good, right?
He'd been too young when he left to really understand. It didn't help that she kept him in the dark as much as she could. He twitched again. Outside, Ilveriath decided to hazard a glance around I'shan's memories and let out a slight hiss. The blue dragon detested the memories of that woman that floated around in I'shan's head. He loved her so, idolized her even, and yet she seemed so toxic to the dragon! He creeled with worry and soothed I'shan, who suddenly found himself missing her an awful lot. Ilveriath didn't care if he hated her himself. I'shan loved her, or at least thought he did.
I'shan realized quite suddenly that he was gnawing on his lip and wringing his hands. He huffed a bit and pouted. "Nothing special. She was sort of...I dunno. She did odd jobs and all that." He didn't need to point out that it was hard. Even as a kid he knew it had been hard without a father. He didn't care to think about how hard, though. "Mostly at inns and in other households. She worked a lot."