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10.May.13, 10:52 PM
As soon as C'vir politely declined the gift of the delightful blue shirt on his lap, M'din knew the poor young man was too frightened to accept such a token of friendship. With a sage nod, M'din sat back in his chair, fingers entwined on his stomach. He would have to be patient with the youth, tender to a fault to convince him of his safety in the home of a veteran rider. It seemed improbable that C'vir would eat the small brunch set before him in his anxious state, so M'din resolved to invite him to dinner another time, hopefully loosening the taut strings of formality around his backbone, and perhaps introducing him to his eldest son. Mariltin always liked a handsome face.
"Not to worry, young C'vir," M'din magnanimously replied, feebly attempting to match the other brownrider's ceremonious tone. He pulled the shirt from atop his guest's legs, laying it over the back of his own chair. "My clothes are always available for your use, should you ever require a change of wardrobe." Surreptitiously, he updated Armath, We're making progress in here. He's warming up!
I sincerely doubt that, Riddle King, the exasperated brown replied. Turning to Besulth, he dryly added, Prepare yourself for a suicide watch when C'vir finally escapes.
M'din's mouth opened in surprise, slackened the moment C'vir claimed he didn't date. To M'din, women were lovely creatures worthy of respect, and they held him in similar esteem. He knew though, without a reservation or doubt, that the ladies would be especially kind to an attractive young man with bright blue eyes and a headful of curls. As a matter of fact, most of the men at Katila would favor a gentleman with C'vir's looks with equal fervor. "Not a horde of women, no," M'din answered with a chuckle, scratching at his beard. "At the moment I'm quite single and just fine with it, but I think dating and relationships are such wonderful learning experiences. I have five children, and have never discovered more about myself than I have watching them grow. There were four women, their mothers, who mattered a great deal to me, each in their own ways." He took a sip of water, a fanciful smile gracing his visage. M'din was prone to daydreaming about such fond memories, and forced himself to continue advising the younger man on women. "I see them from time to time. Everything is cordial, of course," he wisely concluded. The rider did not feel the need to mention his first serious partner, Marialta, who had died in childbirth. She was a beautiful person, inside and out, and M'din considered himself an incredibly lucky man for having a child who resembled her so completely. His eldest, Mariltin, had fortunately inherited his mother's looks and the best aspects of her personality.
As C'vir spoke of the tragic loss of his sisters, M'din instinctively reached out, resting a heavy hand on the younger man's shoulder. A part of him was pleased that he finally opened up. "I'm so sorry about your sisters. When my own sister, K'dra, died, it was the hardest day of my life. That was nearly ten turns ago, and I still miss being able to talk to her." His attractive houseguest so reminded him of Khindra, something in the way he held himself- the familiar facade of aloof strength masking sensitivity that his sister adopted to protect herself- inspired M'din to explain, "You would have liked her, I think. She was a bluerider and her dragon was called Toboreth. K'dra was a fierce, ambitious woman, but she cared more deeply than anyone I've known about the wellbeing of others. You remind me of her, you know, and that's a high compliment." He warmly smiled at C'vir, inexplicably fond of the brownrider.
"Let's hope you don't share K'dra's vices though," M'din sheepishly mentioned. "She chased every green skirt she could find. Now that I think about it, I'd absolutely say she was the one with the horde of ladies."
"Not to worry, young C'vir," M'din magnanimously replied, feebly attempting to match the other brownrider's ceremonious tone. He pulled the shirt from atop his guest's legs, laying it over the back of his own chair. "My clothes are always available for your use, should you ever require a change of wardrobe." Surreptitiously, he updated Armath, We're making progress in here. He's warming up!
M'din's mouth opened in surprise, slackened the moment C'vir claimed he didn't date. To M'din, women were lovely creatures worthy of respect, and they held him in similar esteem. He knew though, without a reservation or doubt, that the ladies would be especially kind to an attractive young man with bright blue eyes and a headful of curls. As a matter of fact, most of the men at Katila would favor a gentleman with C'vir's looks with equal fervor. "Not a horde of women, no," M'din answered with a chuckle, scratching at his beard. "At the moment I'm quite single and just fine with it, but I think dating and relationships are such wonderful learning experiences. I have five children, and have never discovered more about myself than I have watching them grow. There were four women, their mothers, who mattered a great deal to me, each in their own ways." He took a sip of water, a fanciful smile gracing his visage. M'din was prone to daydreaming about such fond memories, and forced himself to continue advising the younger man on women. "I see them from time to time. Everything is cordial, of course," he wisely concluded. The rider did not feel the need to mention his first serious partner, Marialta, who had died in childbirth. She was a beautiful person, inside and out, and M'din considered himself an incredibly lucky man for having a child who resembled her so completely. His eldest, Mariltin, had fortunately inherited his mother's looks and the best aspects of her personality.
As C'vir spoke of the tragic loss of his sisters, M'din instinctively reached out, resting a heavy hand on the younger man's shoulder. A part of him was pleased that he finally opened up. "I'm so sorry about your sisters. When my own sister, K'dra, died, it was the hardest day of my life. That was nearly ten turns ago, and I still miss being able to talk to her." His attractive houseguest so reminded him of Khindra, something in the way he held himself- the familiar facade of aloof strength masking sensitivity that his sister adopted to protect herself- inspired M'din to explain, "You would have liked her, I think. She was a bluerider and her dragon was called Toboreth. K'dra was a fierce, ambitious woman, but she cared more deeply than anyone I've known about the wellbeing of others. You remind me of her, you know, and that's a high compliment." He warmly smiled at C'vir, inexplicably fond of the brownrider.
"Let's hope you don't share K'dra's vices though," M'din sheepishly mentioned. "She chased every green skirt she could find. Now that I think about it, I'd absolutely say she was the one with the horde of ladies."
