12.Jul.13, 09:26 PM
"I dislike that word," he said, "I never could understand why people use it." It didn't either. He felt much the same as he had a feeling Vaelya did. Like it was a dirty word, like the children who carried the term were meant to be hidden away never to be spoken of. He watched her as she shifted inch by inch towards him and allowed her the feeling of it being sneaky and unnoticed.
"He's not a child," he snorted, "he's a man grown. Seventeen. I have a seventeen turn old son, Vee!" He still couldn't believe it. He'd fully expected a small child, a toddler not the strapping young lad he'd bowled over. He was thankful she was willing to listen. He appreciated that she sounded so sincere about it too.
After he realized who Leyton was and when he was born, he remembered the flight that conceived him like it was yesterday. Leyla's Ministrith flew and rank young Ironth had been strong enough and fast enough to catch her. K'ton had been just as rank as Ironth that day and surprisingly enough had been as virginal as a holder girl on her wedding night. They'd gone their separate ways the next morning and K'ton hadn't seen the woman again. He never knew she'd conceived that night. Never knew he had a son until just a few days ago.
"His name is Leyton," he started as he scrubbed at Ironth's side briskly, "he's seventeen and his been alone for the past ten turns. Did you know he doesn't even look a thing like me? He looks just like my father." It pained him that he was such a self involved wank that he hadn't even realized that Leyton had been here in Katila this whole time and he'd never even known. That the boy's mother had died of firehead when he was seven. He should've looked harder.Don't beat yourself up so much, K'ton. Its done and in the past. Think of the future you'll have now, the brown spoke soothingly to K'ton.
"He's not a child," he snorted, "he's a man grown. Seventeen. I have a seventeen turn old son, Vee!" He still couldn't believe it. He'd fully expected a small child, a toddler not the strapping young lad he'd bowled over. He was thankful she was willing to listen. He appreciated that she sounded so sincere about it too.
After he realized who Leyton was and when he was born, he remembered the flight that conceived him like it was yesterday. Leyla's Ministrith flew and rank young Ironth had been strong enough and fast enough to catch her. K'ton had been just as rank as Ironth that day and surprisingly enough had been as virginal as a holder girl on her wedding night. They'd gone their separate ways the next morning and K'ton hadn't seen the woman again. He never knew she'd conceived that night. Never knew he had a son until just a few days ago.
"His name is Leyton," he started as he scrubbed at Ironth's side briskly, "he's seventeen and his been alone for the past ten turns. Did you know he doesn't even look a thing like me? He looks just like my father." It pained him that he was such a self involved wank that he hadn't even realized that Leyton had been here in Katila this whole time and he'd never even known. That the boy's mother had died of firehead when he was seven. He should've looked harder.