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09.May.14, 10:21 PM
R’nd wasn’t sure what to make of the slightly awkward parting but let the boy go with a word of thanks and a smile before he turned back to the task of packing up his belongings with the goal of heading to the hot springs next. When his name was so urgently called out again a moment later, he swung back around, confused and even a bit worried, thinking something had suddenly happened to Syrendryth. It wasn’t like T’ryn to panic or even raise his voice to call out like he had. When he saw the bronze pair still seemed okay, R’nd nearly laughed at himself for his way of thinking but all humour died as the boy suddenly made a crazy confession that left R’nd looking far from elegant as his mouth hung open.
As they stared at each other in the silence that kept growing louder around them, R’nd had no idea what to think, let alone say. Even Ayyonth was staying silent on the subject though he had no doubt already formed an opinion and whether or not he believed the kid. Why anyone would say they were his son and not actually be his son was the question he was currently trying to work out. Perhaps it was a joke; some prank one of his friends had put the poor kid up to for some reason or another to see R’nd’s reaction. It was rather well-timed with it being at the end of wing practice so there was a bit of a crowd. I’shan was probably bored lying in bed all day and was starting to mess with him as a new way to pass the time. Still, that seemed a bit too mean even for I’shan who didn’t always think things through.
Finally, words came to R’nd. “You can’t be my son. You’re so old,” how could he have a son that was twelve? He knew Telerii and remembered their time together back then and the other casual hook ups since then but had he really left her pregnant? Thinking on it a bit more, R’nd finally recalled seeing her pregnant belly showing a month or two after they had parted ways and he had moved on to someone else. He frowned, wondering if that was why Telerii never said anything at the time or ever. It was well-known that he was a playboy and children freaked him out because he didn’t know what to do with them, which was even more evident when he was left to care for Benden for any length of time.
The distance between them remained but R’nd had decent enough eyesight that he took to examining the boy more closely than he had ever done before. The blonde hair, the shape of his eyes, even the shape of T’ryn’s face were all very familiar. In fact, R’nd was close to believing the boy looked a lot like him when he was that age. There really wasn’t denying it any longer. Just as he had when Benden was presented to him, R’nd saw the similarities and a wave of guilt washed over him for never noticing sooner or giving off the vibe that he could have been approached before now. “You really are my son,” that was stating the obvious but he didn’t know what else to say.
As they stared at each other in the silence that kept growing louder around them, R’nd had no idea what to think, let alone say. Even Ayyonth was staying silent on the subject though he had no doubt already formed an opinion and whether or not he believed the kid. Why anyone would say they were his son and not actually be his son was the question he was currently trying to work out. Perhaps it was a joke; some prank one of his friends had put the poor kid up to for some reason or another to see R’nd’s reaction. It was rather well-timed with it being at the end of wing practice so there was a bit of a crowd. I’shan was probably bored lying in bed all day and was starting to mess with him as a new way to pass the time. Still, that seemed a bit too mean even for I’shan who didn’t always think things through.
Finally, words came to R’nd. “You can’t be my son. You’re so old,” how could he have a son that was twelve? He knew Telerii and remembered their time together back then and the other casual hook ups since then but had he really left her pregnant? Thinking on it a bit more, R’nd finally recalled seeing her pregnant belly showing a month or two after they had parted ways and he had moved on to someone else. He frowned, wondering if that was why Telerii never said anything at the time or ever. It was well-known that he was a playboy and children freaked him out because he didn’t know what to do with them, which was even more evident when he was left to care for Benden for any length of time.
The distance between them remained but R’nd had decent enough eyesight that he took to examining the boy more closely than he had ever done before. The blonde hair, the shape of his eyes, even the shape of T’ryn’s face were all very familiar. In fact, R’nd was close to believing the boy looked a lot like him when he was that age. There really wasn’t denying it any longer. Just as he had when Benden was presented to him, R’nd saw the similarities and a wave of guilt washed over him for never noticing sooner or giving off the vibe that he could have been approached before now. “You really are my son,” that was stating the obvious but he didn’t know what else to say.
