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03.Mar.19, 09:27 AM
R’nd started at B’jin’s exclamation, not having heard his mate come in. That alone was already a good indicator something was off about the bluerider that seemed to always be aware of his surroundings and gave his attention to those he was with. He glanced up from his cup he had been staring in, thoughts alternating between the saying that someone was looking for the answers at the bottom of their mug and actually hoping that was true. “It wasn’t dark when I sat down,” he shrugged and tossed back the rest of the drink.
He was starting to feel numb, which was nice and yet discomforting. R’nd didn’t enjoy losing control like getting drunk usually led to but he wanted to forget the pain of the day—though it wasn’t like he could live in a constant state of whiskey-induced bliss for the rest of his life. He would have to learn how to cope with the news and while his first instinct was to say he didn’t want to talk about it—he hated burdening anyone with his issues—he wondered if it would help. After all, wasn’t that what he told his friends when he saw them upset or sad? He wanted to comfort them and asked them to confide in him.
“Pendalier informed me I am no longer welcomed at the Hold. He called me the bastard of a weak-minded, cheating whore. I punched him. Eridella begged me to take us home. She confirmed that she and I share the same father but it’s not the man that raised us.” R’nd had no idea when his siblings found out this information. Did they always know? Was it when he was presumed dead? Was it on their mother’s deathbed? Did she have it written down and Pendalier found it after she was dead? He honestly didn’t know for Pendalier but Eridella admitted she had known since her wedding. Their mother confessed as it was a good way to ensure husbands continued to get the offspring they wanted. His darling sister couldn’t stop there, though, as she admitted that her two youngest were from a lover as her husband could still preform but she wasn’t getting pregnant from him.
R’nd knew he couldn’t judge Eridella on that given the children he had running around with various women. But at least they all seemed to know who their real father was, even if they didn’t want him in their lives. That was something else entirely he had to speak to B’jin and his sons about but that would wait until he was done with his own identity crisis.
He waited another moment to let the information be processed as the cup was set down on a table. He was done with the alcohol. It would be so easy to keep downing shot after shot but the taste wasn’t really to his liking and neither was the desired effect. Yes, he wanted to forget but nothing else that went with a bottle of whiskey sounded delightful.
“It makes sense, really,” he began his tale again, focus back on B’jin both as a way to watch his mate’s reactions and for his own selfish comfort the man’s very presence brought him. “While I didn’t think father hated me and I didn’t hate him, I just couldn’t live up to standards. I did wonderfully in all of my lessons and my manners were impeccable but I thought my lack of love for the seacraft, which created the Hold and kept us secure, never sat well with him.” He recalled his father seeming to approve of being Searched but R’nd had never been able to figure out if that was because he liked the idea of his youngest being a dragonrider or if it was the better alternative than seeing his son show little passion for the seacraft and becoming an embarrassment in the community. Now he knew the truth. Pendar likely knew he only had one legitimate child amongst the three claiming to be his yet he went along with it as best as he could so as not to lose control over his subjects.
He was starting to feel numb, which was nice and yet discomforting. R’nd didn’t enjoy losing control like getting drunk usually led to but he wanted to forget the pain of the day—though it wasn’t like he could live in a constant state of whiskey-induced bliss for the rest of his life. He would have to learn how to cope with the news and while his first instinct was to say he didn’t want to talk about it—he hated burdening anyone with his issues—he wondered if it would help. After all, wasn’t that what he told his friends when he saw them upset or sad? He wanted to comfort them and asked them to confide in him.
“Pendalier informed me I am no longer welcomed at the Hold. He called me the bastard of a weak-minded, cheating whore. I punched him. Eridella begged me to take us home. She confirmed that she and I share the same father but it’s not the man that raised us.” R’nd had no idea when his siblings found out this information. Did they always know? Was it when he was presumed dead? Was it on their mother’s deathbed? Did she have it written down and Pendalier found it after she was dead? He honestly didn’t know for Pendalier but Eridella admitted she had known since her wedding. Their mother confessed as it was a good way to ensure husbands continued to get the offspring they wanted. His darling sister couldn’t stop there, though, as she admitted that her two youngest were from a lover as her husband could still preform but she wasn’t getting pregnant from him.
R’nd knew he couldn’t judge Eridella on that given the children he had running around with various women. But at least they all seemed to know who their real father was, even if they didn’t want him in their lives. That was something else entirely he had to speak to B’jin and his sons about but that would wait until he was done with his own identity crisis.
He waited another moment to let the information be processed as the cup was set down on a table. He was done with the alcohol. It would be so easy to keep downing shot after shot but the taste wasn’t really to his liking and neither was the desired effect. Yes, he wanted to forget but nothing else that went with a bottle of whiskey sounded delightful.
“It makes sense, really,” he began his tale again, focus back on B’jin both as a way to watch his mate’s reactions and for his own selfish comfort the man’s very presence brought him. “While I didn’t think father hated me and I didn’t hate him, I just couldn’t live up to standards. I did wonderfully in all of my lessons and my manners were impeccable but I thought my lack of love for the seacraft, which created the Hold and kept us secure, never sat well with him.” He recalled his father seeming to approve of being Searched but R’nd had never been able to figure out if that was because he liked the idea of his youngest being a dragonrider or if it was the better alternative than seeing his son show little passion for the seacraft and becoming an embarrassment in the community. Now he knew the truth. Pendar likely knew he only had one legitimate child amongst the three claiming to be his yet he went along with it as best as he could so as not to lose control over his subjects.
