30.Sep.12, 11:08 PM
By now Jisra’s face was completely red, not exactly the best look for her. Her ears burned and she was certain that at any moment she would burst into flames she was so embarrassed. Despite two years to get used to it, Jisralna had spent the majority of her life oblivious to same gendered relations and now seemed to be surrounded by them. That Seijin practiced such relations did nothing to dampen her borderline familial love for him, but nonetheless it was still a bit awkward for her to even fathom such relations. But she was nothing if not discrete and she refused to make him feel uncomfortable about himself simply because she wasn’t quite used to something. Still, the very idea of competing with him for a man was…well it was embarrassing.
“I do not have my eye on anyone, Seijin.” She answered softly, staring at cluster of pale purple flowers. “And even if I did, I confess I know nothing about such things. It is better that I leave romance alone entirely as men here seem to have entirely different ideas about such things.”
It was true, of course. Marriage was quite rare at the Weyr from what she’d seen. People gave of themselves more freely and only a few of the riders seemed to be paired off into what was referred to as Weyrmates. It was something of a romantic notion in her mind—if a little scary from her experiences during flights—the joining of both riders and dragons in something akin to marriage. But her mind was firmly set in the tradition of the Holders; marriage and then children. So it was hard for her to accept the decree that in order to Stand for Impression she was to bare a child. It wasn’t that she didn’t agree with the need to populate the Weyr but her own personal morals did not approve of the order of things in the Weyr.
She imagined she would get over it eventually but she couldn’t imagine when. “As of yet I have only met one of them in person and he seems nice enough. You met him as well of course.”
“I do not have my eye on anyone, Seijin.” She answered softly, staring at cluster of pale purple flowers. “And even if I did, I confess I know nothing about such things. It is better that I leave romance alone entirely as men here seem to have entirely different ideas about such things.”
It was true, of course. Marriage was quite rare at the Weyr from what she’d seen. People gave of themselves more freely and only a few of the riders seemed to be paired off into what was referred to as Weyrmates. It was something of a romantic notion in her mind—if a little scary from her experiences during flights—the joining of both riders and dragons in something akin to marriage. But her mind was firmly set in the tradition of the Holders; marriage and then children. So it was hard for her to accept the decree that in order to Stand for Impression she was to bare a child. It wasn’t that she didn’t agree with the need to populate the Weyr but her own personal morals did not approve of the order of things in the Weyr.
She imagined she would get over it eventually but she couldn’t imagine when. “As of yet I have only met one of them in person and he seems nice enough. You met him as well of course.”