23.Apr.13, 07:42 PM
Peorray took a while to answer, still a little surprised by M'din's offer of help to someone he didn't know very well at all. But it fit in with her earlier impression (hah!) of sweetness and she found herself quite touched by it.
It didn't stop the practical side of nature from filing the information away for later need. She'd been taught that one should never turn away a potential resource without good reason- and one like a genuinely good (if odd) man was often hard to find. She supposed he could be acting out of self-interest, setting up something for the future, but from what she'd seen so far he'd have just as much success at something like that as she would.
"My gold?" She asked reflexively, mouth echoing M'din's words as her mind finally got around to answering his question. That didn't mean she knew what to say, though, it left her at a loss as she cast about ineffectually for words.
Assuming she even did Impress -as much as she was counting on it now that coming to Katila had ruined her chances for the security of another marriage- she had no idea what her dragon would be like. No more than she had Soren, before he was born, and he was still surprising her as his personality developed day by day.
Besides-
"I don't really like the idea of talking about what my gold will be like, as if it's a given. It feels like bad luck." Peorray told him honestly. She gave him a slightly sheepish glance, half expecting to get teased for acting like a child, or a superstitious farmgirl. She wouldn't be ashamed of it, but it'd be a shame to have a pleasant chat ruined. "But I also have no idea what she'd be like. I figure it's like having a child- you never know what they're going to be like until they get here, and then they keep surprising you every day with how they develop."
She didn't know if the rider had children, to really understand the comparison, or knew them if he did. Riders could be weird about that. "What about Armath? Is he anything like you thought he would be?"
It didn't stop the practical side of nature from filing the information away for later need. She'd been taught that one should never turn away a potential resource without good reason- and one like a genuinely good (if odd) man was often hard to find. She supposed he could be acting out of self-interest, setting up something for the future, but from what she'd seen so far he'd have just as much success at something like that as she would.
"My gold?" She asked reflexively, mouth echoing M'din's words as her mind finally got around to answering his question. That didn't mean she knew what to say, though, it left her at a loss as she cast about ineffectually for words.
Assuming she even did Impress -as much as she was counting on it now that coming to Katila had ruined her chances for the security of another marriage- she had no idea what her dragon would be like. No more than she had Soren, before he was born, and he was still surprising her as his personality developed day by day.
Besides-
"I don't really like the idea of talking about what my gold will be like, as if it's a given. It feels like bad luck." Peorray told him honestly. She gave him a slightly sheepish glance, half expecting to get teased for acting like a child, or a superstitious farmgirl. She wouldn't be ashamed of it, but it'd be a shame to have a pleasant chat ruined. "But I also have no idea what she'd be like. I figure it's like having a child- you never know what they're going to be like until they get here, and then they keep surprising you every day with how they develop."
She didn't know if the rider had children, to really understand the comparison, or knew them if he did. Riders could be weird about that. "What about Armath? Is he anything like you thought he would be?"