27.Apr.13, 12:19 PM
Peorray returned M'din's smile when the rider spoke of his children, giving an indelicate snort of amusement at his crack about their birth. From her own perspective, birth and child rearing were just as jarring as the idea of bringing a dragon into one's life. She was pleased that her new (friend?) wasn't one of those men who couldn't be bothered to claim their offspring. Good grief, it wasn't like those men were even required to raise them. But that was a pet peeve for another day and something that would likely never change.
Then M'din went on to try and explain what Impression was like, beyond the initial moment of connection that a lot of people seemed to like to dwell on, and Peorray promptly forgot what she'd been upset about. The gold candidate gave the man the focus of all her attention, listening with a perhaps unnerving intensity. It made something of a contrast to her earlier modest behavior, but had someone called her on it, she would've waved it away impatiently. This was important, any information she could get about what life was really like beyond the moment of Impression, much more important that any body-shyness that was rapidly fading as they talked.
When M'din asked her about about children, she was so wrapped up in her thoughts that it took her a minute to shift mental tracks. But Peorray was always willing to talk about Soren. "My son, Soren. He's a little over one- at that stage where he's starting to get into everything." Born in response to D'ren's decree, in fact, but Peorray didn't like to connect the two, as if she hadn't made her own choice. It was just that the Weyrleader's speech had reminded her that she had wanted children someday, and she wasn't getting any younger, and who knew if there'd be another gold to stand for anytime soon? It had taken long enough for Nirinath to rise in the first place (and who could've predicted Krypth's overactive schedule?).
"So there isn't anything foreign-feeling about Impression? Having a strange presence in your mind?" Peorray knew she was jumping tracks again, but that had been an off-and-on concern of hers for a while even though she pursued it anyway. It wasn't as though she could walk up to a random rider and say 'hey, you know that wonderful bond you have, did it ever feel creepy to you?'. Even the ones she knew would probably give her funny looks.
She'd been prepared, in theory, to deal with another mind in hers. In was just a matter of acceptance and adaptation. But the way M'din talked, a dragon was as much Self as Other/Outsider/Intruder and that was something to think about. It could be a pleasant surprise.
Then M'din went on to try and explain what Impression was like, beyond the initial moment of connection that a lot of people seemed to like to dwell on, and Peorray promptly forgot what she'd been upset about. The gold candidate gave the man the focus of all her attention, listening with a perhaps unnerving intensity. It made something of a contrast to her earlier modest behavior, but had someone called her on it, she would've waved it away impatiently. This was important, any information she could get about what life was really like beyond the moment of Impression, much more important that any body-shyness that was rapidly fading as they talked.
When M'din asked her about about children, she was so wrapped up in her thoughts that it took her a minute to shift mental tracks. But Peorray was always willing to talk about Soren. "My son, Soren. He's a little over one- at that stage where he's starting to get into everything." Born in response to D'ren's decree, in fact, but Peorray didn't like to connect the two, as if she hadn't made her own choice. It was just that the Weyrleader's speech had reminded her that she had wanted children someday, and she wasn't getting any younger, and who knew if there'd be another gold to stand for anytime soon? It had taken long enough for Nirinath to rise in the first place (and who could've predicted Krypth's overactive schedule?).
"So there isn't anything foreign-feeling about Impression? Having a strange presence in your mind?" Peorray knew she was jumping tracks again, but that had been an off-and-on concern of hers for a while even though she pursued it anyway. It wasn't as though she could walk up to a random rider and say 'hey, you know that wonderful bond you have, did it ever feel creepy to you?'. Even the ones she knew would probably give her funny looks.
She'd been prepared, in theory, to deal with another mind in hers. In was just a matter of acceptance and adaptation. But the way M'din talked, a dragon was as much Self as Other/Outsider/Intruder and that was something to think about. It could be a pleasant surprise.