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15.Aug.13, 09:28 AM
K’tir’s hut was usually kept in a state of cleanliness thanks mostly in part to having his children wandering in regularly and he didn’t want anything to harm them – their mothers were protective and would likely throttle him for it – or any of his few possessions to end up damaged. There were only so many dishes to wash and linens to hang up outside to air out so there was very little to do in the way of killing time until Alerae showed up with their son.
Their son. His son. K’tir was still blown away by the fact that he had children and even liked them. Being a father had never been in his plans, especially not when he was foolishly in love with Z’rak and women barely coming in as anything more than a minor blip on his radar. Since their break up, K’tir had found comfort in the arms of many and his drunken encounters seemed to leave him with his fellow brownrider from the same clutch or women so he had learned to enjoy both secret hook ups and being a father. He wasn’t sure if he was doing an excellent job or not since his eldest was a girl that hadn’t reached her teenage years quite yet and apparently that was the true test from what some of the other riders had mentioned. Given the way the young women were ogled, K’tir was already cringing at the thought of his sweet girl being subjected to such antics and players like the twins.
They’re coming! I see them! Ghaeth jumped to his feet and barely kept from dancing around in his excitement. He loved when the children came over. They were wonderful playmates and their laughter was like music to the brown dragon; he enjoyed it so much! Now that K’tir had Impressed firelizards for the kids to play with, Ghaeth had even more buddies to keep him company and frolic around the Square with. He was quite possibly the happiest dragon in Katila! The kids especially seemed to make K’tir happier as well and that was a definite bonus. He loved his bonded but K’tir needed to cheer up and let go of the past and stop blaming everyone for one man’s faults. One day that would happen, Ghaeth was sure of it!
K’tir set down the book he was reading. It was one of only five he had brought with him that had survived the turns in exile and storms. They were well-loved and well-read now but reading options were limited as medical books did nothing for him, even if he was desperately bored at times. He reached the door before Alerae and Kajiran did and stood just outside of it greet the pair, kneeling when they came closer. When Kajiran ran into his waiting arms, K’tir found one of his rare smiles appearing. It really was the small things that could brighten a day.
Standing with Kajiran in his arms, K’tir gave his son a kiss to the cheek and then turned to his mother. “How’ve you been?” He wasn’t exactly a master of small talk but knew enough to pass as a human for the most part. While his preference was to sit back and quietly observe, some people evoked a desire to speak and Alerae was sometimes one of them. She was an interesting woman with the way she adapted to Katila and the ways of Weyr life and that alone had earned her the respect of the brownrider. Change and finding out everything you knew was taken away from you was hard to deal with but Alerae proved to be a fighter.
Before his mind wandered down dark paths of the past, Ghaeth literally nosed his way in to sniff at and lightly head butt Kajiran in greeting. Alerae was treated to the dragon lying down near her with his head resting at her feet. He was always good at giving Alerae the option to ignore him or pet him, though Ghaeth always hoped for the petting. He loved people and attention but understood not all people loved dragons as much as others and his colour, as pretty as it was, didn’t always please people either.
Their son. His son. K’tir was still blown away by the fact that he had children and even liked them. Being a father had never been in his plans, especially not when he was foolishly in love with Z’rak and women barely coming in as anything more than a minor blip on his radar. Since their break up, K’tir had found comfort in the arms of many and his drunken encounters seemed to leave him with his fellow brownrider from the same clutch or women so he had learned to enjoy both secret hook ups and being a father. He wasn’t sure if he was doing an excellent job or not since his eldest was a girl that hadn’t reached her teenage years quite yet and apparently that was the true test from what some of the other riders had mentioned. Given the way the young women were ogled, K’tir was already cringing at the thought of his sweet girl being subjected to such antics and players like the twins.
K’tir set down the book he was reading. It was one of only five he had brought with him that had survived the turns in exile and storms. They were well-loved and well-read now but reading options were limited as medical books did nothing for him, even if he was desperately bored at times. He reached the door before Alerae and Kajiran did and stood just outside of it greet the pair, kneeling when they came closer. When Kajiran ran into his waiting arms, K’tir found one of his rare smiles appearing. It really was the small things that could brighten a day.
Standing with Kajiran in his arms, K’tir gave his son a kiss to the cheek and then turned to his mother. “How’ve you been?” He wasn’t exactly a master of small talk but knew enough to pass as a human for the most part. While his preference was to sit back and quietly observe, some people evoked a desire to speak and Alerae was sometimes one of them. She was an interesting woman with the way she adapted to Katila and the ways of Weyr life and that alone had earned her the respect of the brownrider. Change and finding out everything you knew was taken away from you was hard to deal with but Alerae proved to be a fighter.
Before his mind wandered down dark paths of the past, Ghaeth literally nosed his way in to sniff at and lightly head butt Kajiran in greeting. Alerae was treated to the dragon lying down near her with his head resting at her feet. He was always good at giving Alerae the option to ignore him or pet him, though Ghaeth always hoped for the petting. He loved people and attention but understood not all people loved dragons as much as others and his colour, as pretty as it was, didn’t always please people either.
