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10.May.14, 11:53 AM
Well, he hadn’t passed out or ran away so that had to count for something, even if it left R’nd standing there gawking at him. T’ryn shifted from foot to foot, feeling extremely self-conscious and wondering why he thought it was a good idea to speak up. His gaze dropped to R’nd’s shoes and then to his own with the occasional glancing up at the bluerider. He could feel the other man’s gaze on him, scrutinizing him, taking him every detail as if it were the first time doing so. Even with the attempt at denial, T’ryn didn’t know what else to say and let R’nd sort everything out on his own.
Finally, the obvious statement that was just a repeat of what he had said came and T’ryn found the courage to look R’nd in the eye again and gave a sharp nod. Normally, T’ryn would have pegged himself as fairly confident and secure in who he was when he wasn’t thinking about not having a father because the man didn’t like children and it likely had something to do with him. N’mor always seemed better at everything but it never bothered T’ryn since he was always right there just behind his friend, not straggling behind or wallowing in pity. But right then, doubt clouded everything else and suddenly T’ryn couldn’t remember why he wanted R’nd to know and couldn’t remember any of the scenarios he had played out in his head since he was old enough to have such thoughts.
“Are you disappointed that I am?” R’nd was so utterly cool and everyone loved him. T’ryn was, well, he wasn’t sure what he was but he wasn’t sure if he qualified for any label that R’nd carried. Maybe he was seen as a disappointment because he wasn’t the life of the party and didn’t have any strong interest in girls like some of his classmates. Maybe having a bronzerider for a son wasn’t as exciting to R’nd as it was to others like his mom or B’jin. Maybe he was too short or too tall or even too average.
Or maybe you’re just right in every way and are perfect. You are to me. T’ryn turned to face his dragon and stared at the bright bronze dragon that still possessed his orange-tinted hide. Some of the nerves and fears faded away with that statement and T’ryn visibly relaxed his shoulders that were tensing up and gave the dragon a small smile of gratitude. He had needed those words.
Finally, the obvious statement that was just a repeat of what he had said came and T’ryn found the courage to look R’nd in the eye again and gave a sharp nod. Normally, T’ryn would have pegged himself as fairly confident and secure in who he was when he wasn’t thinking about not having a father because the man didn’t like children and it likely had something to do with him. N’mor always seemed better at everything but it never bothered T’ryn since he was always right there just behind his friend, not straggling behind or wallowing in pity. But right then, doubt clouded everything else and suddenly T’ryn couldn’t remember why he wanted R’nd to know and couldn’t remember any of the scenarios he had played out in his head since he was old enough to have such thoughts.
“Are you disappointed that I am?” R’nd was so utterly cool and everyone loved him. T’ryn was, well, he wasn’t sure what he was but he wasn’t sure if he qualified for any label that R’nd carried. Maybe he was seen as a disappointment because he wasn’t the life of the party and didn’t have any strong interest in girls like some of his classmates. Maybe having a bronzerider for a son wasn’t as exciting to R’nd as it was to others like his mom or B’jin. Maybe he was too short or too tall or even too average.
