07.May.20, 11:52 AM
D’hys had never paid the runner craft any sort of attention when he was young pre-plague and hadn’t given it much thought since returning North either. But he did make a note of Station 300 and that the craft worked out of these Stations and it might serve him well to learn more about them. He also wondered if runners weren’t fed often given the joy he saw spark in the redhead’s eyes and how she dug in. Then again, it was likely more to do with a high metabolism, something he knew a bit about given his own enjoyment of morning runs. No doubt Aederyn would still out pace him with ease but he found himself a tad curious about it all the same and made another note to invite her for a run if he ever led her to his bed for the night.
Careful, you almost sounded like a normal human making plans beyond just sex. Zeianth’s dry remark almost had D’hys laughing out loud as he hadn’t expected it. He supposed he deserved it as it did sound like that and it was highly uncharacteristic for him. He really was bored that morning.
Luckily, his slight look of amusement aligned with the confession that holders viewed women as baby-makers. Outside of the old leadership in Katila encouraging constant breeding to help their secret ranks grow, the Weyrs really didn’t care if a woman popped out a kid or how many. “Sounds like you were not only running, but running away to join a Weyr, Red. We don’t care if you have children and we don’t care which beds or how many you’re warming—if any. And as you said about your friends, we all know a person is just a person and you’re free to be whatever you want to be.”
Including being one of his toys but that admission wouldn’t go over well. D’hys got up and went to his cooking fire with a bowl he grabbed along the way. A stir was given to his stew before he ladled a generous portion into the bowl and returned to the table, setting the hot food down for Aederyn as well. “Homemade, as taught to me by my later mother. She loved to cook and was also a dragonrider. Her passion rubbed off on me a bit, I guess you could say. See, I may not look the domestic type, but I’m free to me be here.”
He sat again and smiled warmly at his guest. “I’d like that for you as well, even if it’s only for the remainder of your visit before you leave us again.”
Luckily, his slight look of amusement aligned with the confession that holders viewed women as baby-makers. Outside of the old leadership in Katila encouraging constant breeding to help their secret ranks grow, the Weyrs really didn’t care if a woman popped out a kid or how many. “Sounds like you were not only running, but running away to join a Weyr, Red. We don’t care if you have children and we don’t care which beds or how many you’re warming—if any. And as you said about your friends, we all know a person is just a person and you’re free to be whatever you want to be.”
Including being one of his toys but that admission wouldn’t go over well. D’hys got up and went to his cooking fire with a bowl he grabbed along the way. A stir was given to his stew before he ladled a generous portion into the bowl and returned to the table, setting the hot food down for Aederyn as well. “Homemade, as taught to me by my later mother. She loved to cook and was also a dragonrider. Her passion rubbed off on me a bit, I guess you could say. See, I may not look the domestic type, but I’m free to me be here.”
He sat again and smiled warmly at his guest. “I’d like that for you as well, even if it’s only for the remainder of your visit before you leave us again.”