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19.Oct.12, 09:08 AM
Aparicus found herself at odds with the conversation at hand as it turned to the topic of children – and Apari assumed – the Weyr’s current decree that women could not stand on the hatching sands before having a child for the Weyr. Of course, Apari never had a problem with the rule when it was put into effect shortly after she’d arrived, if she couldn’t stand, she couldn’t impress to a dragon and be forced to experience the terrors that were involved with a mating flight. Without a dragon she was safe to cower in her room when the queen’s rose to affect so many in the Weyr.
“But Healer Lymsleia… If the women do not bring the Weyr it’s children, we would have no young people. Last I understood, men cannot have babies with other men.” She said softly in quiet rebuttel to the woman’s discust for not wanting the women to have the babies. Yes, Aparicus shook like a leaf when it came to the thought of a man touching her and giving her a baby… but she did understand how nature worked. The women made the babies. It didn’t matter if it was humans or dragons or little felines. It’s just the way it worked.
When asked if she’d like to have her own children, Apari paused in her work, starring at the freshly turned dirt for a few minutes before placing one of the plants inside and gently filling in the hole around it as she slowly shook her head. “No, Ma’am.” She said softly. There were reasons Apari would never have a child – the foremost being her Phobia; her fear of human touch. It was something she couldn’t control no matter how much she tried. It was too deeply embedded in her nature, why even with gentle Lymsleia she’d jumped at the idea of taking the garden tools from her hand for fear their fingers might brush.
“I enjoy children from a distance, but I’m afraid I’d never make… Never make a good mother.” She said as her thoughts wandered to the way children would cling and touch and hold the hand of their favorite adult guardian. She was glad that so far she’d managed to avoid chores in the crèche… Children didn’t know personal space… and while Apari knew that the smallest wouldn’t necessarily mean to hurt her, she’d seen the older children bullying a time or two and knew that some were wicked indeed. No… she kept her distance from children even if she understood that women were the only ones who could have the babies.
“I do not think, though, that wanting to have a child is such a terrible thing. Isn’t it the way it is suppose to be? Isn’t that why only women ride the Gold dragons? Because it is only the gold dragons who can make the babies? Maybe they need riders who can also have babies or they wouldn’t be able to. After all, greens are women too, but I’ve never seen a green lay an egg. Perhaps it’s because they are treated too much like the male dragons – with male riders and breathing fire like the male dragons.”
“But Healer Lymsleia… If the women do not bring the Weyr it’s children, we would have no young people. Last I understood, men cannot have babies with other men.” She said softly in quiet rebuttel to the woman’s discust for not wanting the women to have the babies. Yes, Aparicus shook like a leaf when it came to the thought of a man touching her and giving her a baby… but she did understand how nature worked. The women made the babies. It didn’t matter if it was humans or dragons or little felines. It’s just the way it worked.
When asked if she’d like to have her own children, Apari paused in her work, starring at the freshly turned dirt for a few minutes before placing one of the plants inside and gently filling in the hole around it as she slowly shook her head. “No, Ma’am.” She said softly. There were reasons Apari would never have a child – the foremost being her Phobia; her fear of human touch. It was something she couldn’t control no matter how much she tried. It was too deeply embedded in her nature, why even with gentle Lymsleia she’d jumped at the idea of taking the garden tools from her hand for fear their fingers might brush.
“I enjoy children from a distance, but I’m afraid I’d never make… Never make a good mother.” She said as her thoughts wandered to the way children would cling and touch and hold the hand of their favorite adult guardian. She was glad that so far she’d managed to avoid chores in the crèche… Children didn’t know personal space… and while Apari knew that the smallest wouldn’t necessarily mean to hurt her, she’d seen the older children bullying a time or two and knew that some were wicked indeed. No… she kept her distance from children even if she understood that women were the only ones who could have the babies.
“I do not think, though, that wanting to have a child is such a terrible thing. Isn’t it the way it is suppose to be? Isn’t that why only women ride the Gold dragons? Because it is only the gold dragons who can make the babies? Maybe they need riders who can also have babies or they wouldn’t be able to. After all, greens are women too, but I’ve never seen a green lay an egg. Perhaps it’s because they are treated too much like the male dragons – with male riders and breathing fire like the male dragons.”
