12.May.13, 08:26 PM
M'din smiled as he chewed the redfruit, idly wiping the dripping juice from his bearded chin. He said, "Armath knows I would find a way to hurt myself in a room full of pillows and mattresses. He's very patient about it, and knows I'm a... robust guy for all of the injuries. It's a good thing too. A delicate version of me would be painful for anyone to watch, so I'm glad my kids stay out of harm's way a bit better than their old man." He nodded as K'ton told him about his acceptance of children, replacing his straw hat on his head. "I'll certainly keep an eye out for little K'tons running around," he grinned. It was a more positive admission of fatherhood than M'din typically expected from men at Katila, and one that he fervently appreciated in the other brownrider.
"It's really great to watch them grow up," he said nostalgically. "But maybe I've been lucky: all of my kids are well behaved and totally sweet. It would be a bit more difficult claiming a hellspawn, you know?" He clarified, "I have five kids, two girls and three boys, between the ages of-" he ticked off his fingers, muttering under his breath, "-eighteen and eight turns."
When K'ton mentioned Ironth's affinity for children, M'din kindheartedly chuckled. It was a trait he could easily see in the thoughtful brown. Armath, on the other hand, claimed he disliked anything incapable of higher cognitive reasoning, but secretly enjoyed the company of anyone willing to joke and play with him.
"You could always ask the possible mothers," suggested M'din. "My oldest daughter was a bit of a flightlust surprise, to be honest with you. I met up with Pinerrel, her mother, about a year later, and she presented me with a pretty, blue-eyed baby. No doubt that Reldemi is mine, though. She's the spitting image of my sister." He didn't think K'ton would judge him for the admission of accidentally siring a daughter, especially knowing how much he loved all of his children. M'din grinned widely, "I'm also lucky that my children don't really resemble this hairy old man. A bear-girl would be scary."
In the water, Armath hummed with mirth, laughing at his rider,I know. I can't take him anywhere. He conspiratorially added, And don't get me started on felines. M'din's likely to be eaten trying to pet one. Swimming laboredly, his chocolate head hovering over the surface, Armath agreed, You're right about your wings, but it's harder to drag them forward under water.
He responded to his fellow's fearful remarks,That's very sweet of you to worry, but I'm quite all right. It's warm enough out here to keep me from getting sick. He found Ironth's concern about potential illness endearing. I think I'm going to swim down to the bottom, pop between, and drop back in. If it's deep enough, we can try to dive. With a flick of his forked tail beneath the waves, he slipped down to make his first attempt.
"It's really great to watch them grow up," he said nostalgically. "But maybe I've been lucky: all of my kids are well behaved and totally sweet. It would be a bit more difficult claiming a hellspawn, you know?" He clarified, "I have five kids, two girls and three boys, between the ages of-" he ticked off his fingers, muttering under his breath, "-eighteen and eight turns."
When K'ton mentioned Ironth's affinity for children, M'din kindheartedly chuckled. It was a trait he could easily see in the thoughtful brown. Armath, on the other hand, claimed he disliked anything incapable of higher cognitive reasoning, but secretly enjoyed the company of anyone willing to joke and play with him.
"You could always ask the possible mothers," suggested M'din. "My oldest daughter was a bit of a flightlust surprise, to be honest with you. I met up with Pinerrel, her mother, about a year later, and she presented me with a pretty, blue-eyed baby. No doubt that Reldemi is mine, though. She's the spitting image of my sister." He didn't think K'ton would judge him for the admission of accidentally siring a daughter, especially knowing how much he loved all of his children. M'din grinned widely, "I'm also lucky that my children don't really resemble this hairy old man. A bear-girl would be scary."
In the water, Armath hummed with mirth, laughing at his rider,
He responded to his fellow's fearful remarks,