21.Jun.13, 12:14 PM
Heaving a sigh of relief, M'din took his place beside the younger man who already stood elbow deep in soapy water. It was exceedingly generous of Terken to take the harder job to spare M'din's fingers, and he had no reservations telling him so. "Thanks for watching out for me. Not everyone is so thoughtful," he said cheerfully. "I'm still happy we're not cooking," he muttered as an afterthought.
Taking the clean pots between his knees, sending a cascade of water down his front in a pattern reminiscent of wetting himself, M'din paid no heed to the wetness on his legs as he dried. He found his one-handed method surprisingly effective at keeping up with Terken's speed. "I imagine everyone likes Kela," he chatted, "especially if she's got little babies running around these days."
His middle son, Michin, was genuine animal lover who would make an excellent Beastcrafter if he'd been trained from the start. He'd adore meeting Kela and her brood. As he swung his damp towel over his shoulder and placed the finished pot on an empty table, M'din secretly held out hope that his children would Impress, regardless of what color they stood for. It was a hard life for a Weyrbrat without a dragon, and he remembered painfully how disrespected he'd been by his own brothers before Armath hatched. (The bullying lessened substantially afterwards, but they still prodded at him for not having a bronze.) In his dreams, M'din imagined his five children would Impress one of every color, keeping with tradition of his rider-laden line. He and his siblings had all Impressed, even if some were a little later in life. His sister, Khindra, was twenty-six turns before Toboreth found her!
He glanced up to the stern head kitchenworker with a bearded grin. It appeared the disciplined woman didn't mind a friendly conversation so long as the pots and knives were washed in a timely manner. The brownrider nodded contently to himself. For such a bumpy start, his chores were turning out rather pleasantly.
"So you're a Beastcrafter then? I've never seen a dog behave so well for anyone who hadn't been trained to teach them." He reached for the next dish in the soapy pile, "Are you planning on standing in the near future?" Oblivious to the fact that he was prying into the life of a newly met acquaintance, M'din continued lightly, "It's a bit intimidating to keep standing and watching everyone else find their dragon, while you leave the sands empty-handed. I was pretty convinced I'd never be a rider, but Armath popped out of an egg when I was twenty-two and the rest is history."
Taking the clean pots between his knees, sending a cascade of water down his front in a pattern reminiscent of wetting himself, M'din paid no heed to the wetness on his legs as he dried. He found his one-handed method surprisingly effective at keeping up with Terken's speed. "I imagine everyone likes Kela," he chatted, "especially if she's got little babies running around these days."
His middle son, Michin, was genuine animal lover who would make an excellent Beastcrafter if he'd been trained from the start. He'd adore meeting Kela and her brood. As he swung his damp towel over his shoulder and placed the finished pot on an empty table, M'din secretly held out hope that his children would Impress, regardless of what color they stood for. It was a hard life for a Weyrbrat without a dragon, and he remembered painfully how disrespected he'd been by his own brothers before Armath hatched. (The bullying lessened substantially afterwards, but they still prodded at him for not having a bronze.) In his dreams, M'din imagined his five children would Impress one of every color, keeping with tradition of his rider-laden line. He and his siblings had all Impressed, even if some were a little later in life. His sister, Khindra, was twenty-six turns before Toboreth found her!
He glanced up to the stern head kitchenworker with a bearded grin. It appeared the disciplined woman didn't mind a friendly conversation so long as the pots and knives were washed in a timely manner. The brownrider nodded contently to himself. For such a bumpy start, his chores were turning out rather pleasantly.
"So you're a Beastcrafter then? I've never seen a dog behave so well for anyone who hadn't been trained to teach them." He reached for the next dish in the soapy pile, "Are you planning on standing in the near future?" Oblivious to the fact that he was prying into the life of a newly met acquaintance, M'din continued lightly, "It's a bit intimidating to keep standing and watching everyone else find their dragon, while you leave the sands empty-handed. I was pretty convinced I'd never be a rider, but Armath popped out of an egg when I was twenty-two and the rest is history."