30.Sep.13, 04:19 AM
"My father?" I'shan's inquiry was gentle and filled with innocent surprise. No one ever seemed to ask about his father, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd talked about him. I'shan had always been focused primarily on his mother, the person who took care of him, loved him, and perhaps even crippled him. He was greatly invested in the memory he'd created of her, but his father? He wasn't even sure what he could say in reply, so he shrugged helplessly.
"Don't have one," he replied casually. "Mom said he was a dragonrider, but she didn't have much to say other than that," he said. He paused, realizing just how strange that sounded. He'd literally said everything he knew about the man who sired him. He could remember pressuring his mother for more information, but she always just changed the topic and started spoiling him so he would forget about it all that much sooner. He frowned.
"...Mom...didn't have much to say," he admitted out loud, more to himself than to Ceilidhe, but he certainly wasn't hiding the revelation. He wouldn't have been very successful if he tried, either. Something akin to grief lingered on his face for a moment. "...She refused to talk about it. I don't think she...liked the idea of sharing me." She'd never seemed heartbroken or traumatized at any recollection of I'shan's father, just disinterested and possessive. Yes, that was the word! Possessive. He sighed.
"I guess I really don't know. I don't even think about it, really. Whoever he was, he's long gone now. I don't even know if she was telling the truth about him being a dragonrider." I'shan shrugged again and somehow conjured a smile. "It's no big deal, though. I mean, I never knew him to miss him, so that's that. He doesn't exist."
"Don't have one," he replied casually. "Mom said he was a dragonrider, but she didn't have much to say other than that," he said. He paused, realizing just how strange that sounded. He'd literally said everything he knew about the man who sired him. He could remember pressuring his mother for more information, but she always just changed the topic and started spoiling him so he would forget about it all that much sooner. He frowned.
"...Mom...didn't have much to say," he admitted out loud, more to himself than to Ceilidhe, but he certainly wasn't hiding the revelation. He wouldn't have been very successful if he tried, either. Something akin to grief lingered on his face for a moment. "...She refused to talk about it. I don't think she...liked the idea of sharing me." She'd never seemed heartbroken or traumatized at any recollection of I'shan's father, just disinterested and possessive. Yes, that was the word! Possessive. He sighed.
"I guess I really don't know. I don't even think about it, really. Whoever he was, he's long gone now. I don't even know if she was telling the truth about him being a dragonrider." I'shan shrugged again and somehow conjured a smile. "It's no big deal, though. I mean, I never knew him to miss him, so that's that. He doesn't exist."