30.Jul.13, 09:44 PM
With one hand stroking the distracted fire lizard in his lap and the other tugging playfully at the remains of his shirt, M'din grinned up at his new companion. It seemed Isscer was content to steer the subject away from his Stealing, moving to his craft and family. The brownrider had always admired those at Katila with useful talents and skills- he'd be nothing short of worthless without Armath- and wondered why more parents didn't push their Weyrborn children toward crafts. Perhaps he would suggest it to his younger ones, as Marilitin was a bit too old to be anything but a Candidate or helpful Weyrmember. Biting the inside of his lip, M'din pushed his mind away from the fear that his son wouldn't Impress. The boy would be devastated if the turns continued passing him by dragonless.
Refocusing on his new friend, he visibly cheered. "Yes! I have five children of my own, two girls and three boys. They're wonderful kids, and I wish I could see them more," M'din mused. "They're all very different personality-wise, and they're lucky to take after their mothers," he chuckled. That was an understatement. They lacked his distinctive facial hair (although his eldest was capable of a nice, healthy scruff) and both girls lacked his muscular, bearish frame, thank Faranth.
He waved the torn fabric at Edik, too occupied by his conversation to realize he was probably annoying the little brown. If M'din had been a smart man, he would have stayed very still to avoid incurring the wrath of the thieving fire lizard.
But he sat pestering the creature with an idle game of tug-o-war, completely attentive as Isscer mentioned his daughter. M'din couldn't identify the emotion he attached to her name- was it guilt? Regret? Longing? Instead of prying, he asked, "Does Issran look like you?" It seemed the industrious Farmcrafter was fairly comfortable talking about his progeny, and M'din found himself smiling with fatherly pride. "I bet she's a beautiful little girl, and smart too. Maybe she'll learn to be a Crafter like her dad!"
Refocusing on his new friend, he visibly cheered. "Yes! I have five children of my own, two girls and three boys. They're wonderful kids, and I wish I could see them more," M'din mused. "They're all very different personality-wise, and they're lucky to take after their mothers," he chuckled. That was an understatement. They lacked his distinctive facial hair (although his eldest was capable of a nice, healthy scruff) and both girls lacked his muscular, bearish frame, thank Faranth.
He waved the torn fabric at Edik, too occupied by his conversation to realize he was probably annoying the little brown. If M'din had been a smart man, he would have stayed very still to avoid incurring the wrath of the thieving fire lizard.
But he sat pestering the creature with an idle game of tug-o-war, completely attentive as Isscer mentioned his daughter. M'din couldn't identify the emotion he attached to her name- was it guilt? Regret? Longing? Instead of prying, he asked, "Does Issran look like you?" It seemed the industrious Farmcrafter was fairly comfortable talking about his progeny, and M'din found himself smiling with fatherly pride. "I bet she's a beautiful little girl, and smart too. Maybe she'll learn to be a Crafter like her dad!"