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10.Mar.13, 11:20 PM
Oahvakeen's hug went as well as he had expected and better than most hugs he gave (which were few and far between). It figured, though. When others were interested in Oahvakeen, he generally felt uninterested in them, as if on basic principle of their being the initiator. And when he was first to initiate any sort of thing, whether it be a hug, handshake, or conversation, things always seemed to end up awkward and stiff, but it was so familiar that he thought it normal.
Oahvakeen had waited desperately for some gem of wisdom and knowledge, but Isscer seemed to confess that he really had none. Oahvakeen worried that the next clutch would contain Isscer's partner, and then Isscer would be changed to the happy-go-lucky-talks-aloud-to-themselves-like-a-crazy-person kind of man that the others seemed to be, and that because of it, Oahvakeen and Isscer would have no more common ground, and no room for friendship left. All he could do was frown in dual worry and dismay.
Oahvakeen scuttled quickly away, almost like a cockroach scurrying to the next dark corner. His hands were back on his tools, and he feebly worked at the ground. He wanted his personal bubble back, and he obtained it and his sense of security.
"I can understand that. You don't want to be a dragonrider simply because you don't want to be forced to be something you don't want to be. On the very principle. You want your choices. And you don't want a dragon because you think it will tie down your roots here and force you to settle.", he reasoned out what Isscer had said, saying it in a different way, as if to confirm it to himself.
" But you've been here six years? That's a long time... What are you waiting for then?... How many times have you - ... - tried?", he hinted at escape the best he could without saying the words. He was afraid to say them. He was afraid of their meaning and implications and the very concept of freedom. And he was afraid of being overheard. But curiosity ate at him.
"What happens to us if we don't impress? Will they suspect? Will we get punished? And what if we don't produce children for the weyr? "
Oahvakeen had waited desperately for some gem of wisdom and knowledge, but Isscer seemed to confess that he really had none. Oahvakeen worried that the next clutch would contain Isscer's partner, and then Isscer would be changed to the happy-go-lucky-talks-aloud-to-themselves-like-a-crazy-person kind of man that the others seemed to be, and that because of it, Oahvakeen and Isscer would have no more common ground, and no room for friendship left. All he could do was frown in dual worry and dismay.
Oahvakeen scuttled quickly away, almost like a cockroach scurrying to the next dark corner. His hands were back on his tools, and he feebly worked at the ground. He wanted his personal bubble back, and he obtained it and his sense of security.
"I can understand that. You don't want to be a dragonrider simply because you don't want to be forced to be something you don't want to be. On the very principle. You want your choices. And you don't want a dragon because you think it will tie down your roots here and force you to settle.", he reasoned out what Isscer had said, saying it in a different way, as if to confirm it to himself.
" But you've been here six years? That's a long time... What are you waiting for then?... How many times have you - ... - tried?", he hinted at escape the best he could without saying the words. He was afraid to say them. He was afraid of their meaning and implications and the very concept of freedom. And he was afraid of being overheard. But curiosity ate at him.
"What happens to us if we don't impress? Will they suspect? Will we get punished? And what if we don't produce children for the weyr? "
