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17.Mar.13, 02:56 AM
Perhaps at one point Isscer might have considered settling down to start a family but being Stolen had done away with that notion. He disliked being around so many weyrbrats, and found he had very little patience for younger children; he shot Oahvakeen a nonplussed look at the flood of questions, one eyebrow quirking up in carefully conveyed confusion. "I don't like children. My daughter's name is Issran, but I don't have anything to do with her." He shook his head curtly at the last question. "No, I don't. I never have." Isscer didn't consider his relationship with Lytem serious enough to call him a weyrmate, what with it being primarily an exploratory thing.
He had thought many times about escaping, planned out intricate scenarios in his head, but had never felt brave enough to execute them. Isscer had seen plenty of others try to escape, but they were always found and brought back to the Weyr. He didn't see how it was possible, yet he knew that unless something were to give in the mindset of the Weyr's leadership, a return to the North by normal means was out of the question.
Isscer tightened his grip on the rake and began to repair the furrow he had messed up earlier, letting Oahvakeen's words wash over him. He wasn't sure what his fellow Crafter was up to, or even how he was supposed to react--if he was supposed to react at all. So instead of trying to soothe him, Isscer settled for the one thing he knew he could do well: logically pointing out the facts. He twisted around to regard Oahvakeen with a placid expression.
"I didn't mean anything by it. Everyone thinks about escaping--everyone. There's no harm in it." It was acting on the urge that led to problems, but Isscer didn't think he needed to mention that. It appeared Oahvakeen knew the risks well enough, and he was not the man's mother. "If you keep your head down, they won't lash you. Don't give them any cause to worry and you'll be safe." It had worked well enough for him so far, though that didn't mean Isscer had to necessarily enjoy doing it. There were many issues that bothered him, but there was a time and a place to voice his opinion and he was in no position to go around decrying the Weyrleaders' leadership, even if he felt very strongly on the issue.
He had thought many times about escaping, planned out intricate scenarios in his head, but had never felt brave enough to execute them. Isscer had seen plenty of others try to escape, but they were always found and brought back to the Weyr. He didn't see how it was possible, yet he knew that unless something were to give in the mindset of the Weyr's leadership, a return to the North by normal means was out of the question.
Isscer tightened his grip on the rake and began to repair the furrow he had messed up earlier, letting Oahvakeen's words wash over him. He wasn't sure what his fellow Crafter was up to, or even how he was supposed to react--if he was supposed to react at all. So instead of trying to soothe him, Isscer settled for the one thing he knew he could do well: logically pointing out the facts. He twisted around to regard Oahvakeen with a placid expression.
"I didn't mean anything by it. Everyone thinks about escaping--everyone. There's no harm in it." It was acting on the urge that led to problems, but Isscer didn't think he needed to mention that. It appeared Oahvakeen knew the risks well enough, and he was not the man's mother. "If you keep your head down, they won't lash you. Don't give them any cause to worry and you'll be safe." It had worked well enough for him so far, though that didn't mean Isscer had to necessarily enjoy doing it. There were many issues that bothered him, but there was a time and a place to voice his opinion and he was in no position to go around decrying the Weyrleaders' leadership, even if he felt very strongly on the issue.
