17.Jul.13, 05:37 PM
A quirky grin was offered and Terken said, "Probably. It isn't the kitchen that's so scary though, it's the women who work here." He shook his head. "All ever changing moods and giggles. Can't figure out what they're thinking or what they want." That he was supposed to willingly lie down with one of them and do whatever it was that one did with a woman to sire a child someday soon was the scary thought.
A look to M'din as he spoke of his impression and the subsequent trail of suds left behind had Terken cracking a smile, unable to help it, though he hoped M'din would know he wasn't laughing at him. Terken finished the last of the pot, starting in on one of the knives, scouring the food off it and handing it to M'din hilt first.
He had heard of the man's clumsiness and would take this part slowly. He didn't want him hurt, again. Cuts on top of broken fingers would leave him miserable. "I'm hoping a blue or a brown." He hmmed softly.
"I don't know what color I'll impress though, except for not gold." He hmmed, thinking over his words about the blues and greens. "I always found the weyr hierarchy a little odd. Always thought such things should be judged on merit. Greens are so common from what I see, that it's hard to say they only impress the incompetents, and the blues too...We're in a weyr where a brownrider is leading. Surely that would be enough to make people take notice. I'm worried if I impress brown I'll be expected to have ambitions to lead more than a wing though. I'm not even sure I want that much responsibility but I shouldn't have to worry about it for a long time."
He began work on the second knife once the first was dry and handed it off when it was clean, asking, "How about you. Did you have any ambitions and do you have any now?"
A look to M'din as he spoke of his impression and the subsequent trail of suds left behind had Terken cracking a smile, unable to help it, though he hoped M'din would know he wasn't laughing at him. Terken finished the last of the pot, starting in on one of the knives, scouring the food off it and handing it to M'din hilt first.
He had heard of the man's clumsiness and would take this part slowly. He didn't want him hurt, again. Cuts on top of broken fingers would leave him miserable. "I'm hoping a blue or a brown." He hmmed softly.
"I don't know what color I'll impress though, except for not gold." He hmmed, thinking over his words about the blues and greens. "I always found the weyr hierarchy a little odd. Always thought such things should be judged on merit. Greens are so common from what I see, that it's hard to say they only impress the incompetents, and the blues too...We're in a weyr where a brownrider is leading. Surely that would be enough to make people take notice. I'm worried if I impress brown I'll be expected to have ambitions to lead more than a wing though. I'm not even sure I want that much responsibility but I shouldn't have to worry about it for a long time."
He began work on the second knife once the first was dry and handed it off when it was clean, asking, "How about you. Did you have any ambitions and do you have any now?"