14.Aug.13, 06:53 AM
Terken could only give M'din a level look at his assertion that not all women were giggly, then thought, seriously thought on the women he knew, now and in the past.
Ravana came to mind first. He'd seen her out and out laugh, or even chuckle, but never giggle and she gave the feeling she was laughing with him, not at him. His mother had seldom laughed or even smiled, let alone giggled. Parella had giggled, but never in the way that made him wonder if he was being made fun of. It was mostly the younger ones that giggled in that way...maybe as women aged they grew into more sensible creatures?
M'din was speaking again, drawing the young man from his thoughts. "I've heard they do. And browns have their own special something. I don't know what I like best, but all the colors are beautiful." He listened as M'din kept talking, thinking over what he'd been told. Shelving the thought of leadership for now her smiled as he spoke. "You're patient and kind. And you've a knack for explaining things. I think you'll be a good teacher."
He couldn't help but tense at the mention of his father, then looked down and away, ashamed of the reaction. "I hope to." He knew he'd people fighting for that for him, and it scared him that they were willing to fight for him.
He didn't say much more for a long time, finally finishing the knives, and starting on the endless pile of plates. When he was ready, he spoke again.
"How did you find the nerve to tell you father you were heading your own way?" He asked it softly, then blanched a bit. "I'm sorry, that's deeply personal and I shouldn't have asked."
Ravana came to mind first. He'd seen her out and out laugh, or even chuckle, but never giggle and she gave the feeling she was laughing with him, not at him. His mother had seldom laughed or even smiled, let alone giggled. Parella had giggled, but never in the way that made him wonder if he was being made fun of. It was mostly the younger ones that giggled in that way...maybe as women aged they grew into more sensible creatures?
M'din was speaking again, drawing the young man from his thoughts. "I've heard they do. And browns have their own special something. I don't know what I like best, but all the colors are beautiful." He listened as M'din kept talking, thinking over what he'd been told. Shelving the thought of leadership for now her smiled as he spoke. "You're patient and kind. And you've a knack for explaining things. I think you'll be a good teacher."
He couldn't help but tense at the mention of his father, then looked down and away, ashamed of the reaction. "I hope to." He knew he'd people fighting for that for him, and it scared him that they were willing to fight for him.
He didn't say much more for a long time, finally finishing the knives, and starting on the endless pile of plates. When he was ready, he spoke again.
"How did you find the nerve to tell you father you were heading your own way?" He asked it softly, then blanched a bit. "I'm sorry, that's deeply personal and I shouldn't have asked."