27.Sep.13, 12:31 AM
Terken listened, seemingly focused on the plate he was scrubbing. Subtle signs showed that he was listening though. He thought about what he'd heard for a long moment.
T'rel had snapped while they were in the jungle. T'ken suspected his mother had had something to do with it. Him injuring Berruth though. He took whatever T'rel dished out because it was his fault that Berruth was injured. And it hadn't been after that injury that Berruth became the servile thing he was now. T'rel had made it plain that his dragon losing most of his mind was Terken's fault as well.
Terken still blamed himself. As his mother had descended into insanity, her mind games had...Ravana dealing herself in had saved his mind in so many ways. What had it cost her to save him?
Terken shook his thoughts from his parents, then spoke softly. "What are your kids like?" It was a feeble attempt to change the subject, to get M'din talking about something that would make him happy. But the look on his face when he'd mentioned them had shown him that M'din loved his children. Talking about the things people loved made them mostly happy.
He added, "I've probably spent time with them, but most of the time I was in the creche I was focused on how to get out." Learning to be social was harder than he'd expected. Finding that he needed more than Kela more so.
That reminded him, he would need to get her a bone on the way out of here when they were done, if she hadn't already conned one from a kitchen worker. She was entirely too good at convincing the people around her that she hadn't eaten in weeks. He even fell for it, and he was the one that fed her, twice daily.
T'rel had snapped while they were in the jungle. T'ken suspected his mother had had something to do with it. Him injuring Berruth though. He took whatever T'rel dished out because it was his fault that Berruth was injured. And it hadn't been after that injury that Berruth became the servile thing he was now. T'rel had made it plain that his dragon losing most of his mind was Terken's fault as well.
Terken still blamed himself. As his mother had descended into insanity, her mind games had...Ravana dealing herself in had saved his mind in so many ways. What had it cost her to save him?
Terken shook his thoughts from his parents, then spoke softly. "What are your kids like?" It was a feeble attempt to change the subject, to get M'din talking about something that would make him happy. But the look on his face when he'd mentioned them had shown him that M'din loved his children. Talking about the things people loved made them mostly happy.
He added, "I've probably spent time with them, but most of the time I was in the creche I was focused on how to get out." Learning to be social was harder than he'd expected. Finding that he needed more than Kela more so.
That reminded him, he would need to get her a bone on the way out of here when they were done, if she hadn't already conned one from a kitchen worker. She was entirely too good at convincing the people around her that she hadn't eaten in weeks. He even fell for it, and he was the one that fed her, twice daily.