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06.Aug.13, 03:09 AM
She glanced back at him when he answered, brow lifted slightly at his tone but brushed it off the best she could. She didn't know why it bothered her, the age of his child, it was just odd she supposed. He had always known her age, it was no secret, and he had been after her for a great many Turns. He was a man after all, it was what they did, lusted after women, once they were of age to be lusted after. For some reason however it left her feeling like K'ton might change his thoughts about her, regardless of what fig he didn't give. She said none of this however, only nodded her head slightly and said, "Alright.", softly and wet the scrubber again and went back to paying attention to Ironth while still listening to K'ton.
His quiet murmur in response to her complimenting his son's name had her turning to look at him a moment. Brown eyes searched that handsome face for answers to questions she didn't know she had. She offered a faint smile and used her small nails to scratch a few flakes of peeling skin off Ironth's hide. She found herself selfishly wishing for a dragon in the middle of a conversation that was obviously very important to someone who was equally important to her. She frowned at herself as she looked at Ironth's hide, then gave him a pat and turned her attention to his rider. She still held the scrubber in one hand, even as she moved to stand near K'ton, her other hand on his arm, her fingers trailing over his skin ever so lightly. She wished she knew what she could do to ease whatever inner turmoil he held about his newly found son. Most men didn't give one thought to any children they had fathered, Evritt was a prime example. Sure she would like to know who her son's father was, but it didn't matter to her. He was her son, he didn't need to know who's seed he was, he knew he was loved and that mattered most.
She pulled her hand away slowly as she listened to his explain about his son, a smile teasing the corners of her lips as he said how much the boy talked. She nodded a little then at his final question she frowned a little with concern. She shook her head slightly, and watchers be damned, raised her free hand, placing her cool palm against his cheek, dark eyes finding his. "K'ton, you are not dense, not at all. This is not your fault. We live in a weyr, and if the mother did not seek you out...well maybe she had her reasons, but this is not on you. All you can do is be a friend to him, because at this point trying to father him...might backfire.", she said gently, moving her thumb back and forth against his cheek for a moment before realizing it. She tried to give him a small reassuring smile and moved to pull her hand away, lip between her teeth. She felt a bit awkward trying to comfort him, mostly because of how she felt toward him, and the thoughts of how she would prefer comforting it. Ugh!, she fussed at herself and shoved her thoughts away quickly before any of said thoughts were betrayed on her face and waited for him to say something.
His quiet murmur in response to her complimenting his son's name had her turning to look at him a moment. Brown eyes searched that handsome face for answers to questions she didn't know she had. She offered a faint smile and used her small nails to scratch a few flakes of peeling skin off Ironth's hide. She found herself selfishly wishing for a dragon in the middle of a conversation that was obviously very important to someone who was equally important to her. She frowned at herself as she looked at Ironth's hide, then gave him a pat and turned her attention to his rider. She still held the scrubber in one hand, even as she moved to stand near K'ton, her other hand on his arm, her fingers trailing over his skin ever so lightly. She wished she knew what she could do to ease whatever inner turmoil he held about his newly found son. Most men didn't give one thought to any children they had fathered, Evritt was a prime example. Sure she would like to know who her son's father was, but it didn't matter to her. He was her son, he didn't need to know who's seed he was, he knew he was loved and that mattered most.
She pulled her hand away slowly as she listened to his explain about his son, a smile teasing the corners of her lips as he said how much the boy talked. She nodded a little then at his final question she frowned a little with concern. She shook her head slightly, and watchers be damned, raised her free hand, placing her cool palm against his cheek, dark eyes finding his. "K'ton, you are not dense, not at all. This is not your fault. We live in a weyr, and if the mother did not seek you out...well maybe she had her reasons, but this is not on you. All you can do is be a friend to him, because at this point trying to father him...might backfire.", she said gently, moving her thumb back and forth against his cheek for a moment before realizing it. She tried to give him a small reassuring smile and moved to pull her hand away, lip between her teeth. She felt a bit awkward trying to comfort him, mostly because of how she felt toward him, and the thoughts of how she would prefer comforting it. Ugh!, she fussed at herself and shoved her thoughts away quickly before any of said thoughts were betrayed on her face and waited for him to say something.
