01.Aug.13, 10:37 AM
M'din jovially replied, "Oh, good! I'm glad you're willing to give grown ups a chance. We're not all bad." It was refreshing that little Casa so readily took his advice, or at least claimed she did, after dealing with his own daughter, Reldemi. Granted, his eldest daughter was a bit older than the blonde girl before him, and was in the midst of a slightly rebellious, stubborn phase of her life. Marilitin had been the same way at fourteen turns, and M'din believed she'd grow out of it.
He nodded lightly as Casa questioned the the type of person who would hurt a child. "Only people with small hearts hurt those incapable of defending themselves. Maybe one day they'll learn to treat people the way they'd like to be treated," he said. M'din cracked his knuckles distractedly, thinking that there were many at Katila who'd never grown out of the habit of bullying. Some of those unkind members of the Weyr had Impressed dragons, becoming truly dangerous forces. Looking down at Casa, he earnestly hoped the next generation of riders would be more compassionate than those who survived the Exile.
Armath took the liberty of responding to her request to be left alone, commenting,It doesn't matter to us if you sleep out here, but I suggest moving to a less populated area. People come and go along the river more frequently than in the bushes back there. He motioned with his snout to the copse of trees behind him. To her compliment, he added, And I wouldn't call me gorgeous, but then, only golds really are. I'd say I'm a fine draconic specimen though for being the color of mud.
M'din wryly smiled at his bonded, wondering where Armath got the talent to thoughtlessly brush off compliments in favor of joking about himself. He'd never been one to comfortably accept admiration. As Casa tried to stand, M'din asked, "Why don't you sit a little longer? You could probably use some rest, and no one's going to stop you." He wanted to turn the discussion to something more cheerful, something the Weyrbrat would enjoy, and her longing glance at Armath's hide did not go unnoticed. "So, Casa, you're a Candidate? What kind of dragon do you want to Impress?"
He nodded lightly as Casa questioned the the type of person who would hurt a child. "Only people with small hearts hurt those incapable of defending themselves. Maybe one day they'll learn to treat people the way they'd like to be treated," he said. M'din cracked his knuckles distractedly, thinking that there were many at Katila who'd never grown out of the habit of bullying. Some of those unkind members of the Weyr had Impressed dragons, becoming truly dangerous forces. Looking down at Casa, he earnestly hoped the next generation of riders would be more compassionate than those who survived the Exile.
Armath took the liberty of responding to her request to be left alone, commenting,
M'din wryly smiled at his bonded, wondering where Armath got the talent to thoughtlessly brush off compliments in favor of joking about himself. He'd never been one to comfortably accept admiration. As Casa tried to stand, M'din asked, "Why don't you sit a little longer? You could probably use some rest, and no one's going to stop you." He wanted to turn the discussion to something more cheerful, something the Weyrbrat would enjoy, and her longing glance at Armath's hide did not go unnoticed. "So, Casa, you're a Candidate? What kind of dragon do you want to Impress?"