29.Apr.14, 01:48 AM
K’tir watched N’del and wondered what was going through the older man’s head. He was fairly forthright with his opinions and views but there was likely more behind each statement that was far more personal. It was understandable and not a huge issue to K’tir since he was also known for not readily sharing tidbits about himself so when the question about family was turned on him, there was a pause as he considered what to share. N’del likely had children or perhaps siblings with children that had been left behind during the migration South and no doubt he worried about what was left of that after so much time had passed. K’tir, on the other hand, didn’t have anything or anyone to return to.
He had been young and foolishly in love with a bluerider when everything fell apart and with no family to call his own. No doubt Z’rak had spread word of his clever game of stringing along the kid he brought South with him for so long and K’tir suspected rumours still floated around since the bastard had managed to survive every disaster to strike Katila thus far but he did his best to ignore it and instead focused his hatred of Z’rak and all blueriders into a need to protect those that were targeted by the blueriding games.
Eyes widened as he stared into his wine, realizing how much of a tangent his mind had taken, veering away from the question that had been posed. “No; no family. My father died in the South and no one knows who my mother is. I’d actually say I have more reason to stay in Katila with my children and their mothers – assuming they’re staying anyway.” He should probably look into that sine he couldn’t even fathom a safe guess as to whether or not the women would return North and where they would go from there.
He had been young and foolishly in love with a bluerider when everything fell apart and with no family to call his own. No doubt Z’rak had spread word of his clever game of stringing along the kid he brought South with him for so long and K’tir suspected rumours still floated around since the bastard had managed to survive every disaster to strike Katila thus far but he did his best to ignore it and instead focused his hatred of Z’rak and all blueriders into a need to protect those that were targeted by the blueriding games.
Eyes widened as he stared into his wine, realizing how much of a tangent his mind had taken, veering away from the question that had been posed. “No; no family. My father died in the South and no one knows who my mother is. I’d actually say I have more reason to stay in Katila with my children and their mothers – assuming they’re staying anyway.” He should probably look into that sine he couldn’t even fathom a safe guess as to whether or not the women would return North and where they would go from there.