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10.Sep.12, 10:04 PM
The Bronzerider thought perhaps people weren’t used to how he was raised. He might seem to be going overboard but he genuinely cared to undo damages done. He was unable to repair the damage of his past. Perhaps it made him more willing to make up for the things he did in the present. He had not intentionally knocked the boy over but he had injured him and made his job more difficult. To Ph’yn that was worth something. When the young boy finally decided what he wanted, Ph’yn was a little surprised but far from inconvenienced by it. After all it was a good excuse, one Deshenoreth would accept, to get out of the Weyr and away from a majority of the populace.
“I’m always serious.” He insisted. “Hmmm, sounds fair to me.” In his weyrbrat days, things like rocks were kind of fun, although he never collected them, he found skipping them enjoyable. That was before he learned to fish. He generally preferred to go fishing now, there was something soothing about it and he often brought extra food in that way. Ph’yn nodded, “I used to skip the flat ones. Don’t know if youngsters do that nowadays.” He shrugged, then asked, “When would you like to go?”
He had trouble not thinking about what his own children might have done, and their children. He should be a grandfather by now. Phiona would be 32 by now, if she’d lived more than thirteen Turns. If his children weren’t immune deficient, they would not have died. He had no idea his father’s family had issues with it. His mother’s family had respiratory issues too. How he had become such strong man without any issues was beyond him. He often wondered if he was just lucky. In a way he was the opposite having to live without the people he would have defended with his life, more than any others on Pern. Spending time with this boy was going to get to him a little but he was going to do his best not to let the past linger in his thoughts too much.
“I’m always serious.” He insisted. “Hmmm, sounds fair to me.” In his weyrbrat days, things like rocks were kind of fun, although he never collected them, he found skipping them enjoyable. That was before he learned to fish. He generally preferred to go fishing now, there was something soothing about it and he often brought extra food in that way. Ph’yn nodded, “I used to skip the flat ones. Don’t know if youngsters do that nowadays.” He shrugged, then asked, “When would you like to go?”
He had trouble not thinking about what his own children might have done, and their children. He should be a grandfather by now. Phiona would be 32 by now, if she’d lived more than thirteen Turns. If his children weren’t immune deficient, they would not have died. He had no idea his father’s family had issues with it. His mother’s family had respiratory issues too. How he had become such strong man without any issues was beyond him. He often wondered if he was just lucky. In a way he was the opposite having to live without the people he would have defended with his life, more than any others on Pern. Spending time with this boy was going to get to him a little but he was going to do his best not to let the past linger in his thoughts too much.
Deshenoreth Speech
