02.Sep.12, 11:20 PM
"I don't think I'm necessarily doing good as just getting good hands?" It wasn't as if they were actually betting. What they were playing was a game of luck, and in that at least V'zire had a chance to win. If this were an actual game of poker, V'zire would be losing terribly. He couldn't bluff, and it was up in the air if he could tell whether he had a solid hand or not. Right now he was guessing, and hoping that A'liran would point out to him what he had. He drew his next cards, a little dismayed that he had a low pair. A'liran had beaten that before, and V'zire suspected that he would beat him again.
"I kind of want... an actual one," he admitted with the smallest blush. "But if Niskziath is happy with picking R'ore's dragon again and again, then I'm going to be happy too." A weyrmate seemed out of the picture to him, or at least a weyrmate who wasn't already weyrmated with someone else. For someone who wasn't a stereotypical greenrider, he had a lot of complications in his relationships. He supposed it was unavoidable from the moment he had Impressed Niskziath. She was everything he wanted, and if that meant his human relations were skewed... so be it. He had her, and that was all he really needed.
"Still..." It seemed as if V'zire had something to say on the subject of A'liran's baby, but decided that he was better off respecting the man's boundaries. Whatever thought was on his mind withered and died. A child was a difficult subject to discuss, especially one that was lost. If A'liran knew he was having a child, the pain had to be similar to losing one that had been born. But, maybe A'liran had already conquered that grief, and maybe he was being a bit of a dick by bringing the subject up.
V'zire glanced at A'liran skeptically, and then took a cautious peek at his hand. "Why do you sound so happy to have lost?" He was sort of excited that he was winning, though!
"I kind of want... an actual one," he admitted with the smallest blush. "But if Niskziath is happy with picking R'ore's dragon again and again, then I'm going to be happy too." A weyrmate seemed out of the picture to him, or at least a weyrmate who wasn't already weyrmated with someone else. For someone who wasn't a stereotypical greenrider, he had a lot of complications in his relationships. He supposed it was unavoidable from the moment he had Impressed Niskziath. She was everything he wanted, and if that meant his human relations were skewed... so be it. He had her, and that was all he really needed.
"Still..." It seemed as if V'zire had something to say on the subject of A'liran's baby, but decided that he was better off respecting the man's boundaries. Whatever thought was on his mind withered and died. A child was a difficult subject to discuss, especially one that was lost. If A'liran knew he was having a child, the pain had to be similar to losing one that had been born. But, maybe A'liran had already conquered that grief, and maybe he was being a bit of a dick by bringing the subject up.
V'zire glanced at A'liran skeptically, and then took a cautious peek at his hand. "Why do you sound so happy to have lost?" He was sort of excited that he was winning, though!
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[span style="background-color:#64B116;"][color=#CCFFCC]Niskziath Speech[/color][/span]