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02.May.13, 02:24 AM
N'kal was in a fairly decent mood as he came back from the weyr bowl. He had recently taken Torath and gone hunting, brought back some good kills for the kitchens and picked up some much needed extra wood to fix up his hut. Torath had fed while N'kal had been cutting wood so everyone was happy, Torath because his belly was full, N'kal because he helped the weyr out and managed to be proactive in fixing his home. Most of the lumber would have to be gone back for, but he had stacked it against some trees so he could easily find it again. The plan was to go back after Torath was rested and had at least half digested his meal. Currently N'kal had a small bundle of wood that he planned on using for the fireplace, repairs would wait for now. He still had to decide which repairs needed to be done first, which could wait, and so forth and so on. He knew he would need to get a couple burden beasts and a cart to haul it back, he also knew he would have to give half of it to the weyr, but even so he still had enough for what he needed.
So busy with his thoughts of what did and didn't need to be done as he carried the bundle of wood on his left shoulder, that he missed the happy laughter and childish giggles until he was was walked into, or rather ran into by a very small toddler. He stopped short, not wanting to step on him or knock him onto the ground, and stared down at the boy, one thick brow lifted as the little one glared up at him like he was in the way or at fault for his being run into. His mother, or the woman he assumed was the child's mother was right behind him, offering an apology. He looked from her to the little boy glaring up at him and rested his empty hand on his hip and playfully glared back at the boy. "And who might you be young man? It's not polite to be running into people you know.", his voice was full of amusement, considering how long a day he had already managed to have, he was surprised at himself for his mood. He was filthy, covered in dirt, bits of bark, sweaty, and probably didn't smell all that great, but he was still in a good mood and amused by the boy.
He flicked his gaze to the woman behind him and gave her a bit of a smile. He did take notice that she was fairly attractive, but that was about as far as that thought went. To her apology he said, "No worries, children are going to play. Least he didn't fall down." He would have felt bad, even though he himself hadn't done anything wrong, but kids were a soft spot for the bronze rider, and even he didn't know why. He supposed it was because he himself had always wanted a child of his own, but sadly that had not been meant to be. He adjusted the load of wood on his shoulder, then decided since he was standing still for the moment to set it down by his left foot. He felt a conversation coming on, and it wouldn't due to be rude for no reason. "Name's N'kal, of bronze Torath, if it matters at all.", he offered in a way of introduction.
So busy with his thoughts of what did and didn't need to be done as he carried the bundle of wood on his left shoulder, that he missed the happy laughter and childish giggles until he was was walked into, or rather ran into by a very small toddler. He stopped short, not wanting to step on him or knock him onto the ground, and stared down at the boy, one thick brow lifted as the little one glared up at him like he was in the way or at fault for his being run into. His mother, or the woman he assumed was the child's mother was right behind him, offering an apology. He looked from her to the little boy glaring up at him and rested his empty hand on his hip and playfully glared back at the boy. "And who might you be young man? It's not polite to be running into people you know.", his voice was full of amusement, considering how long a day he had already managed to have, he was surprised at himself for his mood. He was filthy, covered in dirt, bits of bark, sweaty, and probably didn't smell all that great, but he was still in a good mood and amused by the boy.
He flicked his gaze to the woman behind him and gave her a bit of a smile. He did take notice that she was fairly attractive, but that was about as far as that thought went. To her apology he said, "No worries, children are going to play. Least he didn't fall down." He would have felt bad, even though he himself hadn't done anything wrong, but kids were a soft spot for the bronze rider, and even he didn't know why. He supposed it was because he himself had always wanted a child of his own, but sadly that had not been meant to be. He adjusted the load of wood on his shoulder, then decided since he was standing still for the moment to set it down by his left foot. He felt a conversation coming on, and it wouldn't due to be rude for no reason. "Name's N'kal, of bronze Torath, if it matters at all.", he offered in a way of introduction.
