18.Apr.13, 02:31 PM
A green flight had happened recently and dragonlust had filled him. He'd gone and cowered in the shower of his room, letting the cold water counteract and punish the desires forced on him by the mating green. It was unnatural to fight it so, and every time he did, it became a little harder, and it took a little more out of him, both mentally and physically. Part of him wanted to believe that having bedroom time with the person nearest to him whenever flightlust happened was natural and good, but a part of his soul simply couldn't agree. It had to be wrong to sleep with someone without a relationship, casual, as it was called.
He'd taken to a long stroll over the river's edge today, taking the day off from his CraftHall instead of laboring over the hot smithing forge with abandon for the world, as he always seemed to do. He usually immersed himself in work to avoid the reality that his life was boring here at Katila, and that he, intellectually, was bored. Perhaps taking more risks would cure that. Perhaps escaping from the weyr and going back home, throwing back laughter to the man who'd stolen him. Or perhaps, instead, he'd just take the day off work. He'd opted for that and called it a risky adventure.
There was a woman along the riverside with a child splashing about in the water. He spotted them and walked over. He hadn't realized how close he was when he stopped, his shadow draping over the woman's lounging posture. He wasn't really looking at her or the child, just merely had his gaze over the area without thinking. This was risky, also. Would he say something to the woman? Would he try to get over his fear of children by attempting to play with it?
Sure, why the fardles not.
"Who's a good little child? Who is he? Yes-he-is, he's-a-good-little-toddler.", he tried, calling to the child. It was the best he knew how to do. Wasn't it? What if he had a child back where he'd come from? What if he didn't? What if all of this moping and longing was for nothing?
He'd taken to a long stroll over the river's edge today, taking the day off from his CraftHall instead of laboring over the hot smithing forge with abandon for the world, as he always seemed to do. He usually immersed himself in work to avoid the reality that his life was boring here at Katila, and that he, intellectually, was bored. Perhaps taking more risks would cure that. Perhaps escaping from the weyr and going back home, throwing back laughter to the man who'd stolen him. Or perhaps, instead, he'd just take the day off work. He'd opted for that and called it a risky adventure.
There was a woman along the riverside with a child splashing about in the water. He spotted them and walked over. He hadn't realized how close he was when he stopped, his shadow draping over the woman's lounging posture. He wasn't really looking at her or the child, just merely had his gaze over the area without thinking. This was risky, also. Would he say something to the woman? Would he try to get over his fear of children by attempting to play with it?
Sure, why the fardles not.
"Who's a good little child? Who is he? Yes-he-is, he's-a-good-little-toddler.", he tried, calling to the child. It was the best he knew how to do. Wasn't it? What if he had a child back where he'd come from? What if he didn't? What if all of this moping and longing was for nothing?