Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
22.Apr.13, 02:20 PM
"He-oh.", he started and stopped, but what really got to him more than the fact that the boy was two and not yet fully developed was that his father didn't know. He didn't know if he had a child back home, and he wanted to know. Who wouldn't want to know that they had a child, a son, who liked to play in the sand and had hands and fingers that weren't fully formed and said things like "dig dig big". Had the same thing happened to Ameris as him, that she had been search-n-snatched before she could tell anyone? And yet here they were now, on the side of a river, at Katila weyr.
"If I were him, I'd want to know, so that I could do the right thing and be a dad. ", he said softly, looking at the boy. He had no idea what to do with the child or how to interact with him. In fact, he was sort of frightened of the boy, but a part of him soothed him that this was the right and noble thing to do, like a paternal instinct trying to stir to life and rise though waves of subconscious resistance. He was quiet, and gazed down at the dirt where he sat. He took a few clumps and put them in front of the boy, and then more, until he'd transported a small pyramid of the wet, goopy sand.
"Can you teach me to be better with women and kids?", he looked down as he said it, afraid of his own voice and his own expression and even his own feelings.
"You see these people with dragons, and their world, their lives have shifted. Nothing is more important than their dragon. Not even their weyrmate or their weyrbrats. Their dragons become their whole lives, like the dragon riders are in a state of altered consciousness. And it's permanent, there's no turning back. I don't understand how anyone would want to change their whole lives so dramatically. And, it's a dragon that depends on them, not a human. A dragon can't satisfy a human's need for social interaction or deep conversations or physical affection or even romance...."
"If I were him, I'd want to know, so that I could do the right thing and be a dad. ", he said softly, looking at the boy. He had no idea what to do with the child or how to interact with him. In fact, he was sort of frightened of the boy, but a part of him soothed him that this was the right and noble thing to do, like a paternal instinct trying to stir to life and rise though waves of subconscious resistance. He was quiet, and gazed down at the dirt where he sat. He took a few clumps and put them in front of the boy, and then more, until he'd transported a small pyramid of the wet, goopy sand.
"Can you teach me to be better with women and kids?", he looked down as he said it, afraid of his own voice and his own expression and even his own feelings.
"You see these people with dragons, and their world, their lives have shifted. Nothing is more important than their dragon. Not even their weyrmate or their weyrbrats. Their dragons become their whole lives, like the dragon riders are in a state of altered consciousness. And it's permanent, there's no turning back. I don't understand how anyone would want to change their whole lives so dramatically. And, it's a dragon that depends on them, not a human. A dragon can't satisfy a human's need for social interaction or deep conversations or physical affection or even romance...."
