06.May.13, 09:13 PM
Bored she may look but K'ton's sharp blue eyes spotted the grin that she barely suppressed as she rolled her eyes better than he could have. He chuckled quietly at the words that came from her on the heels of his flattery. It wasn't really flattery. Well it was but wasn't. For once in his life, it might be that K'ton was serious in his joking flirtations. It was an odd sensation really. And not a little confusing for the brownrider. One of these days he would figure it out and when he did, K'ton would be lost. But for now, a little fun never hurt anyone.
"Wine? Never touch the stuff. Bad for your health," he grinned as he answered her, "If anything, my eyes are as sharp as ever, my bright eyed beauty." His breath caught - just a bit - at the bright smile that graced her face at the mention of her son. "I hear they do that. Quite a bit in fact," he laughed at her comment about his growth. Children. He was sure he had some floating around here and there but whether he wanted to take an active role and actually look for them. Well that was the question. He probably didn't and wouldn't take much of any role with the bastards that he'd created. It just wasn't in him. The father material that everyone came with seemed to be missing from K'ton.
He comforted himself in his bond with Ironth instead. He didn't need to be a father to anyone. He was a dragonrider. It was what he knew, what he was good at. Maybe if he analyzed it a bit more he'd find himself frightened at the prospect of letting a little boy or girl down. But as it were he just shrugged the feeling off and contented himself with who he was now. "You know if you came to visit every now and then, you could ask him yourself. He likes you. Did you know that?" he asked, "Crazy brown just jabbers about you. Vaelya this and Vaelya that. When are you going to bring that pretty Vaelya to visit and her sweet little one too" He mimicked the brown nearly perfectly, though whether the statement was true or not was to be seen.
"Wine? Never touch the stuff. Bad for your health," he grinned as he answered her, "If anything, my eyes are as sharp as ever, my bright eyed beauty." His breath caught - just a bit - at the bright smile that graced her face at the mention of her son. "I hear they do that. Quite a bit in fact," he laughed at her comment about his growth. Children. He was sure he had some floating around here and there but whether he wanted to take an active role and actually look for them. Well that was the question. He probably didn't and wouldn't take much of any role with the bastards that he'd created. It just wasn't in him. The father material that everyone came with seemed to be missing from K'ton.
He comforted himself in his bond with Ironth instead. He didn't need to be a father to anyone. He was a dragonrider. It was what he knew, what he was good at. Maybe if he analyzed it a bit more he'd find himself frightened at the prospect of letting a little boy or girl down. But as it were he just shrugged the feeling off and contented himself with who he was now. "You know if you came to visit every now and then, you could ask him yourself. He likes you. Did you know that?" he asked, "Crazy brown just jabbers about you. Vaelya this and Vaelya that. When are you going to bring that pretty Vaelya to visit and her sweet little one too" He mimicked the brown nearly perfectly, though whether the statement was true or not was to be seen.