03.Aug.13, 05:36 PM
Cautiously accepting the knife's hilt, M'din managed to a suppress a laugh at Terken's concerns with the opposite gender as he dried it. "Not all of them are giggly," he happily replied, mind turning to Peorray on impulse. He wondered how his friend was doing lately- it had been almost two sevendays since he'd seen her- though he was more than certain she could take care of herself. "It's a matter of finding the right one and being just as straightforward with her as she is with you." In reality M'din knew it was rarely that simple, but he'd been mercifully blessed with practical, devoted women disinterested in the more frivolous aspects of a lady's life.
M'din cracked his uninjured knuckles against his leg, a habit he'd developed as a child and had never bothered to break, and nodded thoughtfully as Terken talked about dragons. Armath tickled his mind; he'd obviously been eavesdropping.Tell him brown is obviously better. M'din ignored his bonded with a wry grin, but said, "You can guess I'm partial to browns, but there's nothing wrong with any color. The dragons always make the right choice."
Terken's concerns about the color hierarchy were valid, as Katila was far from a meritocracy. "I think everyone should be allowed progress at their own pace, or not move up the ladder at all if that's what they want. No one can force you into something you don't want, especially a leadership position." Hell, M'din had managed to avoid notice for nearly a decade, and had never given a second thought to his social status, regardless of what people said behind his back.
"I wouldn't call them ambitions," M'din smiled broadly. "But I think I'd like to teach one day." Again, Peorray came to mind. She seemed to enjoy his discussions about Impression, and her tacit encouragement had led him to consider applying for a Weyrlingmaster's Assistant position. He still had his doubts, but at least he wouldn't be completely in charge of a group of Hatchlings and their overwhelmed riders. He'd just be the helpful bearded guy on the side!
Clearing his throat, M'din hoped he wasn't stepping on Terken's toes by saying, "If your dad is anything like mine, he wants a lot for you that you may not. My advice is to do what makes you happy."
M'din cracked his uninjured knuckles against his leg, a habit he'd developed as a child and had never bothered to break, and nodded thoughtfully as Terken talked about dragons. Armath tickled his mind; he'd obviously been eavesdropping.
Terken's concerns about the color hierarchy were valid, as Katila was far from a meritocracy. "I think everyone should be allowed progress at their own pace, or not move up the ladder at all if that's what they want. No one can force you into something you don't want, especially a leadership position." Hell, M'din had managed to avoid notice for nearly a decade, and had never given a second thought to his social status, regardless of what people said behind his back.
"I wouldn't call them ambitions," M'din smiled broadly. "But I think I'd like to teach one day." Again, Peorray came to mind. She seemed to enjoy his discussions about Impression, and her tacit encouragement had led him to consider applying for a Weyrlingmaster's Assistant position. He still had his doubts, but at least he wouldn't be completely in charge of a group of Hatchlings and their overwhelmed riders. He'd just be the helpful bearded guy on the side!
Clearing his throat, M'din hoped he wasn't stepping on Terken's toes by saying, "If your dad is anything like mine, he wants a lot for you that you may not. My advice is to do what makes you happy."