01.Jan.14, 01:03 PM
Diolon gave Firah's first suggestion that he get his parents to find him an instructor all the attention it deserved: none. Like most rider fathers, T'rel wasn't exactly a strong figure in his life and his mother would expect him to find his own teacher. She wasn't there to hold his hand and if he couldn't be bothered to get something on his own, he obviously didn't want it badly enough and he should pursue something else instead.
Firah's mention of chores brought a sullen glare. What was it his concern if Diolon was skipping out on anything? A weyrbrat knew how to do his part, learned it growing up here along with things like letters and numbers, and it pricked his pride that the man would say otherwise. And as a matter of fact, he'd finished his chores for the moment. He was allowed to take a break as much as anyone else.
"I know how to do my work! I don't shirk," much, "ask anybody!" Diolon protested, but the effect was probably lost in the beaming grin he directed at Firah. He was a bit confused at the man's insistence he get his mother's permission, but maybe it was a holder thing? "Thanks! Ma won't care- she likes things that keep me out of trouble. Just let me know when to show up and I'll be there." Even if he trade to trade chores with someone.
Diolon hesitated, trying to decide whether to push his luck. But it was his brother who'd gotten all the caution in the family, so he went ahead and asked. "Is there anything you could teach me now? Quick-like? Beginner's stuff?" Diolon fairly vibrated with curiosity and suppressed enthusiasm- his family would've been impressed that something could have gotten him to practice so much self-restraint.
Firah's mention of chores brought a sullen glare. What was it his concern if Diolon was skipping out on anything? A weyrbrat knew how to do his part, learned it growing up here along with things like letters and numbers, and it pricked his pride that the man would say otherwise. And as a matter of fact, he'd finished his chores for the moment. He was allowed to take a break as much as anyone else.
"I know how to do my work! I don't shirk," much, "ask anybody!" Diolon protested, but the effect was probably lost in the beaming grin he directed at Firah. He was a bit confused at the man's insistence he get his mother's permission, but maybe it was a holder thing? "Thanks! Ma won't care- she likes things that keep me out of trouble. Just let me know when to show up and I'll be there." Even if he trade to trade chores with someone.
Diolon hesitated, trying to decide whether to push his luck. But it was his brother who'd gotten all the caution in the family, so he went ahead and asked. "Is there anything you could teach me now? Quick-like? Beginner's stuff?" Diolon fairly vibrated with curiosity and suppressed enthusiasm- his family would've been impressed that something could have gotten him to practice so much self-restraint.