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17.Sep.22, 06:51 AM
The mention of her sons added further to his hesitation. He had been in the Weyrs long enough to know it wasn’t polite to ask who someone’s father was since dragonriders didn’t have to acknowledge their offspring or have a hand in raising them. He also knew enough had died in the landslide that was also a tricky question that could bring up emotions and memories better left at rest. But K’tir believed the father, or fathers, had been given the same proposition he had received and they weren’t in the picture. It was probably a bluerider—they didn’t care if they abandoned loved ones for their next whim.
It was that attitude that made K’tir want to be a father to his own children and what still drove him now. It added to his conflict about needing to be there for a child but knowing he would be useless, especially for the first several years when vision was an asset for keeping others alive. But Ojassa wanted to be the main parenting force and didn’t that work out best for a blind man? She had previously stated he wouldn’t have to be cut out entirely but it was preferred if he didn’t try to counter what she did. There was appeal in the offer and the more he thought on it, the more it did make sense.
He ran a hand through his hair, fingers catching briefly on some curls. He hadn’t bothered to tie back his hair that day despite knowing he would be sitting in the Hatching grounds for a while. The heat didn’t bother him, it was why he had chosen to move to and stay in Ista. There was something comforting about the humidity and hot sun. “Maybe I can be available to your sons if they have questions,” he offered, deciding to start with the easier part. He didn’t have all the answers but he was confident he could help two boys based on his own personal experiences and raising Kajiran.
“And I think…” he hesitated for a breath. Was this really a smart idea? Would this make him no better than a bluerider? “I think we could try again. I’m in no position to be deeply involved in raising our child but I would have your word that I could still see him or her on occasion.” Logically he knew raising a kid wouldn’t fix everything wrong in his life but it might give him a purpose again and feel less like a pity party. His book club was helping but maybe he was ready for more than only reading and sex again—not that he intended on replacing either of those hobbies.
It was that attitude that made K’tir want to be a father to his own children and what still drove him now. It added to his conflict about needing to be there for a child but knowing he would be useless, especially for the first several years when vision was an asset for keeping others alive. But Ojassa wanted to be the main parenting force and didn’t that work out best for a blind man? She had previously stated he wouldn’t have to be cut out entirely but it was preferred if he didn’t try to counter what she did. There was appeal in the offer and the more he thought on it, the more it did make sense.
He ran a hand through his hair, fingers catching briefly on some curls. He hadn’t bothered to tie back his hair that day despite knowing he would be sitting in the Hatching grounds for a while. The heat didn’t bother him, it was why he had chosen to move to and stay in Ista. There was something comforting about the humidity and hot sun. “Maybe I can be available to your sons if they have questions,” he offered, deciding to start with the easier part. He didn’t have all the answers but he was confident he could help two boys based on his own personal experiences and raising Kajiran.
“And I think…” he hesitated for a breath. Was this really a smart idea? Would this make him no better than a bluerider? “I think we could try again. I’m in no position to be deeply involved in raising our child but I would have your word that I could still see him or her on occasion.” Logically he knew raising a kid wouldn’t fix everything wrong in his life but it might give him a purpose again and feel less like a pity party. His book club was helping but maybe he was ready for more than only reading and sex again—not that he intended on replacing either of those hobbies.
