29.Aug.12, 10:17 PM
He laughed, which coming from him was actually kind of a surprise. The deep and rich laugh was of pure mirth. He didn’t laugh much anymore unless he was so drunk he didn’t remember laughing. “I imagine it was comical watching my attempts at not falling. Oh but don’t you know that Dragonriders are quick on their feet. I’m more agile than I look though apparently not aware of what is going on around me this morning. ” Ph’yn eyed the boy for a moment.
“Here, let me help you up.” The man’s gruff voice came with softness. He was not a bad person, but rather quiet and unused to being around so much commotion. Although by now he ought to be, he never quite got used to being near so many people. A strong arm reached down to the boy where a calloused hand offered help. In his mind he kept thinking that he should have been more careful. He really didn’t want to hurt any of the children. Even Indi on a bad day was better than any of the adults. When the boy smiled he tried to remember his name but it eluded him. He wasn’t so good with names to begin with whereas Deshenoreth was. I used to know people well and remember their names. Now the world seems so different and people are hard to get to know without feeling pain.
He finally remembered the boy’s name because of his demeanor more so than his appearance. “You are Bordtai right?” He had better have gotten the boy’s name right. He had a hard enough time remembering the children’s names as new ones were born all the time here. Bordtai was one of the older children though and he had had time to learn most of their names and faces. What he recalled from the boy was that he was shy and tended to avoid causing any kind of confrontation or trouble. Not that this in itself was entirely a bad thing but it was not good if the boy never learned to stand up for himself. He shrugged the idea away. “I don’t think you’ll need a Healer but at least let me help with the logs to make up for knocking you down.” It wasn’t as if Ph’yn had hit him hard but he still felt bad for it.
Things might have been different if the boy were not a child. Adults were often far less forgiving and more willing to confront people. Ph’yn picked up the logs the boy had been carrying, not really waiting for a response. He was a tall, strong man and he was much more capable of carrying in logs than a ten Turn old. “What other chores do you have this morning?” He gathered carrying wood would not be the last thing on the boy’s plate today but maybe Ph’yn could get him out of more strenuous tasks for the morning. He felt rather guilty about injuring the boy even if it meant he was only bruised.
“Here, let me help you up.” The man’s gruff voice came with softness. He was not a bad person, but rather quiet and unused to being around so much commotion. Although by now he ought to be, he never quite got used to being near so many people. A strong arm reached down to the boy where a calloused hand offered help. In his mind he kept thinking that he should have been more careful. He really didn’t want to hurt any of the children. Even Indi on a bad day was better than any of the adults. When the boy smiled he tried to remember his name but it eluded him. He wasn’t so good with names to begin with whereas Deshenoreth was. I used to know people well and remember their names. Now the world seems so different and people are hard to get to know without feeling pain.
He finally remembered the boy’s name because of his demeanor more so than his appearance. “You are Bordtai right?” He had better have gotten the boy’s name right. He had a hard enough time remembering the children’s names as new ones were born all the time here. Bordtai was one of the older children though and he had had time to learn most of their names and faces. What he recalled from the boy was that he was shy and tended to avoid causing any kind of confrontation or trouble. Not that this in itself was entirely a bad thing but it was not good if the boy never learned to stand up for himself. He shrugged the idea away. “I don’t think you’ll need a Healer but at least let me help with the logs to make up for knocking you down.” It wasn’t as if Ph’yn had hit him hard but he still felt bad for it.
Things might have been different if the boy were not a child. Adults were often far less forgiving and more willing to confront people. Ph’yn picked up the logs the boy had been carrying, not really waiting for a response. He was a tall, strong man and he was much more capable of carrying in logs than a ten Turn old. “What other chores do you have this morning?” He gathered carrying wood would not be the last thing on the boy’s plate today but maybe Ph’yn could get him out of more strenuous tasks for the morning. He felt rather guilty about injuring the boy even if it meant he was only bruised.
Deshenoreth Speech