Post by Lotty on Nov 24, 2011 17:59:12 GMT -5
Pettahth nodded in slow understanding. He supposed that made sense. But what about those who never find a mate? Could it be possible that there just isn't another half out there? What about those poor souls? Did they not grow up just because of a little thing like that? Or what if his very own K'sel lost his mate? He couldn't regress in maturity... It all seemed rather unjust to the little brown, and concluded that he must question his green for the specifics of this theory, but only after they returned to a comfy spot on the ledge where perhaps Nuoth could give her input too. As the dragon was not one to just believe on account of another's word alone, a second opinion could most definitely help. Ok Fey-one, but I have many more questions to ask you once on the ledge and with Nuothfriend.
And she will remember you, I promise. One does not forgets Feys. He lifted to his feet and waited for the four winged dragon to clear the ground before he leaped into the air to join her. With one last glance at his rider he made sure to mention, Oh Sellamine. You may have to find your own way home. Fey-one and I are going to lounge with Nuoth on the ledge. Do be sure to watch Feyrianth's she is too egg heavy to be alone.... Merely sensing the mental eyeroll the brown chastised, Don't give me that K'sel, I am much bigger than you, and can very well show you what for... This being said, the brown made an impressive loop-de-loop around his sister before leading her off to his weyr.
Having been distracted only mentally by the departure of the dragons, the rider maintained his incredulous look on his face even as Erilena subtly admonished his ridiculousness. Though, he couldn't totally blame her, sarcastic or not, he was spewing some rather outrageous claims. The fact of the matter was that there was the equal potential that her child thought him a total and complete reject... it just so happened that it wasn't as funny to talk about the chances that he would be little more than an average uncle. So it was that he held onto the fantasy, "Her adoration of me is the least of your worries. I hope you know I'll be personally screening all of her potential suitors. No man.... or woman..." he put his hands up in front of him in pre-emptive defense. Hey, you never knew, "is getting near her without getting through me.... King of the Hobos." Cue the image of a lovely picnic date being dashed by a certain brownrider, descending on a puppy eyed boy, from an overhead tree with his knife ready to go.
"And you know, calling it a her might not make it gender confused..." K'sel was a personal expert on this subject and was quick to correct his sister on these matters, "After all, I was called Kasella for the first eighteen turns of my life, and there was never a moment that I wasn't sure that I was very much a boy," his face twisted up in nostalgia, his eyes drifting off for a moment into thought. There was a bitter sweet taste there. It was safe in his past though he remembered the barbs distinctly hurting back then. Those scars were quick to scab over though, "Even if sometimes my fellows liked to tell me otherwise... stick and stones though right?"
He listened to her describe Dmitri though and nodded his head along. He'd have to ask Nephele about this guy then. He trusted the woman's judgment of people and figured well enough that she'd tell the truth about anyone. Might prime him anyway for when he finally met this harper and without any further comment accepted the kiss on his cheek and laughing inwardly, I'm sure that we wouldn't kill one another... I'm not dying anytime soon at least. With a sneak attack hug.. again... for good measure the man poked Erilena in the nose right back. It was the closest thing he could get to revenge in regard to the hostage hat situation. Honestly he was rather touched that she had slept with the thing on, despite thinking the joining gift rationale was a bit... lame, "Fine, fine. Do put it to good use though? But if you insist on wearing it to bed at least tell me that you aren't doing it as a sexual role play game with your husband..." He was going to go ahead and blame his weyrbred heritage for immediately jumping to that conclusion.
And she will remember you, I promise. One does not forgets Feys. He lifted to his feet and waited for the four winged dragon to clear the ground before he leaped into the air to join her. With one last glance at his rider he made sure to mention, Oh Sellamine. You may have to find your own way home. Fey-one and I are going to lounge with Nuoth on the ledge. Do be sure to watch Feyrianth's she is too egg heavy to be alone.... Merely sensing the mental eyeroll the brown chastised, Don't give me that K'sel, I am much bigger than you, and can very well show you what for... This being said, the brown made an impressive loop-de-loop around his sister before leading her off to his weyr.
Having been distracted only mentally by the departure of the dragons, the rider maintained his incredulous look on his face even as Erilena subtly admonished his ridiculousness. Though, he couldn't totally blame her, sarcastic or not, he was spewing some rather outrageous claims. The fact of the matter was that there was the equal potential that her child thought him a total and complete reject... it just so happened that it wasn't as funny to talk about the chances that he would be little more than an average uncle. So it was that he held onto the fantasy, "Her adoration of me is the least of your worries. I hope you know I'll be personally screening all of her potential suitors. No man.... or woman..." he put his hands up in front of him in pre-emptive defense. Hey, you never knew, "is getting near her without getting through me.... King of the Hobos." Cue the image of a lovely picnic date being dashed by a certain brownrider, descending on a puppy eyed boy, from an overhead tree with his knife ready to go.
"And you know, calling it a her might not make it gender confused..." K'sel was a personal expert on this subject and was quick to correct his sister on these matters, "After all, I was called Kasella for the first eighteen turns of my life, and there was never a moment that I wasn't sure that I was very much a boy," his face twisted up in nostalgia, his eyes drifting off for a moment into thought. There was a bitter sweet taste there. It was safe in his past though he remembered the barbs distinctly hurting back then. Those scars were quick to scab over though, "Even if sometimes my fellows liked to tell me otherwise... stick and stones though right?"
He listened to her describe Dmitri though and nodded his head along. He'd have to ask Nephele about this guy then. He trusted the woman's judgment of people and figured well enough that she'd tell the truth about anyone. Might prime him anyway for when he finally met this harper and without any further comment accepted the kiss on his cheek and laughing inwardly, I'm sure that we wouldn't kill one another... I'm not dying anytime soon at least. With a sneak attack hug.. again... for good measure the man poked Erilena in the nose right back. It was the closest thing he could get to revenge in regard to the hostage hat situation. Honestly he was rather touched that she had slept with the thing on, despite thinking the joining gift rationale was a bit... lame, "Fine, fine. Do put it to good use though? But if you insist on wearing it to bed at least tell me that you aren't doing it as a sexual role play game with your husband..." He was going to go ahead and blame his weyrbred heritage for immediately jumping to that conclusion.