Post by weaving on Oct 18, 2008 14:20:16 GMT -5
Lennae listened in silence as Rawign filled her in on all of the gossip surrounding K’lir’s life. It was probably better that way, for the more the healer spoke, the more shocked she became. K’lir had fathered a child. That one thought stuck in her mind and as much as she tried to think of other things, her thoughts continued to revert back to that one bit of news. Him and Beka. Were they weyr-mated now? At the very least, K’lir would want to play a part in the child’s life. He might be temperamental, to put it kindly, but she didn’t think he could know about his own child and still choose to have nothing to do with the babe. She knew that K’lir had a heart, though even he denied it.
“I don’t mind the rambling, or gossip I should say. Are K’lir and Beka weyrmated?” She through the question out there, knowing that her curiosity would never be satisfied if she didn’t get an answer. She remembered them holding hands at the hatching, but she hadn’t paid much attention afterwards. What with weyrling lessons and all, and then she had left. So much had happened in the time that she was gone. She still didn’t know the half of what had happened. It certainly seemed to be quite fortunate that she and Rawign had met.
The more she thought about it, the more questions she had, though she doubted that Rawign would be able to answer most, if any, of them. Why had Beka kept the child? Lennae could understand wanted a baby later in life, but now? She was still so young! And why had Beka hid it from ‘Lir? Perhaps it was different if you knew who the father of your babe was. She hadn’t had that, not even a hint as to who it could have been, when she’d found out that she was with child. Would she have kept it if she had known? Probably not, and certainly not at High Reaches. That place was no place to raise a child.
Showoff’s words brought to her attention that they were passing the jewelry stall. Looking up ahead, Lennae began searching for the Smith stall. “I’m looking for a few knives,” she told Rawign. Knives were common enough for dragonriders to have, being necessary to mending riding straps and the like. “My old ones are useless for just about anything.” The actual blades were much smaller and thinner than it had been originally from turns of sharpening them. In fact, they were the first knives she had ever been given. No wonder they were fallin apart. She would have shown him, but they had been left back in her weyr. It was difficult getting used to carrying them again when she hadn’t for so long. There really hadn’t been a need for much up in the north.
“What else have I missed, having been gone so long?” She asked, searching to keep the conversation going. Gossip was harmless enough and unlikely to bring back bad memories for either of them. It was proving to be one of the few safe things to talk about.
“I don’t mind the rambling, or gossip I should say. Are K’lir and Beka weyrmated?” She through the question out there, knowing that her curiosity would never be satisfied if she didn’t get an answer. She remembered them holding hands at the hatching, but she hadn’t paid much attention afterwards. What with weyrling lessons and all, and then she had left. So much had happened in the time that she was gone. She still didn’t know the half of what had happened. It certainly seemed to be quite fortunate that she and Rawign had met.
The more she thought about it, the more questions she had, though she doubted that Rawign would be able to answer most, if any, of them. Why had Beka kept the child? Lennae could understand wanted a baby later in life, but now? She was still so young! And why had Beka hid it from ‘Lir? Perhaps it was different if you knew who the father of your babe was. She hadn’t had that, not even a hint as to who it could have been, when she’d found out that she was with child. Would she have kept it if she had known? Probably not, and certainly not at High Reaches. That place was no place to raise a child.
Showoff’s words brought to her attention that they were passing the jewelry stall. Looking up ahead, Lennae began searching for the Smith stall. “I’m looking for a few knives,” she told Rawign. Knives were common enough for dragonriders to have, being necessary to mending riding straps and the like. “My old ones are useless for just about anything.” The actual blades were much smaller and thinner than it had been originally from turns of sharpening them. In fact, they were the first knives she had ever been given. No wonder they were fallin apart. She would have shown him, but they had been left back in her weyr. It was difficult getting used to carrying them again when she hadn’t for so long. There really hadn’t been a need for much up in the north.
“What else have I missed, having been gone so long?” She asked, searching to keep the conversation going. Gossip was harmless enough and unlikely to bring back bad memories for either of them. It was proving to be one of the few safe things to talk about.