Post by kysseh on Apr 17, 2010 13:41:19 GMT -5
Baoth did not seem to be in a friendly and talkative sort of mood, though Dohulth did not hold it against her. Rarely did the brown hold grudges, so he merely crooned a pleasant greeting and bobbed his head in her direction before settling on a corner of the ledge. His’ mind was in turmoil, so the brown elected to offer silent support, waiting patiently while the brownrider tried to sort through what was going on.
K’von was not at all put off by K’lir’s seeming disinterest, his focus mostly on his weyrmate as she reached back and took his hand. Her smile was met with one of his own, his fingers laced through hers, affectionate but not clinging. She could have easily removed her hand if she wanted to. He just liked holding onto her, and their proximity meant that he had the same sort of startled reaction as she to K’lir’s announcement. His reaction, however, was only evident in his expression, reminiscent of a wherry looking up at a dragon’s incoming claws. Rushed decision. Uh oh.
He took very little coaxing to be herded from the room, looping his free arm around her waist to lean her weight against him. There was some vague mumbling in response to her comment about her office, as though he was attempting to agree with her and succeeded only in confirming everyone’s suspicions that on-the-fly personal decisions tended to not be his area of expertise. “Don’t have to thank me. You wouldn’t call me unless it was important,” he murmured against her mouth, stealing in for another kiss to buy himself some time. A child was a very big step. At least before, when Kalierre had been pregnant, he would have had time to mentally prepare. And it would have been an infant, not a young child raised entirely by someone else, a near-stranger.
The decision was made for him, though, when he saw her gaze avert itself from his. Nervous. She was nervous. Because she thought he would say no? The way she spoke, she had already decided, and he had no doubt that the answer was yes, they would be taking Kahrelir into their weyr, which did not surprise him. Both of them had wanted the child that had been lost, and he was silent for a moment after her question, letting his hand play along her back. Did she expect him to say no? He couldn’t answer in the negative. He did want a child, even a foster, and if Kalierre had already decided in favor, then he had no real argument to make against it.
His gazed focused on her face even as his head turned, lips brushing against her fingers. “I don’t have to think about it. He’ll come stay with us.” And that was that. Still, the brownrider pulled his weyrmate flush against his body, nuzzling her ear in an effort to keep her from spotting the worry etched on his face. Would the boy even like them? Or maybe like her and not him? What if Kalierre thought he was a terrible parent? So many questions. “It’s kind of sudden,” he admitted. “But we’ll make it work. Thank you for asking.” Because it did matter that the greenrider had asked instead of simply bringing the boy back to their weyr and announcing his new place of residence. “Let’s go meet him.”
K’von was not at all put off by K’lir’s seeming disinterest, his focus mostly on his weyrmate as she reached back and took his hand. Her smile was met with one of his own, his fingers laced through hers, affectionate but not clinging. She could have easily removed her hand if she wanted to. He just liked holding onto her, and their proximity meant that he had the same sort of startled reaction as she to K’lir’s announcement. His reaction, however, was only evident in his expression, reminiscent of a wherry looking up at a dragon’s incoming claws. Rushed decision. Uh oh.
He took very little coaxing to be herded from the room, looping his free arm around her waist to lean her weight against him. There was some vague mumbling in response to her comment about her office, as though he was attempting to agree with her and succeeded only in confirming everyone’s suspicions that on-the-fly personal decisions tended to not be his area of expertise. “Don’t have to thank me. You wouldn’t call me unless it was important,” he murmured against her mouth, stealing in for another kiss to buy himself some time. A child was a very big step. At least before, when Kalierre had been pregnant, he would have had time to mentally prepare. And it would have been an infant, not a young child raised entirely by someone else, a near-stranger.
The decision was made for him, though, when he saw her gaze avert itself from his. Nervous. She was nervous. Because she thought he would say no? The way she spoke, she had already decided, and he had no doubt that the answer was yes, they would be taking Kahrelir into their weyr, which did not surprise him. Both of them had wanted the child that had been lost, and he was silent for a moment after her question, letting his hand play along her back. Did she expect him to say no? He couldn’t answer in the negative. He did want a child, even a foster, and if Kalierre had already decided in favor, then he had no real argument to make against it.
His gazed focused on her face even as his head turned, lips brushing against her fingers. “I don’t have to think about it. He’ll come stay with us.” And that was that. Still, the brownrider pulled his weyrmate flush against his body, nuzzling her ear in an effort to keep her from spotting the worry etched on his face. Would the boy even like them? Or maybe like her and not him? What if Kalierre thought he was a terrible parent? So many questions. “It’s kind of sudden,” he admitted. “But we’ll make it work. Thank you for asking.” Because it did matter that the greenrider had asked instead of simply bringing the boy back to their weyr and announcing his new place of residence. “Let’s go meet him.”