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“At least she cared right?” Ok’lin pointed out, “I mean sure
that would of annoyed me as well but at least she cared.” His mother had died very young and his father
had never really cared so he had missed that parent figure in his life. “I’m glad she was wrong as well.” He nodded because he believed everyone needed
a dragon in their life and he didn’t understand anyone that refused the search
tokens that were given out. “Takoda huh?
I never knew your name before you impressed.”
T'od's laugh was rueful. "Much as I loved my mother, she did love to rub it in if I fecked up, especially if she'd advised me not to do something. I can still hear her voice sometimes 'Takoda, I warned you that would happen... Didn't I say it?' and other such things like that. Really pisses a young man off, y'know? Especially one who's old enough to marry or be a Senior Apprentice by that time. Clearly she thought because she had *told* me it would go wrong, that would be enough to stop me doing it. I don't really think it ever occurred to her that I would want to find out for myself." His gaze was distant as he spoke, but then he focused on Ok'lin's face. "The one time she didn't get to say she told me so was after I was Searched, and came here to Impress Awsonth. She thought it was all a waste of time and I'd never Impress. I'm glad she was wrong."
Ok’lin looked at him curiously, “what hard way?” Admittedly when he was younger and he had
never gotten to really know the other riders, even the Weyrlings in his own hatching
group, but as he got older he realised people were actually….interesting. Each story was unique and he was enjoying
puzzling it out. Why not start with a
T'od chuckled in agreement. "Same here, the more someone tells me no... Well you're right. From what I understand that's pretty much all you can do as a parent - give advice and be there. And try not to tell them 'I told you so' if they don't take your advice and feck up." Slightly quieter, he concluded, "I learned that one from my mother. The hard way." He returned the salute, taking a deep gulp of his klah. "Well we try, but there are some things they have to learn for themselves."
Ok’lin shrugged his shoulders, “just have to hope it doesn’t
come to that. I can’t tell him what to
do now. He grew up as Weyrbrat so it’s
not like I can go oh I want you to not do that.” He frowned a little. “The more my father,” he said the name with
some distaste, “told me to do something the more I dug my heels in. Besides even if he stands it doesn’t mean he’ll
impress. Either way all I can do is give
him advice and be there for him.” Picking
up his klah he gave T’od a salute, “besides that means he’ll have good guidance
in people like you yeah?”
T'od concurred. "I guess you can't. It's not like he's not aware of the risks. But... I don't know... I think if I had a child I would prefer them to be in a less dangerous occupation. And of course there's the possibility of ending up dragonless, and only half-alive..." A far-from-cheery thought but one that had to be faced. There were a few dragonless folk around the Weyr and T'od couldn't even begin to comprehend his life without Awsonth in it.