By the telling twitches upon his face, Solai was certain the the cogs in his brain ticked in deliberation over the she
in question. For the meantime, however, Solai would speak not another word about the person. After all, in this moment, K'rios and Solai were about the enjoyment found in one another's company. Therefore, there was no need to dwell on third parties.
As he sat up, Solai appreciated the view. The furs might have pooled in his lap just right, but there was plenty of the man to admire.
"I do have a craft, in fact. I'm a smith, metal, Journeyman by trade. I still go to the forge from time to time, though with my time being drawn between work, Iktomith, and a personal matter or two, it isn't often that I get to escape there anymore."
The way he slipped his hands over the furs caused her to glance at the curious digits, wondering just how calloused they might be from his craft. Would he be able to play a guitar despite his time as a smith? Was Solai willing to find out for all she
And then his face took on a more endearing look, one that the greenrider could only describe as loving. "I do have a daughter, and another child on the way. No mate, but my little girl, this new one... they're the lights of my life, and I'm certain Norissa was happier about becoming a big sister than I was about becoming a Papa again."
Where he had two, Solai had none, not that she had cared to try just yet. After her time with K'rios, she would take a trip between
as usual, just to be safe. It was not to say she did not want to have children, but she was simply not ready just yet.
With the way he rubbed his neck - that slight show of embarrassment mixed with loving pride for one's child - Solai could not help but quietly admit she liked him for it. Even a man like K'rios could succumb to moments of humility. "I could go on and on about my daughter, about my excitement about this new child coming along, but I'll keep that tampered down, I promise."
"Don't worry," she replied with a coy smile. Her fingers slid up the neck of the guitar as she played a second gentle song
to match his retelling of proud fatherhood. It was meant to accompany to the pewterrider's words, rather than distract him from them. "If I minded, I wouldn't have asked."
"As for where I come from, I'm actually Atrician by blood. Born in old Atricis, Impressed at old Atricis, transferred South with the lot to help with new Atricis. Parents were riders, died in Fall, found out later that my father was actually Weyrsecond L'van, but I don't wave that around to my advantage. I've made my own way, and thankfully, we've build a respectful relationship up."
"Hmmm..." Solai's smile broadened at the thought. "Seems we're more similar that I thought. Born in Atricis, Impressed in Atricis, Weyrleader fathers, dragonrider parents..." She regarded the man with an inviting smile before turning back to the guitar she played for him. Along the strings her fingers danced, plucking several sweet and calming notes before ascending into the strum of a lovely chord.
And then it dawned on her... Did he Impress in the same clutch as Ao'mek?
She turned a curious eye back to the man as she raked her thoughts for the memories that hibernated in her mind for over thirteen turns. She would have possessed a mere six turns at the time of his Impression, thus through the fog of age did she recall the faces and bonds. Safryn to Soquilith, Ao'mek to Tlamehath, N'kili to Omiimiith... and yes... a younger man, yet a man nonetheless, K'rios to Iktomith. Yes, I remember you now...
Once she recalled the Impression, she recalled the man, young and fleeting about the weyr bowl. It actually stunned the greenrider that some of her early childhood memories involved this man, even if the vague recollections were merely of him and his dragon in passing. Yet four turns after his own Impression, Solai found herself bonded to Tyreth. She was very much a child then, just shy of her tenth nameday; now, Solai was fully woman, a wingmate, and, for but a few hours, a torrid lover driven by the overwhelming lust of her own dragon. All the while, she plucked the strings of her guitar with the thought of playing the part of his
instructor. She merely played with it, mind you, but it was one of those rare moments when Solai was reminded of the fact that age truly was a number and nothing more.
"I have a pet, a basilisk named Kipper, I like to keep myself active and fit through activities in the training yard and other sports, I have a slew of siblings through L'van, I honestly hope to spend the rest of my life within Atrician bounds. It's always been my home, and I'd like to think that it always will be."
"I know what you mean," she answered sincerely, for her life would always belong to Atricis. She also had strong familial ties to the Weyr. With her own litter of siblings, Solai grew up in a large family. It would not have surprised the greenrider if she had several siblings hidden back in Benden. She might also have had others not through Ma'lek, but through her own biological father. But Solai did not enjoy thinking about that man. He had made his bed, and she would make sure he slept in it for eternity, knowing full well that Solai would hate him forever. But such unpleasant memories failed to sour her mood with K'rios. Instead, she enjoyed the man who mattered in the here and the now, rather than linger in thought on the one who did not.
"My hobbies aren't all that exciting, truthfully. I used to be into partying, but I've realized as I've started to get older and become more Papa and less "young man", that isn't important to me anymore. Sure I enjoy a good roll, that's never going to change, but I like the idea of someday finding someone to settle down with..."
Was that not everyone's dream? True love? Even Solai dared for such a dream for all it frightened her. She swore after Ivryn that never again would she let another person harm her, and yet... still she dared to dream. For now, however, she did enjoy that good roll, even if it felt a bit lonely from time to time. She was fortunate to have men like Ao'mek and A'ric... but they were just friends, and in the end they all knew they would never be anything more than that. Ao'mek never hid that fact from her, and while they were close friends, Solai knew they would never be anything but. A'ric was much the same. After his recent break up with Kitiara, Solai knew his heart would likely never take to her with intentions of love. He was certainly fun, driven by the want to play the field, but she knew it was a misplaced desire, a want to escape from that which he truly longed for, and would never find with her. And in all honesty, Solai did not know if she was capable or willing to love him in turn. If she was, she would not be speaking to K'rios as she did now, playing the pewterrider a little song.
"You walk into my apartment, and it is littered with Norissa's toys and riding gear, books and other things. It's a... settled in spot. So hobbies are tending to lean towards more at home things more often than not. Reading, cooking, being with family, getting to the forge when I can."
"Hence why you want to learn the guitar," Solai smiled back at him in a tease. Yet there was something genuine there akin to an offer. Looking to him, she could not help but reveal the dimples in her cheeks and turn back to her instrument to let the song slip into repeat. "I'll teach you, if that's what you really want, but it'll take some practice, K'rios. Given some time, maybe I can teach you a lullaby to play for your new little one when they're born." Autumn eyes lit at the prospect of such a thought, the father playing a song for the child. It reminded her very much of her own childhood, when Papa Ma'lek use to strum on his guitar for her. Recollections of the melodious love filled her with warmth and nostalgia. The promise of another generation raised with music was an endearing thought to the greenrider, especially when an image of the pewterrider doing such a thing played in her mind.
She brought the song to an end and let the instruments rest in her lap. "May I?" Solai extending her hands to him in askance that he lend her his own. She wanted to inspect them for instruction, to best understand his struggles and his strengths... if that was what he truly desired.