Koda was still trying to get used to the fact that he was a bonded man now. Ukie, as he affectionately called his pearling, was growing by leaps and bounds, so much so that he estimated he was going to end up being the largest member of his clutch. He placed his hands on the warm gold-toned scales and grinned as he considered the implications of that. Served him right for being all up in arms over everything in his life, to then end up with something so large as this magnificent dragon of the sea. He didn't think he deserved the creature to be honest, after everything he'd pulled in the most recent of Turns, but then again, maybe this was fate's way of saying he now had no way of running from his responsibilities. Gone were the days of being handed something important and taking off when it all became too much. With Ukie, there was no hightailing it to some other location partway across the globe. He had his home, his place of belonging, no matter how unbearable life would ever become.
Exactly. We are where we must be, though you could have handled sending word North better. You could be handling their response much better. He supposed he could have, in both instances. Once he'd told his parents of what had happened, their response had been less than pleasing, and his response to them had been less than pleasing in return. At some point he would have to bridge the gap between them and figure out some way to rebuild a bridge, but at this point in time things were tender and sort of "disowned" so he had no plans to stir the pot or even think about Crom. The only issue at hand was his sister Wenon. Eventually he'd find a way to pull her South, but when and if that would happen, he didn't know, and considering the fact he was sort of sea-locked for any foreseeable future meant no chances to go get her himself.
What he did know was he had to deal with things in the now, as much as he was able to, so as right as Ukie was, Koda had to find ways to anchor himself in the present. That meant focusing on things like training, learning about pearls, and when he was able to, sharpening his skills as a tattoo artist. The last wasn't as much of a priority as the rest, but he still intended to make use of the craft considering there had still been some request from other Flotilla folk since he had Impressed, and once he was released from pearlinghood, he intended to make good on the promises he'd made to take commissions again. He even wanted to work on his own personal "canvas" once more, which really confused Ukie on some level. Where do you have room left to put more colors on you?
"Plenty of room left, brother." He gave him a pat and pushed away, striking a hand over his legs and against his stomach, where he knew there was still space despite there being plenty of markings in the area surrounding the flesh. "But let's not concern ourselves with that. We have some time for a little bit of work, don't we? No lessons, and plenty of spare time. No need for either of us to be lazy." He heard a little whine could out of the black-gold, and lifted one of his brows in a sharp manner, only to hear the creature give a rumble in response and rolled his eyes. "Little shit. Let's get going." He was about to suggest they work on some diving and fishing when he spotted one of their hatchmates, and lifted his chin. "Want company while we tend to matters? We can discuss what we do rather than make it singular."
Ukie rumbled again, this time in pleasure over the suggestion, and reached out to the man and pearl on a different section of the beach. Aurinvis, Zilel'vis, a hearty greetings to you. My rider and I were just about to attend to some practices, and we wanted to invite you to join us. We can discuss what would be the best course of action to take if you'd be interested and go from there.
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