Boys are from Mars
07-18-2016, 08:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-18-2016, 08:39 PM by Taufr.)
His mother's pointed look didn't go unnoticed and, trying to be discreet, Taufr's gaze flicked to the place she was looking. When one glance down wasn't enough he peeked a second time and finally realized what she was looking at. The insides of his ears flamed red and the moment she turned away from him Taufr quickly flicked the bit of debris off with his nose. He hoped that was the last of it. Just to be safe he quickly twisted around to look at his back to be sure nothing clung to him there. Once he was sure nothing else was stuck to him (well, not on his back, anyway) the boy jogged after his mother until he was walking almost abreast with her. He nodded along in understanding as she spoke, but was going to remain quiet until he felt it was his turn to speak. Taufr didn't really like thinking about the idea of carrying on should his mother die, but he understood that it was necessary. Death, he knew, was a part of life and no one was immune to it. Not even his mother, who struck him as pretty infallible. Katja turned and rested a solemn gaze on the boy. He nodded again as she finished speaking and said in a firm voice, "I understand, and I will always be there for them." Her final statement almost felt like a question and it gave him pause. He really wanted to fight, but was defending the path he was supposed to take? Did there need to be a difference between work and sport? Taufr frowned thoughtfully. "What if I don't know exactly what I want to do yet? And do I have to pick just one? I want to fight..but trading sounds interesting." It sounded a lot like sparring for the mind, honestly. Slowly he puzzled through the things she'd listed. "I don't think I'm meant to be a priest; I don't got what Alfrun's got...I don't think I want to hunt all the time either..." His frown deepened. "Healing sounds interesting too, but I don't feel pulled to it, you know?" |