taren
you're a real firecracker, aren't you sparky?
Hell if he knew. He was man. He was a man who was currently preoccupied with something else entirely. No one got in the way of him and his milkies. And while he suckled, he hated every minute of it. This is so demeaning. This is so demoralizing. This is so goddamned good.
And when Taren had a full belly again, he pulled away from Mother and looked down at the beach, and looked up at her with shock yellow eyes and a quizzical brow that was just sassy enough to be considered disrespectful to his elders. Taren didn't care what it was. He was a man, dammit!
"Did Ashley tell you nothing? This isn't Beqanna. At least, not the old one. If you say we are not where we were, and yet there is still...ugh...Sand..." He shudders, thinking once again of his little boy parts. He doesn't want sand in his junk. Can I get an Amen? "...then this is Nerine. Ashley's never been here, but he's spent time with the Queen a few times. Apparently he thinks she's a real piece of work..." And so Taren continues to mouth off about what he thinks he knows about Nerine and its resident queen, Nayl, based on very little experience and very little knowledge. What knowledge he does have is stolen--at best--and like a little boy, he mouths off to show off his skills.
Like a little boy should not do.
I'm A MAN, DAMMIT!