A small hum escaped her throat as Melosa all but mostly confirmed that riders and handlers went the way of full creche raising. The redhead wasn't surprised, but she'd be lying if she hadn't been hoping to hear otherwise. That there were enough exceptions that it would be acceptable on her part to not go the standardized path.
Well, there was no reason to be so downtrodden about it, Daedra reminded herself internally. It wasn't like she had any children nor were they something in her future yet. It wouldn't really do to allow herself to get that dreary on it....yet.
“It would be nice to have a nice full weyr to return to after duties,” Daedra admitted, her lips turning back up to a smile at the thought of it.
“It's always been a nice feeling when Drask stays behind and I get to greet him when I return. I think his favorite thing is a nice quiet weyr, but I bet he'd grow to like it, too! Despite how he acts, he isn't strictly a loner wher.”While Daedra's mood had steadily been returning to her more commonly perky one, the petite woman's eyes went wide upon hearing Melosa's comments. Unable to help herself, her cheeks immediately flared to a bright pink, almost matching her hair as she turned her eyes down sheepishly. Even as the turns went on, it always caught her a bit off guard to hear such things said about herself.
“O-oh---th-thank you!” the smaller woman managed, the mildest twitter in her voice.
“Th-That's so very nice to say... Though, I suppose my real concern is...well...” Daedra pursed her lips slightly as she searched for the right words.
“I suppose I'd feel guilty—if things have to go in a tradition sense, you could say. I would like children of my own, but... I'd hate for them to feel resentment or that I abandoned them, if they had to be in the creche most of the time. Even if that's the norm, well... it almost feels wrong if I intentionally chose to bring them into that...”The small handler awkwardly pulled and shifted her fingers together as she spoke. An obvious sigh of her ever turbulent worries and ponderings on the manner. Quickly enough, Daedra realized what she was doing, and how this was going, and turned her face up again.
“Oh!-- I'm sorry-,” the redhead apologized when she looked up to Melosa.
“Please don't mind much of that,” she assured with a wave of her hand.
“I didn't mean to blurt out such things and ruin the atmosphere. Not when you came out to enjoy the day with your little one!”Regardless, Daedra turned up a warm smiling face to Melosa, an honest one. Not a forced expression. She had no intention to drag down the creche worker's enjoyable time, especially as she was providing wonderful council to Daedra.
“But truly? You stood to be a dragonrider for a time?” Daedra's eyes were wide at the idea. Perhaps it seemed a common thing for some, but the idea was still impressive to her. To someone who lived outside of the Weyr's norms and customs for a majority of her life.
“I'm glad that you're happy how things worked out for yourself, though! That's the important part! I bet your children would say the same, too, since you can devote so much time to them because of it. If I'm honest, I'm glad I never had the option to be a candidate or the like,” Daedra happily admitted.
“Dragons are wonderful, too, as I have met a collection of them. However, my life had to be specifically as it was for me to have met Drask, and I wouldn't change that for anything~” Daedra said, her smile ever bright and happy again.