03.Jan.14, 03:04 AM
"Oh really?" An incredulous chuckle accompanied his question. "Well I'll try to keep that in mind the next time we chat." Firah had a hard time believing her, at the very least about not having friends. Despite being tired she seemed the type to have one or two at the minimum. Then again he wasn't the greatest when it came to having actual friends so by no means was he an expert in the matter. Making friendly acquaintances was one thing, making friends with the people down here in the South was completely different.
"If you don't have anyone to talk to, I can at least help keep you a wake for a while. Oor offer a shoulder to rest on." With a smile he nudged Nevani gently with an arm playfully. Trying to twist her embarrassment over falling asleep into something she could laugh about. "I mean, I've got nice shoulders. Who wouldn't want to just..." He made a face and flapped a hand as he tried to think of something to say. "... Lay against them?" Even he realized how awkward that sounded, so he did what he always did, just shook his head and laughed.
"So. You said you were a Weyrbrat, yeah?" Firah readjusted his legs so that they were stretched out in front of him once again. "Are you a Gold Candidate? Or have the Stolen women taken up too many spots?" He reclined back against the tree with his hands resting comfortably on his stomach. While he wasn't entirely interested in talking about dragons, or rather anything having to do with dragons, he wasn't about to go back on his word. If it would help keep her awake he was willing to suffer through a chat about the beasts. Plus, he didn't mind Gold candidates as much as he minded being around the men who thought Dragons were the best things to happen since bread and wanted to become a rider just soo badly. And the Stolen men who were like that didn't have any sort of shame in his opinion.
"If you don't have anyone to talk to, I can at least help keep you a wake for a while. Oor offer a shoulder to rest on." With a smile he nudged Nevani gently with an arm playfully. Trying to twist her embarrassment over falling asleep into something she could laugh about. "I mean, I've got nice shoulders. Who wouldn't want to just..." He made a face and flapped a hand as he tried to think of something to say. "... Lay against them?" Even he realized how awkward that sounded, so he did what he always did, just shook his head and laughed.
"So. You said you were a Weyrbrat, yeah?" Firah readjusted his legs so that they were stretched out in front of him once again. "Are you a Gold Candidate? Or have the Stolen women taken up too many spots?" He reclined back against the tree with his hands resting comfortably on his stomach. While he wasn't entirely interested in talking about dragons, or rather anything having to do with dragons, he wasn't about to go back on his word. If it would help keep her awake he was willing to suffer through a chat about the beasts. Plus, he didn't mind Gold candidates as much as he minded being around the men who thought Dragons were the best things to happen since bread and wanted to become a rider just soo badly. And the Stolen men who were like that didn't have any sort of shame in his opinion.