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09.Jan.14, 11:44 PM
S'bels ambled along after Sennia, hands stuffed into his pockets. Although he tagged along, he didn't look like he would actually be doing that much to help. Maybe he would think about it... later. If he wanted this to go faster he supposed he could be productive and helpful and all that, but for right now he just didn't feel it. Whereas Sennia might have felt at home doing a familiar old chore, S'bel did not exactly want to reminisce. He tried not to as a rule, having many things he wished not to think about. And his old life was one of those.
He had never mentioned it to the girl, but he had come from a similar life. A farm kid, going nowhere fast. Just herdbeasts and fields and the most boring people and life S'bel could think of. He couldn't fathom ever going back. Even if he hadn't impressed, he would have found some way to stay at the Weyr. So to him, foraging trips didn't meant the good sort of nostalgia, though he supposed it made him even more grateful for his bond to Ipsyth.
Ouch. All alone on her birthday. She still hadn't adjusted well, had she? He probably could have proposed his own company for the occasion but that just seemed... depressing somehow if she didn't have anyone else. Surely she could come up with someone better than him for company on a day like that. If not, maybe she was worse off than he thought. Of course she had no idea how little she had to lean upon if S'bel was the backbone of her support system. He supposed he should pity her for that, but really didn't care enough to do so.
As she knelt to go about her gathering, S'bel just slouched against a nearby tree, hands still in pockets and looking thoroughly unhelpful. "Me?" he mused for several moments about his own birthday celebrations over the turns. "Well, wine is a must. And other people. And those two together make for all sorts of interesting occasions. Can't say I could tell you all of what happened during some of them, thanks to the wine, but most of the recent ones seem generally pleasant." And if he could help it, he never woke up alone after his birthday. He smiled to himself at that. "Really haven't done anything big for turns, though. Too old for that. After a while, birthdays just turn mildly interesting rather than truly exciting." And surprising, somewhat. In his cynical mind, S'bel's birthdays were less about prestige or happiness or joy and more along the lines of, 'Oh hey. Look. I actually managed to live through another miserable turn.' Though he supposed that still counted for something.
He had never mentioned it to the girl, but he had come from a similar life. A farm kid, going nowhere fast. Just herdbeasts and fields and the most boring people and life S'bel could think of. He couldn't fathom ever going back. Even if he hadn't impressed, he would have found some way to stay at the Weyr. So to him, foraging trips didn't meant the good sort of nostalgia, though he supposed it made him even more grateful for his bond to Ipsyth.
Ouch. All alone on her birthday. She still hadn't adjusted well, had she? He probably could have proposed his own company for the occasion but that just seemed... depressing somehow if she didn't have anyone else. Surely she could come up with someone better than him for company on a day like that. If not, maybe she was worse off than he thought. Of course she had no idea how little she had to lean upon if S'bel was the backbone of her support system. He supposed he should pity her for that, but really didn't care enough to do so.
As she knelt to go about her gathering, S'bel just slouched against a nearby tree, hands still in pockets and looking thoroughly unhelpful. "Me?" he mused for several moments about his own birthday celebrations over the turns. "Well, wine is a must. And other people. And those two together make for all sorts of interesting occasions. Can't say I could tell you all of what happened during some of them, thanks to the wine, but most of the recent ones seem generally pleasant." And if he could help it, he never woke up alone after his birthday. He smiled to himself at that. "Really haven't done anything big for turns, though. Too old for that. After a while, birthdays just turn mildly interesting rather than truly exciting." And surprising, somewhat. In his cynical mind, S'bel's birthdays were less about prestige or happiness or joy and more along the lines of, 'Oh hey. Look. I actually managed to live through another miserable turn.' Though he supposed that still counted for something.
