14.Apr.14, 10:10 AM
The glass was accepted with a nod of thanks and K’tir sipped at it gingerly given the warning. Once they had stopped stealing people and goods from the North several turns ago, the citizens of Katila did their best to make what they had last but the wine was always free flowing and hard to keep hidden. K’tir wasn’t a fan of what was made in Katila anymore than the next man but he drank it when the mood struck and didn’t grimace nearly as much as he once had. That alone was enough of a reason to return North when S’kef deemed it time.
“It’s tempting,” he said instead, keeping his answer vague for a moment. There was a lot to consider but returning to the land that he had known in his youth before being corrupted and betrayed by Z’rak was hard to ignore the more he weighed the pros and cons. “I guess it’ll come down to the Weyrleader’s decision. One of the easiest ways to split us up would be by wing assignment so I guess it’s just a wait and see situation.” He supposed he’d be fine with any order he was given when it came down to it. Then again, he also had two kids and their mothers to consider. Not that travel time between the Weyrs would be that long and would still make it easy for visits.
“What about you?” He asked after another long sip of wine. Would the older man find it far more peaceful to stay at Katila or did he long for home and the sights of the North once more? There were so many differing opinions amongst their small population for reasons why they wanted to stay or go that it was rather surprising.
“It’s tempting,” he said instead, keeping his answer vague for a moment. There was a lot to consider but returning to the land that he had known in his youth before being corrupted and betrayed by Z’rak was hard to ignore the more he weighed the pros and cons. “I guess it’ll come down to the Weyrleader’s decision. One of the easiest ways to split us up would be by wing assignment so I guess it’s just a wait and see situation.” He supposed he’d be fine with any order he was given when it came down to it. Then again, he also had two kids and their mothers to consider. Not that travel time between the Weyrs would be that long and would still make it easy for visits.
“What about you?” He asked after another long sip of wine. Would the older man find it far more peaceful to stay at Katila or did he long for home and the sights of the North once more? There were so many differing opinions amongst their small population for reasons why they wanted to stay or go that it was rather surprising.