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30.Jun.14, 03:51 AM
The stew soaked bread had just entered his mouth when someone sat down opposite him. Not that he minded, it was the dining hall, public domain and the like. Firah didn't pay the person much mind until they said something which caused him to look up from his bowl. Were they talking to him? Who would want to... Eyes flicked upward and settled on the man's face. Oh. He blinked. "Weyrlingmaster." He nodded sightly. It was B'jin. Honestly not one of his favorite people in the world, then again he didn't outright hate the man like some of the others. A mild dislike would probably be the best way to describe his feelings toward the man. The Greenrider had been one of of the first people he'd come in contact with when brought to Katila as he'd been assigned to B'jin's class roster at some point in time. Though he'd purposefully let some of the memories from his first turn or two fade away until they were more like vague recollections. Back then he'd hated all Riders and tended to stick closely together with the other Crafters who harbored the same feelings. Which, of course, ended up with Firah not having any friends or even friendly acquaintances among the Riders until recently.
"Yes and no." He shrugged slightly, using his spoon to idly draw patterns in the stew. "Physically I'm fine. This whole going North business has caught me off guard. I've a job to do here with the live stock, but I've got family back at Nabol." He glanced to the side knowing that B'jin probably remembered that he wasn't native to these parts. "We delivered the calves and the foals this last spring and they need to be watched, even with the reduction of mouths to feed maintaining the herd is important. We almost always didn't have enough cattle anyway..." Why was he even talking to the Greenrider? He sighed. Maybe it was because he was just starting not to care anymore. Maybe B'jin could help him decide on what to do, or at least, give him something to think about Either way it was looking as if he'd have some kind of dinner companion.
Dropping the utensil he'd been playing with into the bowl Firah ripped off another piece of the bread as he returned his gaze onto the table in front of him. "Honestly just want to see my son again." The Beastcrafter sighed as he propped his cheek against his free hand. "Go back to how it was before... this." He made a general motion in regards to their surroundings with the bread before it went into his mouth. "But I know it won't be like that." He mumbled around the bread. It wasn't like he and Sarin had been in madly in love, they'd had their marriage arranged and married early... but he wanted to believe. Even if the likelihood was against him. Crossing his legs under the table Firah let his attention wonder onto the Greenrider's Firelizard. While he himself had never actively looked to Impress to one they were still something of an interest to him.
"Yes and no." He shrugged slightly, using his spoon to idly draw patterns in the stew. "Physically I'm fine. This whole going North business has caught me off guard. I've a job to do here with the live stock, but I've got family back at Nabol." He glanced to the side knowing that B'jin probably remembered that he wasn't native to these parts. "We delivered the calves and the foals this last spring and they need to be watched, even with the reduction of mouths to feed maintaining the herd is important. We almost always didn't have enough cattle anyway..." Why was he even talking to the Greenrider? He sighed. Maybe it was because he was just starting not to care anymore. Maybe B'jin could help him decide on what to do, or at least, give him something to think about Either way it was looking as if he'd have some kind of dinner companion.
Dropping the utensil he'd been playing with into the bowl Firah ripped off another piece of the bread as he returned his gaze onto the table in front of him. "Honestly just want to see my son again." The Beastcrafter sighed as he propped his cheek against his free hand. "Go back to how it was before... this." He made a general motion in regards to their surroundings with the bread before it went into his mouth. "But I know it won't be like that." He mumbled around the bread. It wasn't like he and Sarin had been in madly in love, they'd had their marriage arranged and married early... but he wanted to believe. Even if the likelihood was against him. Crossing his legs under the table Firah let his attention wonder onto the Greenrider's Firelizard. While he himself had never actively looked to Impress to one they were still something of an interest to him.
