16.Jul.14, 08:18 PM
@Honey Love
A thoughtful 'hmm' escaped from his half full mouth. Could he live with not knowing? Probably. But it would probably come back to plague him in one form or another. If not for Sarin then for his family. As he thought about it it bothered him more than he had realized to have his family presume him dead when he now had the chance to rectify their misconception. Putting the fact he was the first child of their family, Firah had been incredibly close with his father. The Beastcrafter took a few more bites before leveling his gaze on B'jin. "You'd be willing, huh? Aren't you busy with the preparations for the upcoming clutch?" While he knew L'tai was around to deal with the soon-to-be's he assumed that B'jin was still the top dog when it came to dealing with the fresh blood.
"Seen some of those new recruits coming in. They look... promising..." That wasn't exactly how he felt about the wave of Candidates trickling in from the North, but it was the best he could come up with on the spot. At least they had all had a choice, to his knowledge, though he doubted they really knew what they were getting into. After having talked with a few it had been quite obvious they'd been taken from the middle of podunk nowhere. Farming boys most likely. It was hard for him to associate Dragonriders with promising futures, the lads on the other hand probably would have never had the chance at a Ranking position otherwise.
Maybe he would take up the Greenrider's offer. Even if things fair badly with his family he could always attempt to get a legitimate job at some Hold. Perhaps even Nabol would take him back despite having up and left them so suddenly. Firah rubbed the side of his face, fingers absentmindedly running over the tail end of his scar as he thought. And presumably, in the worst case scenario, the Weyr would take him back... truth be told he would rather return to Katila or go to Telgar than be Holdless or out of work.
A thoughtful 'hmm' escaped from his half full mouth. Could he live with not knowing? Probably. But it would probably come back to plague him in one form or another. If not for Sarin then for his family. As he thought about it it bothered him more than he had realized to have his family presume him dead when he now had the chance to rectify their misconception. Putting the fact he was the first child of their family, Firah had been incredibly close with his father. The Beastcrafter took a few more bites before leveling his gaze on B'jin. "You'd be willing, huh? Aren't you busy with the preparations for the upcoming clutch?" While he knew L'tai was around to deal with the soon-to-be's he assumed that B'jin was still the top dog when it came to dealing with the fresh blood.
"Seen some of those new recruits coming in. They look... promising..." That wasn't exactly how he felt about the wave of Candidates trickling in from the North, but it was the best he could come up with on the spot. At least they had all had a choice, to his knowledge, though he doubted they really knew what they were getting into. After having talked with a few it had been quite obvious they'd been taken from the middle of podunk nowhere. Farming boys most likely. It was hard for him to associate Dragonriders with promising futures, the lads on the other hand probably would have never had the chance at a Ranking position otherwise.
Maybe he would take up the Greenrider's offer. Even if things fair badly with his family he could always attempt to get a legitimate job at some Hold. Perhaps even Nabol would take him back despite having up and left them so suddenly. Firah rubbed the side of his face, fingers absentmindedly running over the tail end of his scar as he thought. And presumably, in the worst case scenario, the Weyr would take him back... truth be told he would rather return to Katila or go to Telgar than be Holdless or out of work.