11.Sep.14, 03:42 PM
With a nod he lifted his drink to his lips. Made sense. Once he was done Firah replaced the cup on the table, tapping a finger gently against the side of the handle. "I've worked with the people on the border of the lands held by Holds before. Sturdy people to be sure, but mostly they focus on crops and live stock." Crossing his legs at the feet he shifted in his chair slightly. It was hard to feel bad for the Weyrlingmasters who will eventually have to deal with the illiterate masses that they would be taking in, but if he put himself in their shoes for a moment... well, he wouldn't want to be. Teaching such simple things such as lettering and maths to near adults would be painstaking. "Perhaps they could draft some of the Crafters who have decided to stay with the Weyr." That hadn't been intended to be said out loud. At least it had been a benign thought rather than something he'd regret later.
"Well hopefully those 'with promise' actually produce some riders." He was trying to be nice. Trying, of course, was the key word. If somebody offered to fly you to a different continent it was probably prudent to not sass them or otherwise mess up your chances. Chewing gently on the inside of his lip as he thought about the question Firah decided he needed to grow a set and actually make a choice.
"Yes..." He paused for a second before adding, "Thank you." There he'd done it. He would be going back to the North, for good or worse, and it was final. "Do you have a particular day that would work best for you? I would need at least twenty four hours to finish the projects I am involved in and inform the appropriate people I will be leaving." He didn't have much to take with him which was nice. It cut down having to worry what he could pack and what he needed to leave behind. Perhaps the only thing that fell under that category was his canine. Perhaps B'jin would allow him to take her along for the ride.
"Well hopefully those 'with promise' actually produce some riders." He was trying to be nice. Trying, of course, was the key word. If somebody offered to fly you to a different continent it was probably prudent to not sass them or otherwise mess up your chances. Chewing gently on the inside of his lip as he thought about the question Firah decided he needed to grow a set and actually make a choice.
"Yes..." He paused for a second before adding, "Thank you." There he'd done it. He would be going back to the North, for good or worse, and it was final. "Do you have a particular day that would work best for you? I would need at least twenty four hours to finish the projects I am involved in and inform the appropriate people I will be leaving." He didn't have much to take with him which was nice. It cut down having to worry what he could pack and what he needed to leave behind. Perhaps the only thing that fell under that category was his canine. Perhaps B'jin would allow him to take her along for the ride.