31.Dec.13, 08:26 PM
Startled by the woman's voice he visibly twitched before glancing up to the source of the voice. His eyes, more intense than they should be, sized her up before glancing away. "Uh, sure. I guess." Removing the puzzle from his forehead he placed it in the girl's outstretched hand. "You should probably sit though. Ya' look as tired as I feel." Firah scooted a little to the side in case she really did want to sit down, there was plenty of tree to go around after all. While he normally would have told a man to go take a hike he was generally more accepting about women disturbing his peace, so long as they didn't chatter endlessly about trivial things. It was hard to say whether or not he enjoyed the company of men or women better especially now a days, it was probably safe to say he was happy to socialize with anyone who wasn't a Rider.
"I can't solve the damn thing, so you're more than welcome to try." He pulled his legs in so that one was tucked under the other, of which the other was still bent so that the bottom of his foot was against the ground. Firah rested one of his arms on his raised knee as he switched his gaze back onto the woman who now had his puzzle. He'd be lying if he said she wasn't pretty. In fact she rather reminded him of his now probably ex wife. Well, in the way that her features were near about the exact opposite of Sarinmay, who had mousey brown hair and blue eyes. Rubbing at his face with a hand, Firah sighed. Even if he did manage to escape from the Riders when they moved North he didn't have a guarantee that his life and family would be the same as it was. He'd come to accept that possibility a while ago. He had already provided his father a male grandchild before he had been kidnapped, so his family still had an heir without having to jump to the second son. So ultimately while he would have been missed, his family would have moved forward and carried on without him.
Subconsciously tracing the end of his scar, he watched as the woman attempted the puzzle. He wondered what she'd been doing to look as tired as she was. Surely she had nothing to do with the animals... perhaps she had been doing something womanly all night? Like, weaving or something. Why he was even thinking about it was beyond him, though he thought it had something to do with having given his puzzle away. Now his brain was free to wonder in all its tired glory. Her eyes were pretty... he shook his head slightly. Trying to focus on watching her handle the puzzle was difficult, but he tried his best. He wanted to see, if she did solve it, how she had solved it.
"I can't solve the damn thing, so you're more than welcome to try." He pulled his legs in so that one was tucked under the other, of which the other was still bent so that the bottom of his foot was against the ground. Firah rested one of his arms on his raised knee as he switched his gaze back onto the woman who now had his puzzle. He'd be lying if he said she wasn't pretty. In fact she rather reminded him of his now probably ex wife. Well, in the way that her features were near about the exact opposite of Sarinmay, who had mousey brown hair and blue eyes. Rubbing at his face with a hand, Firah sighed. Even if he did manage to escape from the Riders when they moved North he didn't have a guarantee that his life and family would be the same as it was. He'd come to accept that possibility a while ago. He had already provided his father a male grandchild before he had been kidnapped, so his family still had an heir without having to jump to the second son. So ultimately while he would have been missed, his family would have moved forward and carried on without him.
Subconsciously tracing the end of his scar, he watched as the woman attempted the puzzle. He wondered what she'd been doing to look as tired as she was. Surely she had nothing to do with the animals... perhaps she had been doing something womanly all night? Like, weaving or something. Why he was even thinking about it was beyond him, though he thought it had something to do with having given his puzzle away. Now his brain was free to wonder in all its tired glory. Her eyes were pretty... he shook his head slightly. Trying to focus on watching her handle the puzzle was difficult, but he tried his best. He wanted to see, if she did solve it, how she had solved it.