Trekking further along the beach she took her time to pick her way into the cove, escaping really. Farrah is currently settled in the shadow of the trees, watching the green waters as her knife bites into the flesh of the fish from her reed woven basket. Quite a few of have been deboned and set on a heavy line cloth that's soaked through with their smell and juices. The bones have made a neat pile on another cloth. The scales are set on yet another and it would appear as if everything has its purpose and place. Farrah hums, eating a bit of the raw fish as she cuts and hacks, adding to it some greenery from one of the satchel at her side. She sits cross legged without a care, doing her work in relative quiet and peace - save for the sea.

A brown dragon with galaxy-painted wingsails pops in from between and immediately dives towards the turquoise waters of the Cove, his lean body streaking through the skies until he submerges with a splash. A distant rumbling chuckle is carried from the path leading towards the main beach as F'kan ambles leisurely in. The bulky brownrider is wearing a simple pair of shorts and a sleeveless tunic, the laces loose to reveal a swath of his chest underneath. Sandaled feet take him over the pebbled beach and towards the water's edge, but he stops short of actually going in. From his shoulders, two firelizards rouse as they smell something yummy. The bronze and brown take off and cavort in the direction of the trees and the smell of fish freshly butchered.

The dragon is enough for Farrah to slice the fish and ruin the filet, causing her to curse. "Dragons, the bane of my existence this day," she says below her breath. But her eyes look at those wings, dark hues lingering on the beauty they display. A crook fo a smile forms for the large reptile is far enough away not to make her change locations. She sets her blade back to work but her attention shifts, trying to find the rider for the dragon. She need not wait long. As the two firelizard make themselves known, her eyes widen, "Now now…you must ask nicely," she proclaims to them, a faint pull of her lips follows and her own blue and green are bathing in the sun just outside the shade of the tree. At the approach of the other two they hiss and rise, climbing towards Farrah as if to protect their food stock - but of course their bellies are full. Farrah watches them keenly, reaching out to pull the ruined filet and tear it in half. She tosses each one a piece. "Meelaa, Peridot..calm yer selves," she says, giving a toss of her dark hair wrapped in the colorful scarf.

F'kan is watching intently as Quaverilth floats in the water, just relaxing after a light Fall over the Feline plains. F'kan has already scrubbed the firetone stink off himself, his hair still damp. But when his pair of troublemakers fly off in the direction of the trees, he turns his head in that direction and squints slightly before catching sight of the wildling. "Oh please don't feed them. They have bottomless stomachs, and if I let them beg scraps as they would, they would become too round to fly. Besides, they've already eaten." With a sharp whistle, the pair flitters back towards their rider then out towards the bathing brown, probably to help him scrub. Ambling towards Farrah, he has a genial smile as he looks her over, "That's quite a catch you have. You manage that all yourself?"

Dark eyes shoot up to study the approaching rider as he calls off his firelizard, both having left their respective scraps. She gives him a cursory study as she focuses instead of picking up the scraps and feeding the blue and green that pile into her lap and one up along her back. Her tension eases a measure as she smiles for them. "Yes. I did. Save for one..but it was a replacement when I wing of dragons managed to eat my last catch.." she intones, as if this might his fault as well. Her chin lifts a measure and she places her knife to the slick skin and begins to debone the filet with a practiced ease. She peels each little bone out, little by little until she can grasp the ridge and pull, freeing it completely and putting it on the pile with the rest. She takes some of the white translucent flesh and eats it with some greens. "Farrah," she offers noncommittally.

Running a hand through shaggy blonde hair, F'kan looks over the girl briefly before sinking down and taking a load off, leaning back on one hand while he stretches his legs out in front of him. He watches her work the knife over the fish with a hint of approval, having done his fair share of the same before he impressed at Black Rock Hold. When she eats a portion raw, that does lift a sandy brow in question as he tries not to make a face, "Ummm…you eat it raw?" he asks dubiously. Staring out at the water again, he can see little brown and bronze bodies working industriously at dummping wet sand onto Quaverilth and then scrubbing it in with their forepaws. Finally he swivels his gaze back to the girl, "You have the look of a wildling.." he remarks bluntly.

Farrah's shoulders tense when he sits and her mouth sets tightly as she sets another filet aside and pulls free a fish from the basket. She sets to descaling it with sharp, quick motions as she chews her bite of food, unable to answer him. "You don't?" she asks him, looking back over her shoulder after swallowing. "They are good all ways…cooked or raw…you should try it. As long as its fresh caught it won't carry the strong pungent taste that comes with time," she tells him matter of factly. A long breath is drawn as her firelizards crawl across her, the green climbing into her hair to wind about the scarf. The blue however is trying to sneak another morsel and gets a stern 'No' from the young woman. "I would be, yes. Farrah of the Erdou clan.." she says simply, setting down her knife after wiping scales form it. She takes a cut portion, sets herbs to it and folds it gently. Carefully she turns and extends it towards him, the fresh fish glistening yet. "Here…" she urges him with a nod of her head.

"Can't say I've ever tried it raw no," F'kan admits with an easy shrug, his whole demeanor relaxed completely as he notices her tense. He watches still the flick of her knife and the interesting way the scales catch the light as they fly from the edge of her blade. "Huh, I never knew that. But it's more the texture I'm unsure of to be honest," he relays with a sidelong glance at the girl. When she finally reveals her clan, his smile just grows brighter as he sits up, "Then you know Devana! I'm F'kan, her boyfriend?" he adds with a hesitant inflection. He knows Devana's told some of her family about him, and it hasn't been a wholly positive experience for his lady love. "And that's Quaverilth out there," he points towards the brown who is still getting scrubbed by firelizards. A few others have joined in as if it were a game.

The morsel of flesh and herbs is extended towards him but if he refuses it still she will eat it without hesitation or decorum before him. A nod of her head is given, a dark eye widening as she gives him a long side long look. This moment is Meelaa's opening and he rushes forward, snagging a full filet and tugging it with him away from Farrah. She has yet to notice as she studies F'Kan. "You…it is you?" she asks. "She is my cousin…I am surprised by her …" she clips her words as if what she said can be looked over. She flicks off a few scales from her legs that have been peppered because of how bare they are. "Devana is…" she lets out a breath, shaking her head and picking up her knife again and begins to carefully cut the filets only now noticing the thief. "Meelaa.." she says sternly to the blue firelizard who drops it and skitters back a few steps. But returns to begin chewing it. Peridot lowers form her head and moves to join the feast. "A rider….and his dragon," she muses partially to herself, narrowing her gaze.

Obviously he was so surprised to hear that Farrah was related to Devana, that F'kan completetly missed the seasoned piece of fish. now though he looks down at it, and feeling like he can't lose face in front of the only relative of hers that he's met so he takes it graciously and then pops it into his mouth, chewing hesitantly at first. But really, it's not that bad and the brownrider is quickly chewing quite happily, humming his approval. "Ok, that is pretty good," he'll admit as he clears his mouth and looks over as she's studying him. "Your cousin. And let me guess, she hasn't told you she's been involved with a rider right?" which he is guessing by her halting statements. At her last, he chuckles softly and just nods his head, "Yes…that's what I am. What we are I suppose."

Giving him a nod of approval as he finishes the morsel, Farrah goes back to slicing, able to converse without looking up. The filet is taken off, turned and inspected for bones before stacked. She then begins to pick with her knife to free the edge of the bone ridge and carefully begins to pry it up from the other filet half. "No…though it is not overly surprising..just…" she wets her lips and reaches down to pick up a piece of greenery, she places it into her mouth and begins to chew as she sets aside another set of bones and moves filet over. The process continues, another fish that begins with descaling. Her eyes however lift to the dragon, dark brows furrowing lines into her forehead before she sets blade to scraping once more. "Do you have plans to take her back to the weyr then?"

"Not overly surprising? What does that mean?" F'kan queries even as he leans back to support himself on his elbows now crossing his feet at the ankles. "I thought she had told some of your people, well her brother at least…" he mentions absently as he tilts his head back towards the scene out in the cove, a furrow on his brow as the brownrider gets downright thoughtful, a state that is not all that familiar to him, so it looks like he really has to work at it. So focused on his inner thoughts, he almost misses the girl's last words, but when he catches them it brings another rough laugh, "I do as often as I can. We've been together for…awhile actually." F'kan overshares a little bit, but maybe it's because his attention is not all there right now as the cogs are turning hard, you can almost hear them creak.

"Ahh well, Devana is rather adventurous in ways I am not," Farrah says little in explanation - but explain she does. The chop and boning of the fish continues on as a methodical motion. A quick glance is offered to the rider from across her shoulder when mentions some intimate details. She clears her throat, blade slipping again to nearly nick her finger. Ruining another filet she curses beneath her breath and shoots a started look back at him. "I am sorry…you said for a while..and as much as possible?" Is that a faint coloring to those dark cheeks. Maybe. Her chin lifts and Farrah levels a cool thin gaze at him. She is silent, turning from him quickly to finish the fish before and the finally one in her bag. She is as methodical but perhaps not as clean as the firelizard's pick up on her demeanor and draw closer to her, forgetting their meal.

It's a sad truth that F'kan is not the brightest glow out there and the fact that all this is shocking to Farrah elicits a quizical look from the brownrider. "Well…whenever she can. I mean when she's near enough…So not all the time I guess. Not when you guys are travelling back and for to Southern Barrier of course. So maybe not that much now that I think about it…" That was some fine back-peddling there. In a uncharacteristic moment of forethought, F'kan decided to not mention this relationship has been going on for more than a turn and a half at this point.

Farrah is not like to ask for details - details she has a plenty. The last fish is hurried through and meat is lost. She makes no comment to F'kan and instead is hastily wrapping up her fish bits in their separate piles and clothes and depositing them back in the now empty woven basket. Finally the filets are set within, the knife sheathed and any sign of her gutting and cleaning are bits of flesh from the last two and scales. She rises, her legs bare from the knees down glisten with scales while she pulls and tugs the basket back on her back, fitting the leather straps into place she grabs her spear and sets the butt to the ground. "I have no say in what she does…but it is not right."

Watching as her skill with the blade seems to become hasty, F'kan worries over her reaction to his admission. Rising as she does, his brows hang low over his blue eyes in worry. "Wait, what do you mean not right? Not right that I love her?" he asks, a flash of anger sparking that has seen light for a couple of turns now. "The only thing keeping me from asking her to weyrmate me is the fact that I know her family means more to her than anything," the brownrider spurts out, the first time he'd ever articulated that particular desire to himself, and it throws him off balance for a second as he crosses brawny arms across his chest. "You all would do better if you listened to her more you know that right?" he snaps with a touch of venom, his hackles up in defence of his Wild One.

Dark eyes narrow further for his outburst, the brief shock at his mention of mating leaves her hand clenched at her side. Her two firelizards hiss and snap at her distress that she does not show. Climbing up her leg and to the crook of her arm that holds the spear, the other to her shoulder. Farrah says nothing, standing there before him till finally she says evenly. "It is your reaction that proves me right," she says, shaking her head and taking a step back. She reaches down with her other hand for a small satchel which holds dryer things. Her chin lifts and she gives him a long side glance before she is off, sunkissed barefeet drawing her back towards the safety of the jungle and away from dragon and rider.

"My reaction? Because I think she has the most sense of the lot of ya?" F'kan roars back with a snap of his teeth as he grits his jaw and tries to pull himself back under control just as Quaverilth half walks, half glides over the pebbled surface of the cove, landing just as the girl makes her exit into the jungle, his wizened face swining in his lifemate's direction, « What is it with you and upsetting young women? You've been doing so good sire, why did you lose it now? » his words are accompanied with his signature wisp of mist that curls and extends even as he bumps the rider in the back. This time, I'm not so sure I'm in the wrong… He returns, his eyes stormy under hooded brows, watching the spot where she disapeared speculatively for a long moment before he turns with a sigh and tells his brown all about it. He know he's going to have to tell Devana about this little run-in with her cousin, and he just hopes she's in a good mood.