Who

Farrah, Zannen, Tiro (dolphin, puppeted by Zannen)

What

A wildling meets some of the local dolphins…and by extension, one of the men who works with them.

Slightly backscened

When

It is afternoon of the nineteenth day of the second month of the fifteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Cove, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 06 Oct 2018 06:00

 

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"They are amazing."


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Cove

A saber's curl along the coast of the Azov Sea, the cove is a clash of green and black; where deeply forested jungles encroach upon the curving expanse of this tiny cove, found only past the rocky barrier that serves as demarcation between cove and beach. Lacking the softly ground sand of the beach, the cove is made up of dark, volcanic pebbles, making it trickier to navigate than the beach itself. Yet, what a surprise is given if one braves the less comfortable path that curves around a long-forgotten cinder cone to find the quiet tranquility of seclusion. Brilliant against the black pebbled beach, greenery is only enhanced by the purest of turquoise waters, warmed by a deep volcanic vent and churned by hidden currents that further feeds into the relative calm of the sea itself. A small school of rainbow fish and yellowfish swims around here.


The later afternoon means the air is hot but the shadows are long, the perfect time to take advantage of a cooling swim. Farrah has left her spear, catch of the day and other items on the shore, along with some layers of her clothing. The pebbles do not bother her feet as she walks across them to wade into the brilliant hued waters, hands lifting to pull at the knotted and braided hair - tugging it back away from her face. She secures it at the nape of her neck with several wraps of twine. Smiling, she watches the pristine waters and fish as the water rises higher over her hips and she dips beneath the surface with a held breath. She kicks off and swims out deeper, resurfacing in an area where she needs to tread water but sighs in delight after surfacing. The turns about in place, carefully moving herself against the eddies and pulls of the sea.

Summer means Zannen practically lives in the water with the dolphins he works with. He often comes and goes from the cove, beginning and ending the day there, and so the lowering sun comes to glint off the curves of half a dozen dorsal fins that take a path into the calmer turquoise waters. A man holds to one of them, coasting alongside the sleek grey form of his partner in crime, a flash of dark red amidst the ripples around them giving away the color of his trunks. He's as bare and (almost as) streamlined as the dolphins, otherwise, though not as alert as them in detecting another presence in the water. "Visitor!" several high-pitched voices announce amidst a flurry of chirps and clicks, and Zannen lets go of his tow to allow the dolphins to do what they will about whomever they see. The younger ones keep their distance, still a bit shy of strangers. Three of the older dolphins, however, take a wide, curious circle around the woman, which in turn shows Zannen where the visitor is.

Bobbing back down, Farrah lowers herself slowly, turning about in the water and twisting - lingering in the blue environs. The movement however of something larger than the schools of fish draw her attention and she turns about, watching them with a brief opening of her eyes before she is kicking herself towards the surface breaking into the open air with a gasp for breath. She blinks, wiping her hand across her face as she needs a moment to identify the creatures as a smile curls her lips. Zannen for the moment goes unnoticed as her hand extends outwards, attempting to see if she will be able to touch one of them when they make a closer pass - if they do. She does however watch them as her legs kick tirelessly to keep her head above water. Her smile is plain and bright, a flash of white amidst her dark skin.

For the most part, the dolphins keep their distance, not wishing to startle the swimmer. One, however, is more willing to venture closer when he notes her outstretched hand and drifts inward, turning a large, keen eye upon the young woman once he's almost within reach. "Hi!" chirps the dolphin, and turns to inspect the girl a bit more closely. "Friend? Where from?" Meanwhile, Zannen pulls himself a bit closer and then treads water a bit, watching. It isn't often his partner is the one to make the first interaction, but now and then, the dolphin takes the lead. Depending on where this woman has come from, it may be the better course at the moment.

Dark eyes follow the dolphin circling closer and she can not help but strain to close that distance. But pulls her reach back as communication is offered. "Hello," she quickly responds, her smile drawing up at the corner of her mouth as she kicks, bobbing a bit as her head goes beneath for a moment before rising back out. "I am not a foe…friend if that is agreeable. I am Farrah of the Erdou clan…wildling." She supplies all of this, her smile lingering. "You are all so beautiful," she remarks pleasantly, looking towards the woven basket that holds her catch from the cove and seems to be considering something but for now is enjoying the closure of the distance between them.

There's a soft flurry of clicks from the dolphin, which seems to prompt the others to stop their circling and drift closer as well. One disappears beneath the water for some inscrutable reason, while the other - the largest of the group - drifts easily nearby. "Far-rah. Easy!" The dolphin then touches his nose to her palm, permission given as the current pushes him a little closer. "Tiro! Ma is Eri," he informs the wildling, splashing some water in the direction of the largest dolphin with his nose. "Thanks," is said to the compliment before Tiro goes on to announce, "Man is Zan. Land-brother." He slews sideways, enough for the dolphineer who's still treading water at a remove to become visible. "Zan!" says Tiro with a sharp click. "Far-rah! Wild one. Friend!" Zannen, though cautious in drawing closer, smiles amiably, his own grin wide and warm. "Aye? Ye met before, then?" Tiro utters a short, descending sort of low squeak and gives a little thaws of the water with his tail, to which the man chuckles. "No? Alright, well…" To Farrah, he says, "Ye're a friend if ye're kind by him. His rules."

"Farrah," she confirms with a soft laugh, it brightens the expression upon her face and more so as her palm is accepted with a nudge. Child like wonder briefly washes over her and she kicks forward ever so much so that she can smooth her hand along his nose. "Tiro..and Eri..nice to meet you," she repeats their names and then her expression changes when a land brother is mentioned. Oh yes, she was that distracted that the other 'lander' was not even noted. Her smile falters and she turns slowly, using her hand to come about and face him. Her expression goes neutral as she stares at him, head tilting before she nods her head, "First time…I am glad to have the chance to meet them..Zan.." because she knows his name and she was talking to his companions blissfully unaware. "A moment.." she says to Tiro and kicks out of the water, moving for the rocky shore. Sodden and dripping water pours off of her and continues to frown the ends of her dark hair. She tugs the basket open and reaches in to pull free a few of the fish. She moves back towards the waters edge and with a heave begins to toss a few back in the water. From high above her firelizards complain, crying out betrayal as what is likely to be a portion theirs is given back to the sea. Her smile returns, breaking her face as she looks skyward to them but soon to look back to Zan. She quickly submerges herself in the water, pulling the basket with her so that she can pull a few more free. "They are amazing," she says, this to Zan now. A conversation in its raw form.

Zannen has met wildlings before, so the change in Farrah's expression isn't unexpected, just…a bit disheartening. Still, it doesn't really faze him aside from tempering his own smile. "They're happy to make a new acquaintance," he tells her, watching her leave the water bemusedly before realizing what she's doing. There are some happy squees over the fish, which entice the shier, younger ones closer. Tiro and Eri let them have what lands, while their other companion surfaces with a still-struggling catch of his own in his jaws. The dolphineer chuckles a bit, lifting his hands to rake back damp blond locks. "Aye, they are. It's Zannen, by the way; he just likes to make things easier. Journeyman dolphineer, at yer service. Pleased t'meet ye, Farrah." He scans the beach, squinting at the disgruntled firelizards but not noticing much else of consequence. "Which clan are ye from, if ye don't mind my askin'?" And since Tiro didn't bother to pass that on.

More fish are dug out, offered and fed to the dolphins till her basket is far lighter than it should be for a day of spear fishing. Farrah lifts a brow, offering him the remnants of her smile that comes from feeding the dolphins from her own hard work. "Erdou." she offers him and then repeats his name, "Zannen…Zan seems preferable," she says, a sort of amusement in her voice. She reaches out to try touch them if they allow, her hand skimming over their sleek bodies. An enjoyable smile draws across her lips, lighting that usually stern face. "You then..you work with them and they are your pod?" She asks of him, her attention finally returning to the man. "You are part of the Weyr.." she suggests, her voice trailing as she nearly empties her basket but the cries overhead and emotions running through her from her blue and green cause her to stop from emptying it entirely.

The dolphins - all but one who insists upon finding his own snacks - accept the offered fish graciously, content to hang around the two humans without too many antics. They even stay within touching range, especially Tiro, who is alternating between Farrah and Zannen when it comes to attention-seeking. "Oh! I've met another of ye, then. Devana," the dolphineer says, and chuckles a little. "She seemed like to kick my are for sayin' the wrong thing as anything, but she's good people all the same." As for the dolphins, he nods. "I work with 'em, aye, and they with me. Mostly Tiro, though. We're partnered. And…" He scrunches up his face in consideration a moment at her last. "I s'pose I am part o' the Weyr, as much as a Seacrafter can be. Posted here, livin' here, work with the riders to help find those lost at sea and troublemakers along the coasts. But I'm not Weyrfolk, like some are."

Her cousin's name spoken causes her brows to furrow and she exhales slowly, a rueful smile taking her lips for the briefest of moments. Farrah dips her chin, "You speak of my cousin and you would be right," comes her reply as she reaches out to smooth her hand to Tiro, her smile returning as her fingers span up and over his fin lightly. Eyes close for a second or two before they blink open once more. "You are attached to the Weyr..though…I find your position far more acceptable. They take you places don't they?" Dark eyes follow their movements, not bothering to look back at him right away but when Tiro moves towards him, she takes a step forward to follow so the mammal does not have to move far. She shakes her the knotted hair that glistens with a wealth of water as she takes another step closer bringing her deeper so that her hand can span that distance and touch Tiro again. "How do you…partner with them? What does it take?" Her question holds something more to it, more than curiosity.

There's another brow-raise of surprise from Zannen upon learning the nature of Farrah's relationship to Devana. What the wildling has to say next has the dolphineer narrowing his eyes slightly in bemusement, however. "Aye, from time to time. What's quicker to reach than with Tiro, leastways," he replies to the matter of being taken places. "And up north when I want t'visit my sister at Igen Weyr." He studies her more intently when she takes that step closer. "Partnerin' is an agreement, simple as that," he says to her last. "Though it's somethin' the Craft officially documents. Tiro and I've been workin' together a long time, since he was a calf and I was eighteen. It's like takin' up with a best friend - someone y'know'll have your back no matter what, like a siblin' without the blood tie." He tilts his head a bit, a slight crease forming between his brows. "Are ye one o' them what aren't too fond o' dragonriders, then?"

"An agreement," Farrah echoes lightly, her own curious turn of her brows to follow as her eyes lower to study Tiro as her hand lifts only to find him once more. She bends slightly, bringing her face closer to his as she presses her hand at the underside of his jaw if he allows her to do so. Her smile returns, ever so but is quick to flee at the mention of dragonriders. "I…yes I suppose I am. " There is a pause before she looks up at Zannen, both brows rising as she asks, "Are you likely to tell me I am wrong for thinking so? Like so many others have?" It seems to be a weighted question as her attention sweeps over him, her air one of expectation and resignation all in one. Lips press a thin line though she waits for his view on such matters.

Tiro allows it, though Zannen watches him carefully, knowing how impish the dolphin can be with new people in close quarters. A while Tiro does offer up an abrupt, playful flurry of clicks when Farrah gets her closest, he doesn't do much else, thankfully. Zannen, letting his feet touch the bottom of the cove, stands so that he's waist-deep, raking his fingers back through his hair again. "My sister's a dragonrider." So if she expects her to say she's right, it's a way of letting her know she'd better think again. "How can ye judge so without gettin' t' know any? Especially when ye don't have 'em pressin' in on ye anymore," the dolphineer wants to know.

Tiro gets a look from the young woman for his attempt at being playful, though it serves to help lighten her smile. She exhales, growing some at his words as her hackles rise with the rather abrupt question. Slowly she rises as well, letting her hand fall from the dolphin. "The dragons make me uneasy…such a creature…" she shakes her head quickly, barring her words with a click of her teeth and looks immediately to regret such things. "Let us not talk of such things, yes? I enjoy learning of you…and the pod but let us leave my views and your views on other matters aside." She looks from him, eyes shuttering for a brief second. She clears her throat and it looks as though she has tensed, nearly turning to leave before those dark depths settle on his gaze and she extends her hand to him. Its thrust forward as she says, "I am Farrah of the Erdou."

"They're amazin' creatures, the dragons. And if ye're doubtful, ye can ask the dolphins," Zannen asserts, though there's no heat to his words, just factuality. His sea-blue eyes have hardened a touch, the idea that someone would so easily dismiss the culture that's so long been a part of his life as a cause for unease and fear making him tense in turn. His gaze drop to Farrah's hand, and he considers it a moment before actually taking it, his grip confident but careful. "And I am Zannen, dolphineer of the Seacraft of Southern Weyr," he counters evenly. Tiro pipes up then with a splash of his tail. "Silly! Said once! Both forget?" the dolphins teases, lolling onto his side to eye them both.

Farrah seems to note his own unease and though her grip on his hand is firm, she will release it and lower her own to her side. Tiro response however gets a soft laugh from her. "It is a means of trying to fix differences. Not forgotten," she says and despite her earlier openness to offering her touch to Tiro she keeps her hands to herself now. A brief glance up at Zannen has her hesitate as she draws a breath, lips parting as she seems to be mulling something over. "It is good to meet you, Zannan, partner of Tiro," she offers before she brushes her hand aside over the surface of the beautiful cove waters. "Are you hungry?" she asks of Zannen, because of course she has fed his companions save him. Half live fish are not exactly everyone's cup of tea. "If you would like, I have some salted meat and bread, I would be willing to share and in return I will take a story of the open waters." Her head tilts and dark brow rises. "If Tiro can part with you for a little while that is," her smile returns, yet tense as is the rest of her. She makes no further comment on dragons for now.

From here, Zannen is able to give a little half-bow Farrah's way. "Likewise, Farrah," he answers, though he feels somewhat stiff in his dealings now, trying to decide his best tack from this point forward. The offer of food almost immediately makes his stomach growl. "I, ah…wouldn't say no to a bite," he confesses, a smirk reappearing. "I was about t'head in fer th' day, so he's fine with it. They'll hang about as they please." He gives his aquatic brother a brisk rub before starting to make his way toward the shore, though not ahead of Farrah. He'll wait to see where she's headed first.

Perhaps she is learning to be more accepting, inviting or whatever it may be, Farrah dips her chin, "It is not much, but will help settle that," she remarks with a faint hint of mirth for the sound of his stomach. She glances to Tiro then and trails her fingers in the water to wiggle them goodbye. She wades for the rocky shore, pulling her dark hair over her shoulder to squeeze it out. The simple linen shift she wears is gathered at its edge and pulled together, wringing it out as well before releasing it. She smooths her hands to it and once settled, she lowers to set herself down on a slight uprise of the rock, making room for it as she digs into her cloth pack to pull out some wrapped bundles of cloth. Untucking the edges, she rests them on her thighs and once he has found his place to sit, she offers him half the dark red salted strips of meat. "After your time with your companions this should help you recover a good deal of energy…do you plan on heading back with them or going by foot?"

For his part, once Zannen discerns where Farrah is headed, he diverges slightly to another rock and pulls forth a satchel. From this he produces a towel and a sleeveless tunic, which he pulls on after drying himself off and wringing his trunks as much as he can without disrobing. He spreads the towel on the sand and sits upon it, setting his satchel aside and accepting the meat with a grateful inclination of his head. "I usually hike back," he replies, reaching into his satchel once more for a waterskin. "Helps relax me." He takes a bite, chews thoughtfully for a bit, and then utters a little hum. "So a story in trade, eh? I can tell you about th' first time I met a dolphin…"

With no towel to lay upon, she does not so much as settle into the sand and become caked in worrisome grains. She does however eye the novelty of it before taking a bite of her own salted meat. Setting the strip back down, she opens the other cloth which holds a flat sort of bread, carrying the dark marks of the charcoal from the fire it was cooked in. Not like the breads he would find at the Weyr or market. It smells richly of herbs and smoke. Breaking it apart she offers the other have to him and then her water skin is set between them. "If I was to swim with dolphins I would rather return with them," she says, glancing towards the waters. Fingers break off some of the bread and she eats it with a small sliver of the of the meat. A motion fo her hand is given for him to continue - though she can not answer for the food in her mouth. Dark fingers lift to cover her mouth and she nods, "Yes, please.." she expresses, genuine interest showing in her gaze.

"I swim with 'em all day," Zannen remarks with a chuckle, accepting the offered bread with a murmur of thanks. "Gotta work the walkin' muscles, too. Keep m'land legs, as it were." After chewing a bit of that, he washes it down with some water. "When I was ten, livin' at Big Bay Hold in the Oldtime, I'd go out fishin' with m'dad a lot. Wound up in a cove around noon and needed t'stop fer lunch, so we dropped anchor an' dad went out to set a few spiderclaw traps. I jumped in an' took a swim. But as I was nearin' the shore on the far side, I got caught in a nasty undertow. Couldn't break the surface. Then all o' a sudden, I felt this nudge in my back, and a push, and I got up to air. After a moment, I saw a dolphin with me. Got on my case 'bout bein' more careful, little skinny kid I was at th' time. So." He gives a tilted bit of a grin, shoulders hitching in a subtle shrug. "Not as dramatic as gettin' rescued from a shipwreck, but I got saved by one all the same."

"Dramatic enough, some kids can not swim at that age," Farrah is eager to point out before adding another bite of food to her mouth. She chews heartily on the bread not as bothered by it as Zannen is with his refined tastebuds. She looks from him towards the cove, straying to try to note the pod and Tiro specifically. There is a growing smile across her lips, her head tilting, "Of all the things the Weyrs brought it is..I think I can accept," why exactly is the question. Her smile reaches her eyes finally, those dark hues warming a little before dusting off her hands once her bread is finished. For the first time since meeting the gaze she sets upon Zannen is receptive and if one dare say so, open. "How does one become a dolphineer? IS it like the riders?" Her interest is genuine and she reaches down to pull free a stringy piece of seaweed, tossing it back towards the water once her leg is free of it.

The bread doesn't bother Zannen a whit! Else he wouldn't be eating it. "Dad was a sailor. We all had t'know how t'swim early on," he explains in the wake of her first, though he looks a bit confused at her next. "What is? The Craft?" Then her last comes, and he shakes his head. "Nope. I mean, man and dolphin choose t' partner, so there's that. But someone wants t' ride a dragon, they put themselves up fer it, and the dragon chooses them, if they match. No flexibility, bein' a dragonrider; they are what they are. Bein' a dolphineer, ye usually start as just a plain ol' Seacrafter, work yer way up to specializin' in workin' with dolphins. Lots o' time getting acquainted with 'em before makin' the commitment."

"It seems strange, to put yourself out there in hopes that a dragon that is only just hatched will choose you," Farrah frowns a moment, pulling the water skin to her lips to down a full full gulps. Her hand passes over her wet hair, smoothing it from her face. "That seems a lot of work," she admits, dark eyes moving from him towards the sea again, "I wouldn't mind being able to do as you do, to find a partner like Tiro," the sounds of her firelizards overhead finally starts to become clear, they circle and Meelaa is the first to land, his startling blue marking him against the dark beach as he starts for them both, coming up to wrap his tail around her leg and advance from that anchored point towards Zannen. A curious study is made of the dolphineer by her little companions. Peridot lands close to the wildling and is scrambling up her side to her neck, wrapping her slender green frame close to the dark haired woman. Her smile returns, fingers moving to scratch at the lizards neck and head.

"They're born knowin' exactly what they want an' need, the dragons," says Zannen. "It's just…somethin' very, very few in the world'll ever fully understand, an' they're all fightin' Thread now." As for his own profession, "All things worth havin' are hard work. Got lucky with Tiro; I was just startin' out, and he'd only been in th' world nine months." Meelaa is spotted, and Zannen holds out a hand, inviting the little blue flit to make a closer inspection. "If ye want t'get t'know the pod, ye're more 'n welcome. There's a few young'uns in there who might take to an interested party. Workin' with dolphins apart from th' Craft…" He eyes the wildling huntress speculatively. "Don't see why it couldn't work. But I can also see th' more hidebound Crafters makin' a stink about it."

"To think they can be so singular minded," Farrah admits, considering the small lizards, Peridot inclined to remain with the wildling and trying to disappear beneath the thick braided locks. She does however glances down at Meelaa as his neck extends scenting the air around Zannen as his tail remains wound around the young woman. "Meelaa," she says, encouraging him and something may have gone unsaid but the blue releases her leg. He meanders his way over bravely to inspect Zannen, moving about him and lifting his leg to hazard a step onto his leg and then up towards him. A hissing crow sounds as his wings flare, as if puffing up like a peacock. "Meelaa, no need to show off," she says.%r%rThe thought that Zannen has about her working with the dolphins in a positive her attention drifts up to him. "I don't care if they are upset by it, if I can learn, I would wish to. If one of the pod were receptive…" there is the sound of lilting excitement, a tenor of hope in her voice. "So it is possible?"

Zannen nods to that, glancing up at his own wheeling firelizards. Then Farrah's blue is clambering up unto his leg…and posturing, which earns a beaming grin of amusement from the dolphineer. "I'd give ye somethin' fer the show, friend," he tells the flit, "but I'm out o' jerky. Though…" The meat Farrah gave him is remembered, and he tears off a bit to offer the blue. He considers her last a moment and sighs, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. "It'd be up to a dolphin takin' to ye, and you learnin' what ye need t'work with 'em, helpin' 'em do all they've in mind. But aye, I don' see why it couldn't happen."

Meelaa preens himself, head lifting as he sways from foot to foot in a half dance as his wings lift higher. Proud blue is he and far more friendly than the green that has kept to Farrah, even going so far as to bury her head into the dark hair and hiding. The blue hisses his delight and grasps with his teeth at the jerky, managing to drag it away from Zannen's grasp and down it, lifting his head to help it ease down his throat. So quickly he ate it. Now he is stepping closer, his head moving to and fro in order to find more of this food and half beg, half take it from Zannen. "I would be willing to try, knowing it may not happen. The chance," Farrah grins at that, giving another look towards the water as she smooths her fingers along the throat of her green. She hums at her and then llifts the curling tail around her finger for a kiss. "Peri," she says warmly and leans her head into the body that is wrapped around her shoulder. "Do not over feed him, he is an imp…he will take all you have and then act like you neglected him."

"Eh, don't worry. Didn't get a few of my own raised without learnin' a thing or two," Zannen assures her, reaching out to rub between Meelaa's brow ridges instead of offering more meat. "Well…if ye'll be anywhere nearby t'morrow, I can see about introducin' ye to the others in th' pod, if ye like," he offers, though it's clear that he's juggling that with other things in his head. "Might have t'make it quick, though; I've got a few different places t'be t'morrow mornin' an' afternoon. But it should be doable."

There is a ready grin for his offer, watching his interaction with Meelaa when the blue preens and make a sound of enjoyment. Farrah then nods, "I will be here," she says with assurance. Dark eyes wander frm the blue up to Zannen as her hand strokes over Peridot's body. Fingers curl and rubs at her neck again and she sighs, "Thank you…for offering. I will be certan to be here early." The wildling looks taken with the idea, breaking through the rather brusque outer exterior she had first shown. She hums again, nuzzling into the head of Peridot as the shy green reacts to the change in demeanor Farrah's displays. "I will be sure to have more fish for that moment," she says thoughtfully.

Breaking through brusqueness is definitely something Zannen strives for! And with a wildling, he knows it can open up other avenues for discussion. "No need t'be here with the sun or anythin'," he tells Farrah atop a chuckle. "We've got our mornin' duties t'tend to. But we'll be along as soon as we're able. And ye don't have t'bring fish unless ye want to. They'll be impressed if ye can manage mostly live ones, just a note." Glancing toward the horizon, he sighs. "I'd best get back while th' light's still good." But first, he'll finish the food she's given him. "Good t'share bread with ye, Farrah of the Erdou," he says afterward, and rises so that he can fold his towel. "Guess I'll be seein' ye t'morrow."

"Right," Farrah remarks, though it looks like she might very well still arrive rather early. THe curl of her lips upwards is one she shares with Peridot as the green looks to her. She presses her cheek to that long neck before her hand lowers to gather a few items back into her pack, glancing up at him as her dark hair sways and shifts forward around her features. "Of course, you have duties and so forth, you should return," she admits. She leans into the side of her spot, picking up the satchel and giving it a swing up onto her shoulder trying not to dislodge the poor green who glances over at Zannen from her perch. Getting to her feet, Meelaa is soon crossing the beach towards her, circling her legs as he croons at the dolphineer, flaring his wings before settling in.%r%r"I look forward to tomorrow," Farrah says, "Zan," she chooses the shorted version of his name that Tiro gave her. "Be well." She lifts her hand and in parting, turning to move down to get the fish basket that is now empty and the spear that has been driven into the ground.

Zannen smirks bemusedly at Farrah's choice of address as he shoulders his own satchel, slipping a well-worn pair of leather sandals on his feet. "Ye as well," he returns, and watches the wildling woman a moment before turning to begin his trek back toward the beach, mulling over the coming busy day as he goes.

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