All the Comforts of Home [[Tags: Jawa]]

[dragon]

Emoyan waited for Junaes to clean up his personally assigned project, before walking with the lad out of the stables and onto one of the many broad paths that led through the trees and toward the main hall, where dinner was more than likely already underway, or wrapping up. Which was no matter - there was always food available for anyone, at anytime of day. They would only just miss the crowd, was all. In the last hours of daylight, all the little creatures of the canopies were hurrying about, flitting thither and yon, tidying up last tasks before dusk fell and the nocturnal creatures came out of hiding. A rather pleasant time, for many, to go on a stroll. If they had time to stop and notice all the intricacies of nature rather than blindly hurrying from point A to point B.

Emoyan walked in patient silence, keeping pace with the tall youth he walked with, letting the lad sort out his thoughts and consider what he wanted to ask. There really was no such thing as a stupid question, but there was such a thing as asking a question in a stupid way. Where upon the meaning got garbled, and what not. So he was more than willing to let people sort out just how to ask what before they asked.

After Junaes did ask his question, though, Emoyan remained silent for a stride or two more. That... had not been what he'd expected the lad to ask. Not at all. But it was an easy answer - sort of. "No, I didn't impress at Selenitas. Kindrith hatched out at Fort." He looked at Junaes, then. "Why?"

[absinthe]

Emoyan’s question was met with a shrug and nothing more. The candidate was clearly thinking. He was curious about the differences between Hatchings in the north and at Selenitas but he wasn’t sure if it was a subject that might have a negative effect on his teacher. So he was trying to think of a way to possibly change the subject if needed. “I was just wondering about the differences, if there are any.” It was a dismissive statement spoken in a ‘never mind, don’t worry about it’ tone of voice. If Emoyan wanted to answer it that was fine but he didn’t have to.

Another overeager grumble from his gut interrupted the candidate’s train of thought and made him frown. He couldn’t think with all this… hunger. So he simply changed the subject, asking a question he’d had in mind before. “So what is there to do around here? I mean if I don’t Impress, where should I start looking?” It wasn’t an attempt to get the Candidate Master to choose something for him but just an idea as to where to start. He wasn’t sure what all there was to do at the Weyr that didn’t involve sort of Craft training or something. An idea would be useful, and who better to ask?

At long last they came to the main hall and it was all Junaes could do not to run ahead. The smell of food made his stomach rumble and growl like an angry dragon. Ah, the sounds of a growing lad’s stomach. Nothing quite like it. He hung back to wait for Emoyan before he went on the prowl and picked up a bowl of stew. Hurray for the stew pot! Always full and always ready. He didn’t even want anything else right now and actually briefly forgot about the Candidate Master as he plopped down at the nearest vacant table before he began to shovel the food in his mouth. It was delicious, but then again it could have been scorched and unrecognizable and he’d probably eat it anyway.

He’d made a considerable dent in the bowl of stew before he suddenly sat up and looked vaguely sheepish. When he got to a certain level of hunger everything else ceased to exist until he found some food and put it in his belly. He wasn’t full yet, not by a long shot, but he’d gotten enough to eat to where it seemed that his stomach was no longer cutting off higher function and he remembered that he’d been accompanied to the dining hall by his teacher. Oops?

[dragon]

Emoyan nodded a bit at the answer he received. And in the moment he took to think about how to answer that, he was left pretty much alone all in a flash as Junaes took off for the main hall leaving nothing but the sound of a rumbly belly behind. Emoyan could only laugh to himself, amused. Boys and their addiction to food. He could remember being the exact same way, back when he had still been a lad. That was a long time ago, though. So long that he hardly ever thought about it anymore. He continued to walk toward the hall, not bothering to change his pace much at all, fully expecting Junaes to be face first in some dish or other by the time he reached the door. He was considerably surprised to find Junaes waiting by the door.

The lad didn't stay there long, however, and this time Emoyan actually chuckled aloud as he followed through the door. It didn't bother him at all that Junaes dived for the stew pot like a man starved a week and then promptly sat down to shovel it all down without hardly seeming to chew. Emoyan acquired his own bowl of stew and a pair of fresh rolls before following Junaes over to a table. He settled across the table from the lad before setting the bowl down on the table along with a roll. The other he offered simply to Junaes when he remembered to look up. Emoyan only grinned in silence, understanding completely.

But, to answer the lad's question, he did speak again. "Things are a lot different here than from the North. A lot nicer, for one, and far more relaxed. There are lots of things that are different ... most of which you really don't want to know about." Emoyan assured him. "You picked the right Weyr to come to."