Silence Mortal [ Emoyan ]

[rii]

F'lix considered Emoyan through narrowed eyes. Then, after a moment of silent thought, lightly shook his head the harper. His gaze shifted off to the side as he spoke; as usual his tone soft and carrying very little inflection of emotion, more of an apathetic monotone. "You're an positive sort."

Again he shook his head, he just didn't get people like the candidate master. "I killed your flitter yet you seem.. okay.. with this." F'lix would understand if Emoyan was mad, hated him, wanted to throw him a good punch. Faranth, F'lix would probably take the hit in show that he felt he deserved it – the first throw, anyway, any more and F'lix would retaliate. He wasn't going to take a beating over a flitter.

"Most people are inclined to say something negative about another person, but not you." F'lix shrugged his shoulders while partially holding the bowls out to his sides in an exaggerated show that he didn't understand. "You don't have to be cordial with me. Frankly I find it insulting because I know I've done nothing to earn it and there isn't exactly good feelings between us. False sincerity is just.."

Unable to find the words, F'lix shook the whole matter aside. He suddenly shoved the plate of foot into Emoyan's hands. "And you're right, about the other one, she's more at fault for it all than yours. The owner of that one doesn't seem to care either, just as arrogant as his salamandyr and dragon. It'll be his downfall one of these days.." It wasn't a threat, just a simple truth that F'lix saw time and time again. Personally he had nothing against R'ahre, odd as it may sound, but F'lix didn't.

[dragon]

Emoyan sighed, slightly, and shook his head. "I am not okay with it. I just don't see the point in making matters worse. As for being positive... after everything I have been through, I have to make the effort. If I don't, I fear I might spiral down into a hole I'll never crawl back out of again." He shrugged again. "I don't want to live like that. You said it was an accident, I accepted that. Now I know what happened, it's in the past. Nothing done today is going to change what happened yesterday - or bring him back. I am not a fan of spreading or sharing misery. However, do not take that to mean I am okay with having my mindmates slaughtered. Frankly, if I'd found who did it shortly after it happened ... things might have gone quite differently." He remarked, taking the plate of food on reflex.

And then he wondered what to do with it. Why had F'lix handed him this?? He looked at it for a moment, before shrugging inwardly and just held onto it for a moment. Someone would eat it, he was sure. His own breakfast was still half finished, halfway across the hall. That is, unless some flitter had started helping itself to it.

"But also don't take that as false sincerity. Everything I say or do is sincere. I am not going to harass you over it. Nor do I particularly like abandoning a situation where I might have left someone rather ruffled. It leads to unpleasant things in the future. Call it ... damage control, if you will."

Plainly, F'lix had not completely adjusted to life in the south... he was still reacting like he expected everyone to react in the north. With violence and mayhem ... possibly even death. Emoyan had left the North for a reason, he wasn't going to try and make the south identical to the north. Thus he'd shed most of the stipulations and scorn that most Northern men tended to carry around. Coming South looking for something better, and then sneering at the way the South worked was rather ... backwards. Unfortunately, it seemed something a lot of Northern folk did. Contempt, it was everywhere.

Emoyan, however, was a self assured man. He didn't need to belittle people to know who he was. Nor did he have to harm them, or posture to try to make a point. He simply ... was. Regardless what who thought, or did. Emoyan was Emoyan, and no one could change that but him. And part of who he was, was in respecting other people for who they were. He wasn't going to try to change anyone to anything.

[rii]

F'lix remained quiet while coolly watching Emoyan through the half-narrowed eyes. It may have come off as a glare, or even a look of scorn, but F'lix was accustom to this particular neutral expression that he never thought about how it may be translated. The habit had been born out of the fact his left eye couldn't open fully. The muscles around that side had been permanently damaged turns ago.

Which, was one of the things he had lived through – everyone had their own set of hardships they had endured. There was no way he could know everything Emoyan had suffered. But just because a few patches were more rough than others was no reason to just.. take it in some sort of reserved compliance. There was turning the other cheek to a situation, then there was.. F'lix couldn't quite put his finger on the word. Whatever it was, it lacked passion - life.

"It is fake." F'lix stated with a light shake of his head, "You have no reason to try and be friendly with the man who has not even apologized for killing your flitter." To dismiss the matter so easily and proceed on in attempts at pleasant conversation. What was the point? F'lix didn't understand it, and likely never would. It was a mask F'lix hated to see on people. The forced words of cordiality and friendly smiles – the socially acceptable way of lying through teeth.

For a long, silent moment F'lix merely let his gaze search the older man's face. Why would Emoyan care if he left this situation after brushing fur the wrong way (and F'lix was a different enough of an individual that Emoyan's attempts to smooth over any ruffling only had the opposite reaction. Even then, it was F'lix that had done wrong, why – why was this man trying to soothe any possible ill feelings?). Fear then, maybe, that F'lix might behave so irrationally to perhaps plot burying a dagger in the harper's back?

F'lix actually turned his head and softly scoffed at the notion passing through his mind. Ridiculous. He cupped the wooden bowl between his hands before turning his attention back to Emoyan. "You may not dig a hole directly under your feet to fall into suddenly, but you must have given up a good while ago. You've been slowly sliding down hill since then. You're already dead, you just don't realize it."

Certainly not enough will left to stay alive either. Hollow, empty; there wasn't enough on the inside to put up a fight. Emotions, those up and downs, the passion, it's what made people who they were. Emoyan, in F'lix's opinion, was flat-lining. Any attempt of true expression had just.. faded. All that was left was the marionette on the outside, one trying to pull at it's own strings in a sad attempt to mimic life. With a parting look, F'lix took a stepped away to turn and head for the stairs.

[dragon]

Emoyan only shrugged. People had their own ways of dealing with things. He didn't see any point in stirring up trouble on the inside, between supposed allies, the occupants of a single Weyr. Not when they had all the conflict and stress they could ask for coming from outside the Weyr. If that was what F'lix wished to believe, Emoyan certainly wasn't going to tell him he was wrong. Every point of view was right, to a point... it all depended on which side of the apple one was seeing. The bright shiny red side, or the worm eaten side? Assuming that the whole thing was bad and rotten.

However, that last parting comment from F'lix made Emoyan laugh. "Funny. That's how most people describe the dragonless, yep." He agreed. Though he had thought he was doing fairly well, all things considered. Dead, hollow ... he'd seen some dragonless that were far worse off than he was. All things considered, Emoyan thought things were going well. He had a purpose, still, even if it was only polishing the future generations of riders. Not to mention Skink helped a lot in helping him cope. As infuriating and troublesome as she was, she soothed some of the ragged edges of his soul. Filled up that hollow space just a bit, made it bearable.

But since F'lix seemed to be leaving, Emoyan lifted his brows just a moment as he contemplated the meal he held. Maybe he could find someone to give it to ... someone had to want it. He surely didn't. He had his own to go back to... maybe F'ur would want it? He turned and looked back toward the kitchen doors, wondering what in the world the other bluerider was doing in there.