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 The short answer is good enough for the laundress, who sits in the same chair, silent, staring blankly for a while longer, before she gets up to poke around her new lodgings for the night. It's even shorter, after that, that she avails herself of the bed and curls up for a night of much needed slumber.
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 "Ten it is, then," R'hin says with ease. Her accusation of him being ''tall'' earns a low-throated laugh, and an overly exaggerated ducking of his head to get through the tent's doorway as they pass into the cool of the tent. They've come at a good time; there's only a couple of people ahead of them in the queue before they get to the front. "Two bottles of that berry wine, and two glasses," he orders, without looking at Farideh to confirm. He glances at her afterward, though, brows rising inquisitively, "Do you want to find somewhere here," he gestures towards the tent -- half tables, half cushions serving as seats, "Or somewhere ''else''?"
-They make ''a little' stride, with Farideh smiling when he ducks his head. She doesn't complain about the wine or his lack of asking her prior, but scans the tent with attentive eyes. "Here is good enough," the brunette says, just before she ambles off to those colorful cushions and seats herself in the cross-legged persuasion; she waits for him to join her in a patient manner, smoothing out her skirts so they aren't all tucked up under her folded legs.
+They make ''a little'' stride, with Farideh smiling when he ducks his head. She doesn't complain about the wine or his lack of asking her prior, but scans the tent with attentive eyes. "Here is good enough," the brunette says, just before she ambles off to those colorful cushions and seats herself in the cross-legged persuasion; she waits for him to join her in a patient manner, smoothing out her skirts so they aren't all tucked up under her folded legs.
 R'hin exchanges coins with the bartender, before collecting bottles and glasses in hand, following in Farideh's wake. It seems he's not unused to some of the Igenite's preferences in regards to lounging; he settles on his side, one arm propping him up, from where he can see the door. The top of one of the bottles is dispatched with quickly, filling both glasses, reaching for his own before lifting it towards her in a toast, "To hiding from the past," with a little smile.
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 Are those answers meant to be funny? Because Farideh almost chokes on her wine and then laughs delightedly at his ''suggestions''. "Death, marriage, pregnancy, and Impression are the options you're giving me? If ''hiding'' doesn't work, I'm not sure how ''faking my death'' will, and the whole point is to ''avoid'' marriage. Pregnancy is ridiculous, and Impression is-- well, you said it, you wouldn't suggest it." She holds out her glass for him to refill and shakes her head, barely containing a smile. "You never answered ''my'' question. If you're satisfied with what ''you'' have?"
-"''Hiding' is not really a solution so much as an attempt to delay the inevitable. Unless you plan to never speak to your family ever again?" R'hin's brows rise, as if that, ''too'', is an option, his expression markedly blank. After a beat (and a second sip of his newly refreshed glass), he says, "I've lived with regret," by way of, presumably, answer. "Which makes me try, even harder, ''not'' to die with it. Crafting," he continues, like the break in discussing ''her'' problem was only momentary.
+"''Hiding'' is not really a solution so much as an attempt to delay the inevitable. Unless you plan to never speak to your family ever again?" R'hin's brows rise, as if that, ''too'', is an option, his expression markedly blank. After a beat (and a second sip of his newly refreshed glass), he says, "I've lived with regret," by way of, presumably, answer. "Which makes me try, even harder, ''not'' to die with it. Crafting," he continues, like the break in discussing ''her'' problem was only momentary.
 "''Hiding'' is only temporary. I'll have to go back at some point in the future. There's no solution that could see to both. I've thought about it for months. For turns, really." Farideh drinks amply, again, and allows the glass to drop only slightly from her mouth as she goes on. "I can't think of a better alternative, but I'm enjoying my time at the Weyr in the meantime." She smiles a faint smile, that's more curve than teeth, but considers him silently until he's finished speaking. "I'm too old to ''craft''. I would have to be good at ''something'' other than seating arrangements and decorating." Perhaps she's choosing to just gloss over his own reply -- about regrets and ''trying''.
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 "Traditional," replies Lilah wryly, her lips curving in a subtle smile, brief and gone in another second. "They've been raising herdbeasts on the same piece of land since before Keroon was ever founded, to hear them tell it." She tips a nod over ''there'', westwardly, and presumably to where Keroon lies so nearby but not. She offers lightly, "Lineage only matters in runnerbeasts."
-"You keep saying ''that''," Farideh accuses of the bronzerider, dissatisfied with his defense for choice, apparently. She keeps her discontented expression up to the end, and then, it appears as though ''something'' has gone through her inebriated mind, that she's starting to ''understand - no, that's just the alcohol settling and a hiccup. Her attention is stolen by Lilah, weighted gaze focused on the redhead. "Keroon," she says in acknowledgement. They ''were'' getting along ''so'' well, that is until the goldrider says that line about lineage. Eyes wide, brow puckered, the brunette stares at the other woman intensely; Lilah might have just called her fat for all the ferocity in that look.
+"You keep saying ''that''," Farideh accuses of the bronzerider, dissatisfied with his defense for choice, apparently. She keeps her discontented expression up to the end, and then, it appears as though ''something'' has gone through her inebriated mind, that she's starting to ''understand'' - no, that's just the alcohol settling and a hiccup. Her attention is stolen by Lilah, weighted gaze focused on the redhead. "Keroon," she says in acknowledgement. They ''were'' getting along ''so'' well, that is until the goldrider says that line about lineage. Eyes wide, brow puckered, the brunette stares at the other woman intensely; Lilah might have just called her fat for all the ferocity in that look.
 "Because it's ''true'', and I like being ''right''," the Savannah Wingleader asides to Farideh with a laugh. It's the goldrider's words about lineage that earns a shake of head, "And for Blood. And for dragons. It matters a lot," R'hin counters, easily, perhaps aware of Farideh's reaction, even if he's only watching her sidelong. After a beat, "Azaylia is Keroonian, too. You two ought to drink and bond over herdbeasts and... pie." Apparently that's what he associates Keroon with. He's taking the opportunity of Farideh's distraction to refill her glass, too.