"Should be everyone's way, seems we're the only ones who've made it official."
Was her answer with a crooked grin. The willingness of most to simply hand over their personal freedom was astounding. And not even for plenty or safety. For the illusion of safety at best.
Fethryns response to the comment about his father was.. Not unexpected entirely because she did not know him well enough to have expectations yet, but still surprising in some ways. Firstly in how poetic he waxed. The crow cried indeed. This was not bad, but it was different. Nivasi tended to be of few words unless pressed, and unless she was trying to placate someone or get out of something those few tended to be straight to the point. Secondly and more pleasantly, his attitude about his father. She'd originally assumed the two had simply been at odd and there was some terrible feud now going on. Which might still be roughly true, but as much as she would give anything to sail with her parents again, if his father tried too hard to keep him close and safe, not seeing that he was a man grown, she could see why he'd feel the need to leave and experience things on his own terms.
This deeper conversation was thankfully averted by the arrival of the food, which Fethryn tucked into with haste. Nivasi followed suite, though with rather more decorum. The food was good, and though seafood would always be her favorite, a bit of red meat didn't go amiss now and again.
Fethryn continued to be unpredictable with his next question. Teach him to fish? She chewed the food in her mouth slowly as she considered this. She could she supposed. And if he acted up she could always push him off the ship. He was Biqaj, he probably wouldn't drown. It seemed a bit funny to her to ask something like that of someone you'd only just met, but she was willing to allow she was not the most socially forward of people.
"Salmon run is coming up soon. It's river fishing, over near Warrick, but if you'd wanted to come along for that, I'd likely do ocean fishing on the way over. Should be decent pay. There's a tournament coming up in Warrick, so they'll be buying up decent fish at a good price."
She allowed slowly after swallowing.
"Yer a brave one out on t'sea considerin' 'ow rough its gotten!"
A gravely voice piped in from behind her. Muscles tensing and eyes widening slightly at this unexpected intrusion, Nivasi shifted her chair slightly to see who precisely had decided to insert themselves into the conversation.
Middle-aged edging into old, deeply tanned and well muscled. Dock worker likely. They were more often found at the Arms than here, but perhaps he'd wanted a bit of peace, though if that was so it was funny that he intruded on hers.
"Ah?"
She queried politely, eyes returning to the cooler shades of blue and purple.
"Yer, jest ask Brice and his lost ships hey? More'n three hundred bodies he lost I heard."
"A tragedy."
That was flat even for Nivasi. Brice dealt in slaves. She could not summon much sympathy for him, even though she knew nautically lost usually meant sunk. Was death much worse than a life of slavery? Besides, as deaths went, drowning was fairly peaceful.
