"Wool? I suppose I'll have to shear some of the sheep. I'm always surprised it doesn't hurt them when they lose their wool, but if they won't mind, I'm fine with it" Kos replied.

"Since when do you care about the welfare of sheep?" Larek asked, surprised at his half-brother's seeming kindness towards the animals.

"Since I had to start working with them a lot more. I know you always liked them, but I didn't. Not until recently" Kos replied.

"You liked to eat them" Larek said, with a smirk. It was true. Kos enjoyed the taste of mutton, and some of his fondest memories on the farm were being fed by his father, who of course had more food for his son than he had ever eaten back at Hekaga. He still remembered how wide his eyes were when he saw the steaming pile of meat for the first time his father had fed him. Of course, it was goat meat, not sheep, but for a child who had gone hungry for most of his life up until that point, he didn't care what kin of animal the meat was from.

Larek turned to Nyx, as he often did. "Enjoying yourself, dear?"

Veax pulled up a seat for Hermia. "I'm sure they are around here somewhere" he replied, speaking of his sister and her brother.