Ridahne was upset about something, and Darin wasn’t sure what it was, or even if it was her place to pry. She didn’t think she was upset about Taja. (The name was settled. That’s all there was to it.) Darin also didn’t think the Elf was upset about staying just one more day. If anything, the warrior seemed upset about going towards Azurei. Darin clicked her teeth together as she thought. Hopefully they would spend enough time wandering other places that Ridahne would come to grips with the fact that they had to visit Azurei. Of course, Darin was going to have to do the same thing. She wasn’t sure she wanted to go to a place where they knew who she was without her telling them. The Farm was different. The Farm was safe. The human wasn’t sure Azurei was safe at all. Then again, no place was truly safe. 

Darin gave her head a shake as she moved on to a sort of more pleasant topic, “Yes. We do need to use our time wisely while we’re here. I was hoping you would be willing to show me just a little bit of what it means to wield a knife, or maybe even my, sickle, in battle.” Darin pause a moment before continuing, “And maybe you could start teaching me Azurein. We have a long way to go, so I feel it would be best to know as many languages as possible.”

Darin actually knew two languages. She knew Astran, which was the common tongue that everyone in Astra seemed to know. Then she also knew a particular dialect that was only used in Lively and her little village. The Traders that came to Lively each year didn’t know it, but that was the way it was for most citizens of Astra. They all knew at least Astran and then their own regional dialect. Darin also knew enough to understand what was being said in the language the traders used, but she didn’t know enough to really speak it. She hadn’t used her home language since she started this trip. She knew that there were people that could identify where you came from just by your second tongue. Darin didn’t want that at all.

Darin considered Taja. It seemed the bird would be sleeping for a while. He looked a little better and didn’t seem to be in as much pain as he had been. It was most likely safe to leave him for the night. Darin could check up on him in the morning. Besides, Talbot had returned from wherever her had gone to get food. The human figured the horse would be a good watcher for the hawk. Darin picked up the cloth the rabbit had been in before slowly standing. She left the hut slowly; it wouldn’t do for a wrong sound or move to wake Taja back up. Soon she was out in the evening sun,

Darin turned to Talbot, “Come and get me if Taja needs something okay.” Talbot nodded as Darin smiled and ran her hand a long his nose, “Thanks Talbot.” She then turned to see that people were getting ready to head in for the night, “It looks like the workday is over. I wonder what’s for dinner. I’m hungry.”

That wasn’t exactly true. Darin had snuck out the window and as such missed breakfast. Then she had been looking for and taking care of Taja, so she had missed lunch. It felt like her stomach was trying to eat itself. She had managed to stay hydrated, but a person could not live on water alone. She hoped dinner was a simple affair. She wasn’t sure she could do another party like the one last night. She wasn’t sure what Ravi planned for the evening, but she wasn’t sure that she would like it one little bit unless it was just dinner. After dinner they needed to start the knife lessons, and Darin would have to start looking into restocking her supplies. She was almost out of food, so really it was a good thing Ridahne had some along when she had.

Darin started heading back to the farm Main Farmhouse, “Come on. We should see if there’s anything we can do to help with dinner. Though in a place with this many people they’ll probably just kick us out of the kitchen, but I bet we can find other things to do.”

That was probably true. It a place with this many people, meals were probably something that you could cook a lot of in a small amount of time. Soup and porridge were probably frequent meal choices. Darin was okay with that. Both were staples back home. She liked both though she also liked having other things. Then again, she didn’t tend to be picky about what she ate; when she did remember to eat. She tended to forget more than not. She figured as long as Ridahne didn’t pick up on that bad habit she would be fine.

Darin spoke as she continued walking, “Hopefully we can find some way to repay them for all the supplies we’ll be taking. I don’t think they’ll let us leave without restocking, but I hate the thought of just taking their supplies without giving anything back.”