The conversation drifting over their work turns to another kingdom, somewhere he has never heard of. "Thank you," rumbles his deep voice, and he smiles brightly in return to his fellow crafter’s complement, feeling it sift through the strands of his heart with warmth that resonates whenever he feels useful or proud. In this case, it is both, and the wonderful sensation of being good at his job filters through him as he takes in the name of where Nasreen must be from: Th’orqui.

It was an odd name, and he repeats it mentally a few times and ponders as to what size it must be if there was an entire branch of craftsmen dedicated to just making rope. His talents where stretched across an array of areas, from the rope they made now to the glass magic that he wielded, and his work was truly only limited to his imagination and drive. That Th’orqui was so great a kingdom that there were actual classes of craftsmen to join ranks with was a titillating thought, indeed; he wondered what other trades were available there, and if it was far away.

While the thought of leaving the Edge was painful, the lure of knowledge he couldn’t find in Helovia was a bright one. He lets the thought settle into the back of his mind, washed away as he recalls his friends and the sure weariness that would come from such a journey. The heartache of being gone from home had taken him once, and while he had survived, he’d rather not do it again.

Even if it meant he stayed a simple glass worker, a few odd trades on the side.

Kahlua is asking questions instead of him, which he’s happy for. All the talking has been focused around study until now, and he’s glad to have a brief break from waggling his tongue around his mouth. While he is capable of speaking with clarity and intelligence, and will do so if necessary, he’d rather just hang back and listen to the easy flow of friends having a conversation that includes him only because he’s standing there.

While chatter of the land Nasreen had left filled his clearing, he wanders of with an ear tilted to the interesting conversation towards his center stone, grabbing a shell in his mouth and placing it nearby Kahlua, visible and out of the way so she wouldn’t accidentally spill it; he repeats the action until all those present and working have a medium sized shell filled with a scoop of sticky, sun heated sap.

Working his tongue on the rough of his mouth to get the terrible taste out, he patiently waits for the ladies to finish separating the strands of their vine so he can explain what the sap is for and show them how to use it.

@[Nasreen], @[Kahlua]
Late tag because I fail at remembering to do things xD
Unarchived to finish the lesson. <3