I was surprised at the conversation as it went back and forth, mostly because I didn't have much to say.I was surprised at the conversation as it went back and forth, mostly because I didn't have much to say. Aaden and Sufi and Jahn seemed perfectly content to talk about politics among themselves, both of the Uncia grilling him about what he knew of the coming political battles between Terra and Pendor, almost as if I weren't there. I ate quietly, feeling oddly releived. I wasn't the subject or the center of conversation, and I felt good about it. Sufi leaned over and tugged on my shirt. "Fah?" "Sufi," I said softly. "Please." "Sorry," he said softly. "You're very quiet. Aaden told me once that you quote never shut up endquote, so I was wondering if something was wrong tonight." "No, not really," I replied, leaning over. "Maybe I'm just not in a very talkative mood tonight." I smiled at him. "Some people would wonder if I was sick, hearing me say that." He nodded. "I understand the feeling perfectly, though." He turned to look over where Aaden and Jahn were wrapped up in some matter or point of order, then back at me. "I've always wanted to ask you a question." "You and everyone else on the ring," I replied, smiling. |