Never ending motion way across the ocean
Tempest found his attention drawn from the siblings to Efryx who he observed from across the table. Not understanding the concept of a Nobody, he'd only noted before his likeness to Frey and the light way in which he moved. The tension between his and Frey had been clear enough, but Tempest hadn't thought to question it. These weren't his friends, their affairs were not his own. Whatever relationship, positive or negative, they shared was none of his business. Looking around at the faces of the people around he was almost jealous and yet felt a foreign warmth of inclusion that held his bitterness at bay, if only for a short time.
His eyes soon returned to his plate which was nearly empty by this point. What would he do when it was gone? Ask for more? would he have to leave? The simple solution, he decided, would be to let sit the remaining food and avoid either outcome. The company he tended to avoid seemed now, for whatever reason, desirable. The quiet, almost inaudible sound of his fork scraping across his plate temporarily distracted Tempest from the awkwardness of being thrust into a group he neither wanted to leave nor be included in.
long have I gone So far from my home