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"Don't worry about it." Jericho said "We all have things that we're good and bad at. Me? I get horrifically ill when I'm out at sea, which, coming from someone who was born into a ship craft hall, is just plain shameful." he said with a derisive laugh at himself, though not overly harsh. It was apparent that this short coming of his no longer bothered him so much as it once had.
The man looked back at Panata just in time to see the color drain from his face as he laid eyes on the two dragons across the way. He gave a surreptitious glance between the two of them, and decided not to ask. It was apparent it was the dragons that were bothering the boy, and that was enough to resolve him into action. The flitting about of his worried firelizard only proved the fact.
"Shards, its getting cold out here..." he said, and placed his large hand lightly on Panata's shoulder to bring his attention away from the bathing dragons "How about we go beg some klah off the cooks? Maybe they'll have some rolls too." he said with a hopeful grin "All this cold weather makes me hungry."

"Depends on the Craft." Jericho said with a smile. After all, he was a shipcrafter, so it was practically his job to be out on the ocean. Or, rather, it was everyone else's job to be out at sea, he just made the boats.
"Don't like Klah? Well, I'm sure we can find something for you as a substitute. I'm sure they could spare something for Meisir too." He said "You'll have to lead the way though, I have no idea where the kitchen is."
The man looked from the boy to his firelizard, glad to see that the little creature seemed to be helping soothe Panata. The little flits could certainly be useful when they felt like it.
They made their way into the Weyr and a wave of warmth washed over Jericho, making him sigh in relief. The chill outdoors seemed to have been growing even as they had stood there by the lake. With the fires roaring in the hearths, the man felt much better.
He looked around curiously, this being his first time in the main chamber of the Weyr where everyone gathered to eat and drink, and do whatever other large chores needed doing. It was immense, but then again, there were a lot of people in the Weyr.
His desire for food and hot drink diverted his attention though, and he looked around for the door most likely to lead to the kitchens. "Which way?" he asked, looking down to the younger boy for guidance.

Jericho nodded in agreement as Panata led the way to the kitchens "I'm the same way, though I'm a journeyman now. I love shipbuilding, it was my life before today. It wasn't my first choice, though, I was supposed to train to eventually become a captain like my father. What with the whole seasickness though..." he shrugged "So I switched to ship building. I'm glad I did though."
The man ducked into the narrow hallway behind Panata, chuckling quietly. "Possibly, though I would think it'd be pretty hard to starve in a Weyr this large. Chances are Meisir would just get too fat to fly." he laughed quietly at the image in his head of such a chubby firelizard.
Looking around them at the dimly lit path, Jericho figured that it must be a little used hallway. Handy, though, that was for sure. He made a mental note to remember where it was for future use. The heavenly scent of baking bread and savory meats wafted down the hall and Jer knew they must be getting closer to their destination. His stomach rumbled slightly in response the the smells. He had used food as an excuse to get Panata indoors away from the dragons that seemed to bother him so, but apparently he really was hungry. Good thing they were heading there after all, he mused.

"I usually try not to boast. There's always room for improvement no matter what your craft or your level within it. Granted, not everyone sees it that way but..." he shrugged "But everyone has a right to show off every once and awhile." he finished with a smile.
The smile quickly turned into a laugh at the little browns offense at being called chubby. "My apologies, Meisir." he said with a grin, nodding his head slightly to the flit, sending him a feeling of apology, and wondering if he would pick up on it. "I'm certain you are very good at catching the ladies."
Jericho nearly continued on when Panata took a sharp turn into a side hall that he didn't spot while talking to the boy's firelizard. He spun on heel and quickly followed after the boy and was soon accosted by the sounds and smells of a busy kitchen. He didn't see anything near at hand, but using his greater height to see over the heads of the cooks, he spotted a plate of rolls a few tables over.
"Ah, there's a dish of rolls over there." he said, pointing. He pulled on a serious face and walked into the kitchen, looking as though he were on a mission. No need to question him, he was a journeyman on a mission...or so his stance and face said. It seemed to work well enough because he hardly got more than a passing look from any of the cooks as he gathered up a few rolls and snagged a cup of Klah and some water before turning on heel and walking back out again.
He met Panata at the entrance and motioned for him to move back into the hallway. Once in the main, narrow hallway again, Jer settled himself down on the floor and parceled out their loot.
"Mission accomplished." he said cheerfully as he took a large bite out of one of the fresh, hot rolls.

"Being old does have its uses." Jericho mused as he took another bite of his roll "I'm sure most people will take me for something other than a candidate for awhile." He shrugged and smiled at the boy, showing that it didn't bother him too much. Jericho was very much aware that he was rather on the old side to be a candidate, but he didn't care. He was willing to try just about anything to get out from under his father's thumb at home. If that meant being the odd man out amongst the candidates at the Weyr, then so be it. Especially if it meant a chance at a dragon of his own.
He couldn't help but laugh when the little flit stole Panata's roll on its way to his mouth. "Have to move faster than that, Panata." Jericho said amidst his chuckles "first come first served?" he mused as it took a sip of his klah, looking over the rim of his cup at the boy and his firelizard, which seemed more than a little pleased with itself. Putting the cup down, Jericho handed Pan another roll "Better make sure this one gets to your belly, not his." he said with a grin.
A moment of silence covered by two boys eating rolls passed and Jer spoke up again "So, as a junior apprentice glasscrafter, what kind of things do you make?" he asked curiously. He didn't know much about the craft, or most crafts that weren't his own in general really. He was always interested in hearing about them though.

"Nah, you'll grow out of that round face sooner or later." Jericho said, handing him a cup of water to wash down the hastily eaten roll with. "I was pretty round faced when I was young too." he admitted "I was even worse off than you were, what with the curls and all." he said, pulling at one of the offending strands of honey golden hair. "I was really slim for a long time too, you've got some muscle on you at least." Jericho pointed out as he took another drink of his Klah.
He smothered a chuckle at the little brown firelizard's antics as he listened to the boy explain his jobs in his craft. "I see, sounds interesting. Must take a lot of work to keep those bellows moving." He grinned slightly when Panata admitted that it was fun watching people worry over him because he was so small.
"I can tell," Jericho said with a nod as he took a bite of roll "sadly, you'll hit your growth spurt one of these days and then people will expect you to be strong." he said with a mock sigh. "Like me. People are always asking me to carry things around and pull things down off of high shelves." he sounded put upon, but there was amusement in his eyes, showing that it was all in jest. He actually quite liked helping people most of the time.

"Well, you never know. You might join your brother some day. Some boys don't hit their growthspurt until later in their teens. Even if you don't, don't let it get to you. Height isn't everything. Granted, you might find that hard to swallow from a guy over six feet tall." he said with a wry smile. He hoped that the boy didn't get teased overmuch for his lack of inches. He couldn't help his parentage after all, but children could be cruel.
Jericho watched the boy thoughtfully as Panata absently fed his flit and started speaking again. He finished off the roll and kept his blue eyes on the boy, frowning slightly in thought.
"Well, then you'll just have to do something about it." Jericho said firmly, following up with a slight smile "Put yourself out there, go out of your way to help people with things. They'll get the message eventually that they shouldn't treat you like you can't handle things. If you want people not to think of you as useless, then find a use for yourself while you're here in the Weyr and not doing classes." he pointed out "If someone offers to help you, but you know you can handle it on your own, turn them down. You don't have to take help if you don't need it, after all. People will notice, and soon they'll ask you for help, instead of offer it."