Falienn had always been deft of hand, nimble fingers rotating the tuber to peel it without more than a glance, or any hesitation. Honestly this sort of task was beneath him, but it was mindless, and it was easy, and it didn't take much thought. It was better than some of the fouler chores, but he still wanted to have it done as fast as he could and be on his way.
Thankfully the other candidates around had been mum, been focused, and hadn't talked to him. Or hadn't until one did, looking up from some deep thought or other (what could be so interesting about tubers?!) to open his trap. Ionan. Great. He met the other boy's stare head on, fingers still nimbly twisting the tuber, his peeling slowing but not stopping even as he kept his stare on the other candidate, not the tuber. "...Falienn," He eventually offered, because he could just tell this kid was the type to be social, welcome or not.
He set the peeled tuber aside and scooped up another, glancing at it, and then again setting to peeling without watching what he was doing. It was almost as if he felt his way along the root as he cut, sensitive fingers able to tell where the eyes and dips in the root were, what needed peeled, and how close his own hands were to the blade.
