"Phew," Mikhail said while draping his arms over the back of the bench.
"You know, I never took you for someone who could enjoy peace and quiet," Amir said, sitting right next to him with one leg over the other.
"Relative quiet, since you're still talking. Ya' punk."
"I suppose, though I'm hardly the only one. Certainly better than the younglings' yelling though, am I right?" Amir said with a grin.
"For sure…"
Mikhail and Amir simply enjoyed the softer noise level in comparison to the last one, allowing them to listen to what the others were talking about.
The group was divided amongst itself as they engaged in a variety of conversations.
Well, except for Lirim. Mikhail turned his attention to him for a few seconds.
He was sitting on the back edge of the wagon with crossed legs, assuming a sort of meditative stance. Mikhail knew that to be some form of training, but no one had really extrapolated on what kind of training it was.
