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"Crap, Friesden I'm sorry!" Granite says, pulling her into a hug. "P-p-please d-d-don't cry! Please don't cry, please don't cry, pleasedontcry pleasedontcry!" Granite repeats softly, tears forming.

"Crap Friesden, I'm sorry! Let's... just sit down and eat... or something..." Granite says, his eyes flash with worry.

"Alright, Jaxler punching Stiletto it is..." Granite sighs. "Friesden can you laugh?" He asks.

"Your welcome... I think..." replies Granite. "Um, do you want to go see if the line died down at the dinning hall?"

"That bad, huh? I can take it you're not to keen on the killing of animals?" Granite takes a quick glance at Friesden's cutie mark. "Ivory tusks? You know that can mean something completely unrelated to bone-carving right? Like what if it relates to the traits of an elephant? An indomitable being capable of inflicting massive amounts of horrors but yet chooses not to, and also never forgets and never forgives?" Granite says with a little laugh. "But anyway, did Flux tell you about his crucible story?"

Granite takes a moment to examine his surroundings. It is a pleasant night. The stars above are easily visible, and there's this calm air given off by the nearby trees. He looks up and sees a shooting star. "Friesden look, it's a shooting star! I have never seen such a mystical display of such irony in my entire life! Isn't it beautiful?" Granite says, completely faking appreciation in his voice.

As they walk through the meadows, absolutely nothing interesting happens at all. The night was silent. No crickets were chirping, no wolves were howling, nothing. Silence. In Dawnpick. "Friesden I'm sorry if this is the worst time you have ever had, I suck..." Granite sighs. "I sincerely doubt this could get worse..." Granite looks off into the distance.