08.Apr.14, 01:03 AM
"Your humour is as charming as always, Z'ia, " J'ver drawled as he watched the bluerider enter his tent. J'ver was loathe to call it his home even with the little touches he had managed to bring down decorating the small space. He was a son of High Reaches and Nabol! Living in a tent was beneath him but it was currently something that had to be done in order to better position themselves yet again. Soon enough they would be back in their true home and ruling the North as they once had. Given that he couldn't even stand presently, J'ver figured ugly canvas walls was the least of his worries. He needed to be out amongst the people to learn secrets, loyalties, and plots. It was why he was calling in some favours secretly to assist him with that. Z'ia was in line for being useful as well given his past helpful hands but J'ver held off on that for now, focusing on the real reason the bluerider was called.
He made no effort to move his wrapped up and rather infuriating leg out of the man's way when he sat down. He wanted to show his wife gratitude but J'ver wasn't about to become Z'ia's whipping boy either. Vixen crooned her approval for such behaviour from her perch atop the material left piled on the table beside the bed. J'ver gave her smile as he patted her on the head and then turned back to Z'ia. "Whether I said it at the time or not, even I know it deserves to be said again. Thank you for pulling me from the debris that night. I'm inclined to believe you saved me from a fate far worse than what we currently see me in."
What could have been mistaken for another pile of material on the bed beside him was picked up. J'ver laid one hand on top of it, pausing a moment to go over the memories again from that night and finally held it out for Z'ia to take. "A token of my gratitude. A custom one of a kind design by me. It should bring out your eyes nicely and even that golden fool you're playing with will be able to appreciate the work of a true sewing genius." No doubt the entire population believed it to be true love between the bluerider and the goldrider but J'ver knew enough about Z'ia to know the man wouldn't settle down, especially not with a girl that innocent and stupid. Z'ia's ability to bluff was why he had been selected to assist in poisoning D'ren after all.
He made no effort to move his wrapped up and rather infuriating leg out of the man's way when he sat down. He wanted to show his wife gratitude but J'ver wasn't about to become Z'ia's whipping boy either. Vixen crooned her approval for such behaviour from her perch atop the material left piled on the table beside the bed. J'ver gave her smile as he patted her on the head and then turned back to Z'ia. "Whether I said it at the time or not, even I know it deserves to be said again. Thank you for pulling me from the debris that night. I'm inclined to believe you saved me from a fate far worse than what we currently see me in."
What could have been mistaken for another pile of material on the bed beside him was picked up. J'ver laid one hand on top of it, pausing a moment to go over the memories again from that night and finally held it out for Z'ia to take. "A token of my gratitude. A custom one of a kind design by me. It should bring out your eyes nicely and even that golden fool you're playing with will be able to appreciate the work of a true sewing genius." No doubt the entire population believed it to be true love between the bluerider and the goldrider but J'ver knew enough about Z'ia to know the man wouldn't settle down, especially not with a girl that innocent and stupid. Z'ia's ability to bluff was why he had been selected to assist in poisoning D'ren after all.