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17.Apr.16, 12:27 AM
Khoemi barely managed to refrain from rolling his eyes when he felt someone come to a halt not far behind him. He was quite tempted to ignore the fellow, and was unsure why he didn’t do exactly that, even as he turned around to see who was speaking to him. Expressive hazel eyes took in the anxious expression on the other man’s face, noting their similar height just moments before he took note of the dragonrider attire. Khoemi’s expression stiffened into something that was supposed to be blank but mostly just made him look somewhat constipated.
The first response Khoemi had brewing behind his lips was a sarcastic snip about how he wasn’t a baker, and thus, why would he know such things? Unfortunately, while he may not be a baker, he was prone to being dragged along on outings with his wife; she wasn’t a baker by any means, but she did happen to know where most of the good ingredients could be scored and how to put together simple sweets. Khoemi preferred it when she didn’t make such attempts – after all, they had household staff for such things!
So, instead of making snarky comments, Khoemi settled for staring in what he hoped was an unsettling way at the anxious looking dragonrider (How did one tell what type they were, again?) who looked far from the self-important and imposing figures Khoemi was used to seeing strutting around. He looked a bit old to be one of the hatchling riders, but the man was quite sure he was no one of interest in the scale of things.
“My wife prefers the one a distance in that direction.” And he pointed to back up his statement. It wasn’t a far hike down the path, though the milling shoppers could make the short distance feel like an eternity. Khoemi was not fond of the store; it smelled strongly of an assortment of herbs and spices that made him sneeze and gave him a headache. “I forget the name, but it has flowers painted on the sign. You can’t miss it.”
Staring pointedly at the dragonrider, Khoemi waited for him to take his leave.
The first response Khoemi had brewing behind his lips was a sarcastic snip about how he wasn’t a baker, and thus, why would he know such things? Unfortunately, while he may not be a baker, he was prone to being dragged along on outings with his wife; she wasn’t a baker by any means, but she did happen to know where most of the good ingredients could be scored and how to put together simple sweets. Khoemi preferred it when she didn’t make such attempts – after all, they had household staff for such things!
So, instead of making snarky comments, Khoemi settled for staring in what he hoped was an unsettling way at the anxious looking dragonrider (How did one tell what type they were, again?) who looked far from the self-important and imposing figures Khoemi was used to seeing strutting around. He looked a bit old to be one of the hatchling riders, but the man was quite sure he was no one of interest in the scale of things.
“My wife prefers the one a distance in that direction.” And he pointed to back up his statement. It wasn’t a far hike down the path, though the milling shoppers could make the short distance feel like an eternity. Khoemi was not fond of the store; it smelled strongly of an assortment of herbs and spices that made him sneeze and gave him a headache. “I forget the name, but it has flowers painted on the sign. You can’t miss it.”
Staring pointedly at the dragonrider, Khoemi waited for him to take his leave.
