22.Dec.17, 04:37 AM
Since running into G’iri at Telgar, An’tell had started thinking about all the people he used to know before moving to Fort. Once he thought to consider it, An’tell realized there were a good number of acquaintances, and even a few friends, he’d lost contact with over the turns. Seeing G’iri again had been nice, so An’tell figured he’d begin trying to reconnect with some of the people he’d stopped spending any time with.
A few days ago An’tell had been in Fort Hold on business, but had had some time to kill while there. He’d spent his time looking over the smithcraft wares being sold in the market, which he did enjoy despite the severe pangs of nostalgia that plagued him every time he looked at a finely worked piece he never gained the skills to make or a piece he deemed shoddy workmanship. A stall selling kitchenwares had caught his eye, as the craftsmanship for them was high quality. The seller had been explaining the uses of different types of knives for different foods and techniques that An’tell can’t say he followed, but it remained him of C’dhin.
An’tell had never been overly close to C’dhin, but they had shared a love for their respective crafts that being Stolen hadn’t changed. C’dhin may have adapted to Katila more easily than An’tell himself had, but the baker was friendly and easy to get along with. He had even managed to talk to An’tell when he was still in his grumpy hate-dragonriders-for-ruining-my-life phase (Not a phrase he used, Erinath had heard it from someone else and found it amusing). C’dhin had talked to him about cooking and baking during many of those conversations, and the culinary blades had reminded him of the greenrider. An’tell rather impulsively purchased a few as gifts, and an excuse to get reacquainted.
So, on a crisp morning that was miraculously clear of obligations, An’tell headed to Telgar Weyr to deliver his gift. He and Erinath blinked out of between above the Weyr and began slowly gliding down.
”Could you contact Coroth and ask if C’dhin is available, please?” An’tell asked his dragon as they descended.
I can and will. The bronze responded, sending a friendly greeting and An’tell’s question to Coroth.
A few days ago An’tell had been in Fort Hold on business, but had had some time to kill while there. He’d spent his time looking over the smithcraft wares being sold in the market, which he did enjoy despite the severe pangs of nostalgia that plagued him every time he looked at a finely worked piece he never gained the skills to make or a piece he deemed shoddy workmanship. A stall selling kitchenwares had caught his eye, as the craftsmanship for them was high quality. The seller had been explaining the uses of different types of knives for different foods and techniques that An’tell can’t say he followed, but it remained him of C’dhin.
An’tell had never been overly close to C’dhin, but they had shared a love for their respective crafts that being Stolen hadn’t changed. C’dhin may have adapted to Katila more easily than An’tell himself had, but the baker was friendly and easy to get along with. He had even managed to talk to An’tell when he was still in his grumpy hate-dragonriders-for-ruining-my-life phase (Not a phrase he used, Erinath had heard it from someone else and found it amusing). C’dhin had talked to him about cooking and baking during many of those conversations, and the culinary blades had reminded him of the greenrider. An’tell rather impulsively purchased a few as gifts, and an excuse to get reacquainted.
So, on a crisp morning that was miraculously clear of obligations, An’tell headed to Telgar Weyr to deliver his gift. He and Erinath blinked out of between above the Weyr and began slowly gliding down.
”Could you contact Coroth and ask if C’dhin is available, please?” An’tell asked his dragon as they descended.
I can and will. The bronze responded, sending a friendly greeting and An’tell’s question to Coroth.