07.Aug.18, 09:55 AM
Skinning cats, with only one hand, required a great deal of dedication and skill. N’mor had practiced skinning smaller animals for months before he’d first been game to try his hand – literally – at a feline once more. He wasn’t as good at it as he used to be; that tended to happen when you lost your dominant hand; but he wasn’t too bad and he managed not to spoil the hide. Rhezalth didn’t tend to enjoy it as much, because N’mor made him hoist the creature up and turn it around for him so he could focus on keeping the hide whole. The dragon was rewarded by being allowed to eat all the leftovers.
N’mor turned to glance over at T’ryn when his fellow bronzerider spoke, considering for a moment before scrunching his nose up slightly. “Naa,” he said, shrugging slightly and glancing at the carcass that Rhezalth was holding, the dragon staring down at T’ryn in disgust for his idea of giving the meat away. “Predators don’t taste that great, and I’d rather not encourage the kitchen to feed them to us.” He grinned, and wiped his cheek on his shoulder. “We could always have the fat lumps grab a couple of wherries or something before we leave?”
The kitchen might appreciate some fat, fresh wherries if they brought them, or they might be told to clean them up and prepare them themselves. It was hard to tell without knowing who would be in charge of the kitchen when they got home; there were a couple of women there that N’mor was pretty sure should definitely be avoided when it came to arriving with meat, if their reactions to things like berries could be used as a guide. Thinking of berries, though..! N’mor leaned over to wipe his hand on a patch of still-green and clean grass.
“There were some wild berries back a few lengths,” he said, looking over at T’ryn eagerly. “We should collect some before we leave!” The wicked grin said the only place such a collection would be going was his stomach, but pale eyes sparkled nonetheless and N’mor waved at Rhezalth when the dragon whined before asking outright if he could please eat the damned meat he was holding already. “Did you see any ponds or streams nearby?” N’mor asked, stashing his skinning knife away. “We can put the hides away somewhere safe to dry a bit before we travel home, while we clean up.” He didn’t think anyone would come along and steal them, but wild Whers might make off with them, if they were especially unlucky.
N’mor turned to glance over at T’ryn when his fellow bronzerider spoke, considering for a moment before scrunching his nose up slightly. “Naa,” he said, shrugging slightly and glancing at the carcass that Rhezalth was holding, the dragon staring down at T’ryn in disgust for his idea of giving the meat away. “Predators don’t taste that great, and I’d rather not encourage the kitchen to feed them to us.” He grinned, and wiped his cheek on his shoulder. “We could always have the fat lumps grab a couple of wherries or something before we leave?”
The kitchen might appreciate some fat, fresh wherries if they brought them, or they might be told to clean them up and prepare them themselves. It was hard to tell without knowing who would be in charge of the kitchen when they got home; there were a couple of women there that N’mor was pretty sure should definitely be avoided when it came to arriving with meat, if their reactions to things like berries could be used as a guide. Thinking of berries, though..! N’mor leaned over to wipe his hand on a patch of still-green and clean grass.
“There were some wild berries back a few lengths,” he said, looking over at T’ryn eagerly. “We should collect some before we leave!” The wicked grin said the only place such a collection would be going was his stomach, but pale eyes sparkled nonetheless and N’mor waved at Rhezalth when the dragon whined before asking outright if he could please eat the damned meat he was holding already. “Did you see any ponds or streams nearby?” N’mor asked, stashing his skinning knife away. “We can put the hides away somewhere safe to dry a bit before we travel home, while we clean up.” He didn’t think anyone would come along and steal them, but wild Whers might make off with them, if they were especially unlucky.