10.Jun.19, 10:12 PM
T’ryn flushed with embarrassment at how excited he was and that it made him forget his manners. At least they knew how much he appreciated their work, though he supposed that meant there wouldn’t be any bargaining done since they knew he definitely wanted certain items. Not that he really bargained anyway. In his mind something was priced a certain way because of how much work went into it so why would be ruin someone else’s livelihood because he couldn’t spend one more mark?
He nodded at the price given for each and then proceeded to ask some technical questions that just ended up boggling his mind even further than it already was. But he really wanted to know about the time taken and if there had been a motivation behind the forest or other scenes the weavers put on their tapestries. He liked that he might be able to pass on the inspiration to others and let the memory of some hidden gem of a place stay alive in the minds of others.
Once he had taken a look at some of the others on display and learned more about the project and the person, T’ryn was ready to make a purchase. Some of the others were pretty as well, but his mind had been made the moment he saw the forest and there wasn’t anything that would change it. He asked for the green ombre one as well, still intent on hanging both in his living room. Maybe the forest should go in his bedroom since it brought him such comfort? No, he wanted to share it with any visitors and it was very unlikely it would be seen in the bedroom unless he purposely ran a tour to it.
As he dug out his small purse of marks from his bag, the master weaver waved it away. Apparently a certain someone had already paid for the forest since it was clear that one would end up coming home if nothing else did. Scowling at N’mor, T’ryn took out the required amount for the other tapestry and had the youngest apprentice help load him up with the larger item while the apprentice followed behind with the smaller one. Even if N’mor could carry one without difficulty, T’ryn wouldn’t have allowed it. His friend had just spoiled him and didn’t deserve having to work now.
The apprentice that wasn’t too much younger than him gawked at the dragons as he waited for T’ryn to secure one tapestry and then the other but he quickly headed back to the stall after the job was done. No doubt he didn’t want to linger in case the master was a strict one and punished him for dawdling. Once they were alone with the dragons, T’ryn turned another scowl on N’mor but it was a half-assed one and then he smiled. “I know I said you could buy me one, but I changed my mind”, after a pause for a chuckle and to make sure N’mor knew he wasn’t serious—not really, though he still felt weird being gifted such a thing, he added, “thanks, Nem. You and Z’rin will have to come over in the next day or two so you can be the first to see them hanging up.”
He nodded at the price given for each and then proceeded to ask some technical questions that just ended up boggling his mind even further than it already was. But he really wanted to know about the time taken and if there had been a motivation behind the forest or other scenes the weavers put on their tapestries. He liked that he might be able to pass on the inspiration to others and let the memory of some hidden gem of a place stay alive in the minds of others.
Once he had taken a look at some of the others on display and learned more about the project and the person, T’ryn was ready to make a purchase. Some of the others were pretty as well, but his mind had been made the moment he saw the forest and there wasn’t anything that would change it. He asked for the green ombre one as well, still intent on hanging both in his living room. Maybe the forest should go in his bedroom since it brought him such comfort? No, he wanted to share it with any visitors and it was very unlikely it would be seen in the bedroom unless he purposely ran a tour to it.
As he dug out his small purse of marks from his bag, the master weaver waved it away. Apparently a certain someone had already paid for the forest since it was clear that one would end up coming home if nothing else did. Scowling at N’mor, T’ryn took out the required amount for the other tapestry and had the youngest apprentice help load him up with the larger item while the apprentice followed behind with the smaller one. Even if N’mor could carry one without difficulty, T’ryn wouldn’t have allowed it. His friend had just spoiled him and didn’t deserve having to work now.
The apprentice that wasn’t too much younger than him gawked at the dragons as he waited for T’ryn to secure one tapestry and then the other but he quickly headed back to the stall after the job was done. No doubt he didn’t want to linger in case the master was a strict one and punished him for dawdling. Once they were alone with the dragons, T’ryn turned another scowl on N’mor but it was a half-assed one and then he smiled. “I know I said you could buy me one, but I changed my mind”, after a pause for a chuckle and to make sure N’mor knew he wasn’t serious—not really, though he still felt weird being gifted such a thing, he added, “thanks, Nem. You and Z’rin will have to come over in the next day or two so you can be the first to see them hanging up.”