21.Oct.19, 02:02 AM
That wasn't the first time he'd been referred to as a pillow but considering it usually came from R'dal and he used everyone as a pillow, it was a little weird hearing it from someone else. It was nice, knowing he was apparently deemed safe enough to sleep on but still a little weird. He supposed it fit since it came from F'drel, a man T'ryn had decided right away liked his space, being alert to everything around him, and didn't seem the sort to handle surprises well. So yes, it was weird but also reassuring to know that he was seen as a safe space. That was probably how everyone viewed him. Take the bronzerider out of the forest and he becomes subdued and probably boring in the eyes of some.
"If you should wake before me, help yourself to anything," he really was boring, T'ryn thought, realising that even the papers on his desk were just about his family tree and R'nd's impossibly long list of women he'd slept with over the last twenty years. F'drel wouldn't find anything exciting or scandalous if he went snooping. "Or head out for the postponed bath or home. I won't take offence to it." T'ryn promised, especially given how sleepy he was. Flights could really take it out of you, even the shorter green Flights! T'ryn suspected that was partly Syrendryth's fault who was still radiating smugness and his own desire to not move for the rest of the day.
When a noncommittal noise was given, T'ryn took that as confirmation that F'drel heard what he said but was too tired to continue any level of conversation and fell silent as well. Honestly, it almost felt like this was the most they had ever talked since their first time meeting on the beach. They both understood that constant chatter wasn't needed and were happy to drop into silence for a while. Like now, though that was more due to the pull of sleep that soon won T'ryn over as he closed his eyes.
"If you should wake before me, help yourself to anything," he really was boring, T'ryn thought, realising that even the papers on his desk were just about his family tree and R'nd's impossibly long list of women he'd slept with over the last twenty years. F'drel wouldn't find anything exciting or scandalous if he went snooping. "Or head out for the postponed bath or home. I won't take offence to it." T'ryn promised, especially given how sleepy he was. Flights could really take it out of you, even the shorter green Flights! T'ryn suspected that was partly Syrendryth's fault who was still radiating smugness and his own desire to not move for the rest of the day.
When a noncommittal noise was given, T'ryn took that as confirmation that F'drel heard what he said but was too tired to continue any level of conversation and fell silent as well. Honestly, it almost felt like this was the most they had ever talked since their first time meeting on the beach. They both understood that constant chatter wasn't needed and were happy to drop into silence for a while. Like now, though that was more due to the pull of sleep that soon won T'ryn over as he closed his eyes.