12.Feb.21, 07:53 AM
N’mor shrugged slightly, not finding any reason to contest the question, but not finding it entirely true, either. He paid plenty of attention, just not to the things she apparently felt he should. Most women had sewing bits and bobs laying around, such as his aunts, who were forever commissioning clothing for him; apparently missing an arm made for a fun change, challenge, something. N’mor didn’t mind, it meant he had a lot of really nice clothes, some of them he still hadn’t had the chance to wear.
“Nice,” N’mor said mildly, eyeing the table for a moment before smiling. “Not something I can assist with.” He shrugged his right shoulder; sewing did not strike him as something that one would want to attempt with only one arm available for usage. Or spinning. Or knitting. Yes, it was all quite out of his range, though he was sure Z’rin would be able to pull off the tasks, which for some reason N’mor found funny. He smirked at Z’rin for a moment, eyes sparkling, before turning back to Helyna.
“Did you have plans with Vondlyn today?” He asked after a few moments of silence, his expression a mix between hopeful and wary. “I’d like to take him flying. I – Dad used to take me when I was little. They’re some of my fondest memories.” He flushed lightly at sharing that fact, but held his gaze steady on the goldrider, waiting to see if she’d let him take their son for a few hours.
“Nice,” N’mor said mildly, eyeing the table for a moment before smiling. “Not something I can assist with.” He shrugged his right shoulder; sewing did not strike him as something that one would want to attempt with only one arm available for usage. Or spinning. Or knitting. Yes, it was all quite out of his range, though he was sure Z’rin would be able to pull off the tasks, which for some reason N’mor found funny. He smirked at Z’rin for a moment, eyes sparkling, before turning back to Helyna.
“Did you have plans with Vondlyn today?” He asked after a few moments of silence, his expression a mix between hopeful and wary. “I’d like to take him flying. I – Dad used to take me when I was little. They’re some of my fondest memories.” He flushed lightly at sharing that fact, but held his gaze steady on the goldrider, waiting to see if she’d let him take their son for a few hours.