25.Jan.21, 01:19 PM
D’hys moved around his kitchen with ease as he prepared two mugs of chamomile tea. He glanced up at his and a brow raised as he questioned her sudden realisation she owed him and wanted to thank him. Several ideas came to him as ways most people would offer gratitude or expect him to take and given Aederyn was a pretty girl, he wouldn’t have been opposed to it. However, he hadn’t expected her to start talking about the running he enjoyed and where her point finally landed.
Since it was a mild tea, D’hys didn’t bother fishing the leaves out of each mug as he walked around the counter. “Almost. I do take a rest day once a week,” D’hys commented, purposely avoiding answering her offer, though he did take a moment to examine the leather that she held up as he set the mug down beside Aederyn. “As much as I enjoy a good job or run, I do know I need to rest sometimes as well.”
He sat and cradled his mug between his hands, enjoying the faint aroma wafting from the tea as he considered her offer. It was true; she did owe him and it was odd of him to not let her know that or to set the terms himself given the strings he pulled to allow her to stay without attending Healer Hall. He never did, though, and at the time it didn’t seem like bringing her in would be that big of a deal as Candidates were always needed and her existence within the Weyr meant a dragon may live.
Finally he gave a small shrug, more to himself, as he found an answer. “You are the professional when it comes to such things and if you think new shoes would benefit me, I can’t turn that down. You don’t need to make them yourself, however.” D’hys passed it off as if he was concerned she would work too hard on the project but it was more that he wasn’t sure of her skills in leatherworking. But, if they were uncomfortable or started to fall apart, it was easy enough to not wear them.
Since it was a mild tea, D’hys didn’t bother fishing the leaves out of each mug as he walked around the counter. “Almost. I do take a rest day once a week,” D’hys commented, purposely avoiding answering her offer, though he did take a moment to examine the leather that she held up as he set the mug down beside Aederyn. “As much as I enjoy a good job or run, I do know I need to rest sometimes as well.”
He sat and cradled his mug between his hands, enjoying the faint aroma wafting from the tea as he considered her offer. It was true; she did owe him and it was odd of him to not let her know that or to set the terms himself given the strings he pulled to allow her to stay without attending Healer Hall. He never did, though, and at the time it didn’t seem like bringing her in would be that big of a deal as Candidates were always needed and her existence within the Weyr meant a dragon may live.
Finally he gave a small shrug, more to himself, as he found an answer. “You are the professional when it comes to such things and if you think new shoes would benefit me, I can’t turn that down. You don’t need to make them yourself, however.” D’hys passed it off as if he was concerned she would work too hard on the project but it was more that he wasn’t sure of her skills in leatherworking. But, if they were uncomfortable or started to fall apart, it was easy enough to not wear them.