31.Jan.21, 12:21 AM
She quirked an eyebrow at the man. “Of course, I want to do them, it’s no trouble. I want to ensure they’re done properly, after all. A Runner takes great pride in the construction of their shoes, most making or at least mending their own.” She adjusted herself on her seat, placing the leather neatly back at her side. “I’ve been fitting, stitching, and repairing shoes since I could hold a needle. I may not have had the experience of treating the leather before, or of the fine finishing work, but now that I’ve been working with Cazan, building that knowledge, I can oversee this project from beginning to end.” She smirked in mild satisfaction, then picked up the mug of tea he’d placed beside her, enjoying the subtle aroma and humming quietly in satisfaction. She hadn’t placed him as a tea drinker. He seemed more like a klah person, or even coffee. Another small surprise with this man. Hm.
A small half-smile played at the corner of her mouth as she watched him, trying to guess as to his thoughts. Usually she was quite decisive…with her thoughts, opinions…and whether or not she liked a person. D’hys was…something else. Thoughts of their first meeting played through her mind. She still couldn’t quite determine if she liked him or not. He was difficult to read. Something about the man was fascinating and exciting, like standing at the peak of a precipice, and she found herself venturing toward that cliff-edge once more. Did she dare peek over? Faranth, what was wrong with her? He was just another blue rider. Another man. What was it about him that she found unsettling? She sipped at the tea, letting the warmth and flavor push aside thoughts of his piercing blue eyes. “So, I’ll just take a few measurements and be on my way.” Setting the mug down again, she picked up the measuring tape where she’d set it aside, moving to do as she said. “Unless you’d rather another piece? Besides shoes?”
A small half-smile played at the corner of her mouth as she watched him, trying to guess as to his thoughts. Usually she was quite decisive…with her thoughts, opinions…and whether or not she liked a person. D’hys was…something else. Thoughts of their first meeting played through her mind. She still couldn’t quite determine if she liked him or not. He was difficult to read. Something about the man was fascinating and exciting, like standing at the peak of a precipice, and she found herself venturing toward that cliff-edge once more. Did she dare peek over? Faranth, what was wrong with her? He was just another blue rider. Another man. What was it about him that she found unsettling? She sipped at the tea, letting the warmth and flavor push aside thoughts of his piercing blue eyes. “So, I’ll just take a few measurements and be on my way.” Setting the mug down again, she picked up the measuring tape where she’d set it aside, moving to do as she said. “Unless you’d rather another piece? Besides shoes?”