05.Dec.15, 01:24 AM
N’mor kept an eye out behind them when his friend took the lead, though the way he was looking around couldn’t have been any more suspicious if he tried, there was no one there to see it for the most part. Grinning, the young bronzerider bounced on the balls of his feet as he waited for T’ryn to signal it was safe to cross before slipping into the room behind his friend. A soft, breathy laugh was released as T’ryn tried to jinx their luck.
“Touch-wood it stays that way!” It was a weird saying, but that didn’t stop N’mor from slapping the wooden walls as he made his way towards the stockpile of leather. A quick glance told that most of the leather scraps were exactly that; crappy scraps left over by the younger weyrlings. Pursing his lips, N’mor dug through the small piles with his remaining hand, before finally arriving at the ‘good’ pile. “Ahh!” From there, it only took a few moments to gather up the required pieces of leather – the right thickness, the right width, and longer than he thought would be needed. Perfect.
Slipping up behind T’ryn, N’mor poked him in the ribs. “Can you take some of these?” Some of the strips were quite long, and in the rush, N’mor didn’t have a chance to fold them up before grabbing them, increasing his likeliness of tripping on a piece. “We better bolt.” But the grin on his lips belied his worry about getting into trouble. It would delay their chance to fix Rhezalth’s strap, but he doubted they’d get into so much trouble to delay the hunting trip tomorrow; probably they’d just get scolded at and asked why they didn’t simply ask for the leather.
Because that would be no fun! Adults are so dumb.
N’mor snorted out a laugh that turned into a cough.
“Touch-wood it stays that way!” It was a weird saying, but that didn’t stop N’mor from slapping the wooden walls as he made his way towards the stockpile of leather. A quick glance told that most of the leather scraps were exactly that; crappy scraps left over by the younger weyrlings. Pursing his lips, N’mor dug through the small piles with his remaining hand, before finally arriving at the ‘good’ pile. “Ahh!” From there, it only took a few moments to gather up the required pieces of leather – the right thickness, the right width, and longer than he thought would be needed. Perfect.
Slipping up behind T’ryn, N’mor poked him in the ribs. “Can you take some of these?” Some of the strips were quite long, and in the rush, N’mor didn’t have a chance to fold them up before grabbing them, increasing his likeliness of tripping on a piece. “We better bolt.” But the grin on his lips belied his worry about getting into trouble. It would delay their chance to fix Rhezalth’s strap, but he doubted they’d get into so much trouble to delay the hunting trip tomorrow; probably they’d just get scolded at and asked why they didn’t simply ask for the leather.
N’mor snorted out a laugh that turned into a cough.