29.Dec.17, 10:19 PM
We have been invited in. Erinath informed his rider, angling his wings to direct them to the weyr ledge where he knew Coroth to be. They spent the next minute or so gently coasting to the target opening in the cliff. Erinath took a moment to consider how much space he had to maneuver (he was never sure with weyrs made for greens) before landing, careful to watch his wings and where Coroth was standing to make sure he did not bump her.
Hello, Coroth. Thank you for opening your weyr to us. Would you prefer if I stayed elsewhere? I know I make it a bit cramped. He said to the green, the last bit apologetically, as An’tell slid off his neck.
“Hello, C’dhin. It’s been a while.” He said, nodding at the other man. “Partially my fault, I believe. I realized I’ve isolating myself in Fort a bit, thought I ought to start talking to friends I’ve been neglecting. You included.” An’tell’s mouth quirked into an apologetic smile at that, trying to indicate he put no blame on anyone but himself for not seeing them. “I hope you don’t mind me stopping by. This isn’t a bad time, is it?” He asked, walking farther into the weyr towards the door C’dhin stood by.
“Ah, I almost forgot, I brought something for you, if you want it.” An’tell said, taking a moment to rummage in his bag before pulling out a slim wooden box and holding it out where C’dhin could reach it. The box contained three knives: one ‘standard,’ multi-purpose knife, a serrated knife for breads and the like, and a curved blade that he’d been told was best for peeling fruits and vegetables. They all had leather sheathes covering the blades to protect the knives, as well as anyone handling them.
Hello, Coroth. Thank you for opening your weyr to us. Would you prefer if I stayed elsewhere? I know I make it a bit cramped. He said to the green, the last bit apologetically, as An’tell slid off his neck.
“Hello, C’dhin. It’s been a while.” He said, nodding at the other man. “Partially my fault, I believe. I realized I’ve isolating myself in Fort a bit, thought I ought to start talking to friends I’ve been neglecting. You included.” An’tell’s mouth quirked into an apologetic smile at that, trying to indicate he put no blame on anyone but himself for not seeing them. “I hope you don’t mind me stopping by. This isn’t a bad time, is it?” He asked, walking farther into the weyr towards the door C’dhin stood by.
“Ah, I almost forgot, I brought something for you, if you want it.” An’tell said, taking a moment to rummage in his bag before pulling out a slim wooden box and holding it out where C’dhin could reach it. The box contained three knives: one ‘standard,’ multi-purpose knife, a serrated knife for breads and the like, and a curved blade that he’d been told was best for peeling fruits and vegetables. They all had leather sheathes covering the blades to protect the knives, as well as anyone handling them.