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01.Jan.18, 06:54 PM
Coroth eyed the bronze dragon for a moment as if considering in great detail where she wanted him to be. She didn’t Erinath, finding him to be more pleasant than some of the other bronze and brown dragons around. You may stay. I’ll shove you out when I’ve decided you’ve taken up enough of my space. She rumbled with amusement even as she repositioned herself so Erinath could try to make himself as comfortable as he could in her smaller weyr.
“I don’t mind at all!” C’dhin waved for An’tell to follow deeper inside and away from the still cool morning air. He paused when An’tell did and frowned as the man pulled out a slim box and held it out for him to take. He took it with a slight hesitation that wasn’t borne from suspicion so much as, no it was suspicion. What was in the box and why was he being given it? One way to find out and C’dhin popped the lid off to find the sheathed blades that he quickly and carefully fumbled with so he could inspect each beautiful and well-crafted knife that put his current ones to shame. He kept meaning to replace them but hadn’t had the time to properly look into it and find the best maker around.
“Thank you. These are amazing. And of course I want them,” C’dhin laughed at the idea that he wouldn’t want the knives. The only problem with accepting the gift was he wasn’t expecting it and felt like he should return the gesture but didn’t have anything to give. Except, he thought as he walked into his kitchen, hoping An’tell followed, he did have something and it involved using the new blades.
“Make yourself at home,” C’dhin pointed to the kitchen table and chairs before turning his attention to the loaf of bread he had made the day before. The serrated blade was selected and after a quick cleaning and a moment to admire it again, the loaf was sliced up. “What made you think of me?” He wondered if he was thought of first and then the gift sought out or if the blades were spotted and then he came to mind. Either way, he was incredibly flattered to be thought of at all and to be given such a nice gift.
He didn’t have much fruit stocked at the moment but C’dhin took what he had and prepped them with the appropriate blade as well. The fruit was then added to another plate and both were brought over to the table, the silent offer to dig in given when the snacks were pushed a bit closer to An’tell before C’dhin sat down.
“I don’t mind at all!” C’dhin waved for An’tell to follow deeper inside and away from the still cool morning air. He paused when An’tell did and frowned as the man pulled out a slim box and held it out for him to take. He took it with a slight hesitation that wasn’t borne from suspicion so much as, no it was suspicion. What was in the box and why was he being given it? One way to find out and C’dhin popped the lid off to find the sheathed blades that he quickly and carefully fumbled with so he could inspect each beautiful and well-crafted knife that put his current ones to shame. He kept meaning to replace them but hadn’t had the time to properly look into it and find the best maker around.
“Thank you. These are amazing. And of course I want them,” C’dhin laughed at the idea that he wouldn’t want the knives. The only problem with accepting the gift was he wasn’t expecting it and felt like he should return the gesture but didn’t have anything to give. Except, he thought as he walked into his kitchen, hoping An’tell followed, he did have something and it involved using the new blades.
“Make yourself at home,” C’dhin pointed to the kitchen table and chairs before turning his attention to the loaf of bread he had made the day before. The serrated blade was selected and after a quick cleaning and a moment to admire it again, the loaf was sliced up. “What made you think of me?” He wondered if he was thought of first and then the gift sought out or if the blades were spotted and then he came to mind. Either way, he was incredibly flattered to be thought of at all and to be given such a nice gift.
He didn’t have much fruit stocked at the moment but C’dhin took what he had and prepped them with the appropriate blade as well. The fruit was then added to another plate and both were brought over to the table, the silent offer to dig in given when the snacks were pushed a bit closer to An’tell before C’dhin sat down.
