28.May.19, 03:12 AM
"You do realise that her childhood crush on you won't save you and she will probably kill you if you did that," T'ryn was laughing at the idea of dragging Mylorah along without giving her the choice, or even letting her know what was happening before they landed and she figured it out. Actually, he'd likely be the one to end up dead since she'd be flying in with him and he'd be the nearest target for her rage. The girl was annoyingly happy and positive and hard to anger, but he had a feeling that surprising her with family would be an easy way to invoke strong emotions.
At N'mor's quip about not dragging Mylorah along for his own birthday, T'ryn laughed again and only felt slightly bad for using his sister for a continuous joke. "Trust me, we don't have to look too hard for siblings," T'ryn knew of a few more that R'nd didn't know about but they were like Mylorah and didn't seem to care about knowing their father. One kind of did but wasn't sure they wanted the attention and the large family gatherings that came along with it so T'ryn did his best not to draw attention to them. After all, he had accidentally outed Ayontay with the family tree he left lying around when R'nd visited. At least Ayontay wanted to know the bluerider but had been too shy to say anything.
"Anyway, I'll ask her when we get back. She'll likely say no but... oh, I almost forgot!" T'ryn grinned at N'mor as he took his friend's hand and changed course. He wasn't huge on celebrating his birthday but he loved making sure his friends were well and truly treated on theirs. N'mor was a special exception where he got gifts on his actual day but also got something else when it came to T'ryn's birthday. He continued dragging his friend along, refusing to give even a hint about where they were going until they were at the counter of the leather worker.
"Hi! I placed a special order a week ago and was hoping it was ready," T'ryn had enlisted Z'rin's assistance with the mission. The bluerider had played distraction for an afternoon--and he could only imagine how--while T'ryn took N'mor's specially made riding boots down to the local master crafter and returned them later on. He knew his friend didn't need a new pair of those specifically, but his dress pair were getting a bit worn and it wasn't as easy to simply order a pair for him.
When the new pair was placed on the counter, T'ryn paid the other half of the marks and then held the boots up for inspection by N'mor. "Happy my birthday, Nem!"
At N'mor's quip about not dragging Mylorah along for his own birthday, T'ryn laughed again and only felt slightly bad for using his sister for a continuous joke. "Trust me, we don't have to look too hard for siblings," T'ryn knew of a few more that R'nd didn't know about but they were like Mylorah and didn't seem to care about knowing their father. One kind of did but wasn't sure they wanted the attention and the large family gatherings that came along with it so T'ryn did his best not to draw attention to them. After all, he had accidentally outed Ayontay with the family tree he left lying around when R'nd visited. At least Ayontay wanted to know the bluerider but had been too shy to say anything.
"Anyway, I'll ask her when we get back. She'll likely say no but... oh, I almost forgot!" T'ryn grinned at N'mor as he took his friend's hand and changed course. He wasn't huge on celebrating his birthday but he loved making sure his friends were well and truly treated on theirs. N'mor was a special exception where he got gifts on his actual day but also got something else when it came to T'ryn's birthday. He continued dragging his friend along, refusing to give even a hint about where they were going until they were at the counter of the leather worker.
"Hi! I placed a special order a week ago and was hoping it was ready," T'ryn had enlisted Z'rin's assistance with the mission. The bluerider had played distraction for an afternoon--and he could only imagine how--while T'ryn took N'mor's specially made riding boots down to the local master crafter and returned them later on. He knew his friend didn't need a new pair of those specifically, but his dress pair were getting a bit worn and it wasn't as easy to simply order a pair for him.
When the new pair was placed on the counter, T'ryn paid the other half of the marks and then held the boots up for inspection by N'mor. "Happy my birthday, Nem!"