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29.May.19, 10:22 AM
N’mor laughed. “She can try,” he teased, grinning. “Between you, Zinni, our dragons, and Larrikith I’m not sure she’d stand much chance.” He smirked, entertaining the idea of the girl going head to toe against the aforementioned protectors. N’mor wasn’t quite sure who would come out on top, but he was sure it would give him plenty of time to get away! It would be sad, to lose his best friend, mate, and dragon to the angry young woman, but sacrifices must be made! N’mor snorted to himself as Rhezalth grumbled.
“I still think we should trick her into it; I could take her as a dat- Oi! Where are we going?” Laughter interrupted his half-mocking idea to get Mylorah to tag along, when T’ryn interrupted and grabbed his hand to yank him off in some random direction. Amused, N’mor trotted to catch up and then set his pace to match that of his friend, shooting T’ryn a curious look, eyebrows upraised and expression expectant, despite the refusal to give an answer. N’mor considered digging his heels in and being difficult, but knowing T’ryn, that wouldn’t work. Instead, he just shook his head in bemusement and went along for the ride.
A look of suspicion was given when T’ryn spoke about an order, and N’mor frowned. He wasn’t a stranger to T’ryn’s bizarre birthday gifting habits, but since they’d grown up in Katila, such gift exchanges had been small and, as a result, expensive only in the time it took to create or find them. N’mor could tell by the items on display in this particular leatherworking store, that the master who owned it was well ranked and a great craftsman. Which meant nothing here would be cheap. Not that marks were hard to come by – especially as young bronzeriders – but that wasn’t the point!
When the pair of boots was set down on the bench, N’mor’s eyes widened dramatically, and then he turned to scowl at T’ryn. There was no real heat in the expression, though, as N’mor shook his head at T’ryn’s cheerful exclamation. Picking up one of the boots from T’ryn, N’mor examined it for a moment, pleased with the work and the weight of the boot. Setting it down again, he took the partner and looked at it, too, before carefully setting it down. Turning back to his friend, N’mor scowled at him for a few more moments, before the expression warmed considerably. “Thank you, T.”
N’mor closed the distance between them so he could wrap his arm tightly around T’ryn’s neck for a moment, giving a strong hug. Breaking the embrace, he bounced back a couple of steps and quickly flicked the ties loose on his well-worn boots, so he could try on his new and impressive dress boots. N’mor stamped into them, before standing up straight. They fit well; the leather was tight and snug in a way that told him they’d be very comfortable once broken in, but he’d likely have a blister or two in the process. He didn’t mind; that meant the leather was sturdy and unlikely to fall apart as quickly as more supple slippers did.
“They’re fantastic,” He said, grinning at T’ryn, before glancing around for a seat and walking over to it to fight the boots back off his feet. “Though now I feel bad I didn’t think ahead to get you something -” he looked up and fluttered his eyelashes playfully, “you know, other than the wonderful delight of my company!” Glancing down, he finally managed to kick the first boot off, and pulled his sock back up before attacking the other.
“I still think we should trick her into it; I could take her as a dat- Oi! Where are we going?” Laughter interrupted his half-mocking idea to get Mylorah to tag along, when T’ryn interrupted and grabbed his hand to yank him off in some random direction. Amused, N’mor trotted to catch up and then set his pace to match that of his friend, shooting T’ryn a curious look, eyebrows upraised and expression expectant, despite the refusal to give an answer. N’mor considered digging his heels in and being difficult, but knowing T’ryn, that wouldn’t work. Instead, he just shook his head in bemusement and went along for the ride.
A look of suspicion was given when T’ryn spoke about an order, and N’mor frowned. He wasn’t a stranger to T’ryn’s bizarre birthday gifting habits, but since they’d grown up in Katila, such gift exchanges had been small and, as a result, expensive only in the time it took to create or find them. N’mor could tell by the items on display in this particular leatherworking store, that the master who owned it was well ranked and a great craftsman. Which meant nothing here would be cheap. Not that marks were hard to come by – especially as young bronzeriders – but that wasn’t the point!
When the pair of boots was set down on the bench, N’mor’s eyes widened dramatically, and then he turned to scowl at T’ryn. There was no real heat in the expression, though, as N’mor shook his head at T’ryn’s cheerful exclamation. Picking up one of the boots from T’ryn, N’mor examined it for a moment, pleased with the work and the weight of the boot. Setting it down again, he took the partner and looked at it, too, before carefully setting it down. Turning back to his friend, N’mor scowled at him for a few more moments, before the expression warmed considerably. “Thank you, T.”
N’mor closed the distance between them so he could wrap his arm tightly around T’ryn’s neck for a moment, giving a strong hug. Breaking the embrace, he bounced back a couple of steps and quickly flicked the ties loose on his well-worn boots, so he could try on his new and impressive dress boots. N’mor stamped into them, before standing up straight. They fit well; the leather was tight and snug in a way that told him they’d be very comfortable once broken in, but he’d likely have a blister or two in the process. He didn’t mind; that meant the leather was sturdy and unlikely to fall apart as quickly as more supple slippers did.
“They’re fantastic,” He said, grinning at T’ryn, before glancing around for a seat and walking over to it to fight the boots back off his feet. “Though now I feel bad I didn’t think ahead to get you something -” he looked up and fluttered his eyelashes playfully, “you know, other than the wonderful delight of my company!” Glancing down, he finally managed to kick the first boot off, and pulled his sock back up before attacking the other.
