30.May.19, 02:03 AM
T'ryn laughed when he was scowled at and grinned when he got a hug and thanks for the boots. He watched N'mor try them on and kept smiling when he saw that they not only seemed to be a perfect fit but that his friend loved them as well. He liked doing things for other people. Not only did he just feel good doing it, he quite enjoyed seeing the surprise and happiness it brought out in the recipient. Sometimes he wondered if the shock factor came from him being a bronzerider that was offering to help with drudge work and that thought bummed him out. For the most part, he didn't mind the way Weyrs worked but sometimes he hated the colour hierarchy.
"Thank you again, Sir. No doubt you'll be seeing some more business come through from the Weyr. I know I'll be in again soon," and he would be. Seeing how well-crafted customized boots were, T'ryn knew his regular style boots would be a simple task for the master but still be of great quality.
"And your presence really is gift enough," T'ryn replied to N'mor. He knew his friend was joking but it really was all he needed. He wasn't overly materialistic and his weyr was barren compared to N'mor's. Paper and ink for when he wanted to do someone's family tree, make up wings and formations, or create his own puzzles to challenge his friends with was a great gift, as simple as it seemed. As they walked away from the leather master, wandering aimlessly to whatever would be their next destination, T'ryn wondered if that made him boring or predictable. But it was who he was so did it matter? He wasn't going to change his interests or behaviour to make others view him differently. The thought had crossed his mind a couple of times after walking away from Casa but he wasn't like some of the men he knew she spent time with and he'd be too awkward in his own skin if he tried to be that outgoing. His only reckless and outgoing thing was sneaking off to explore the empty Weyrs. That reminded him, he still had Igen left to explore but he doubted Casa would come this time after finding the skeleton in High Reaches.
"But, if you do want to spend marks on me, I'm thinking about getting a wall tapestry or two." Since he was already thinking about it, he might as well share the info so N'mor could treat him. Sometimes he wished he had been as wise as his dad with not sharing when his birthday was. T'ryn was pretty sure B'jin still didn't know, though they all suspected Amorandii knew given the giggles she used to fall into when the topic was brought up.
"Thank you again, Sir. No doubt you'll be seeing some more business come through from the Weyr. I know I'll be in again soon," and he would be. Seeing how well-crafted customized boots were, T'ryn knew his regular style boots would be a simple task for the master but still be of great quality.
"And your presence really is gift enough," T'ryn replied to N'mor. He knew his friend was joking but it really was all he needed. He wasn't overly materialistic and his weyr was barren compared to N'mor's. Paper and ink for when he wanted to do someone's family tree, make up wings and formations, or create his own puzzles to challenge his friends with was a great gift, as simple as it seemed. As they walked away from the leather master, wandering aimlessly to whatever would be their next destination, T'ryn wondered if that made him boring or predictable. But it was who he was so did it matter? He wasn't going to change his interests or behaviour to make others view him differently. The thought had crossed his mind a couple of times after walking away from Casa but he wasn't like some of the men he knew she spent time with and he'd be too awkward in his own skin if he tried to be that outgoing. His only reckless and outgoing thing was sneaking off to explore the empty Weyrs. That reminded him, he still had Igen left to explore but he doubted Casa would come this time after finding the skeleton in High Reaches.
"But, if you do want to spend marks on me, I'm thinking about getting a wall tapestry or two." Since he was already thinking about it, he might as well share the info so N'mor could treat him. Sometimes he wished he had been as wise as his dad with not sharing when his birthday was. T'ryn was pretty sure B'jin still didn't know, though they all suspected Amorandii knew given the giggles she used to fall into when the topic was brought up.