05.Jun.19, 10:40 AM
N’mor nodded his thanks quietly to the crafter, and gave a small smile when the man handed him a bag to hold his boots. Putting the new pair in it and asking Rhezalth to drop into the nearest clearing so he could tie them to his riding straps, N’mor pulled his well worn and (currently) more comfortable boots on. Not that the new pair weren’t comfortable, N’mor just wasn’t interested in breaking them in in the middle of Ista Hold.
“You’re a dork,” N’mor laughed, following his friend out into the sunshine once more and leading them towards the clearing Rhezalth had found so he could give the dragon his boots, before returning to ambling aimlessly amongst the stores and stalls. When T’ryn finally decided to share what he was getting himself, N’mor grinned and gave a nod. “Okay!” He was still kicking himself for not having something organised for T’ryn’s birthday; he’d just have to make up for it with something ridiculous and hilarious next turn, he decided.
Giving T’ryn a hip-bump, N’mor pointed in a general direction towards their left. “There is a good weaver over there somewhere.” He said, grinning but confident. “I haven’t ordered anything special, but the stuff he has on display is always very good.” Two of his wall pieces came from there, as well as the heavy throw that covered the bed he shared with Z’rin – though T’ryn wouldn’t know that – it was a brilliantly coloured sunset with the black silhouettes of dragons buzzing through the sky over the ocean. N’mor had fallen in love with it as soon as he’d seen it.
“You’re a dork,” N’mor laughed, following his friend out into the sunshine once more and leading them towards the clearing Rhezalth had found so he could give the dragon his boots, before returning to ambling aimlessly amongst the stores and stalls. When T’ryn finally decided to share what he was getting himself, N’mor grinned and gave a nod. “Okay!” He was still kicking himself for not having something organised for T’ryn’s birthday; he’d just have to make up for it with something ridiculous and hilarious next turn, he decided.
Giving T’ryn a hip-bump, N’mor pointed in a general direction towards their left. “There is a good weaver over there somewhere.” He said, grinning but confident. “I haven’t ordered anything special, but the stuff he has on display is always very good.” Two of his wall pieces came from there, as well as the heavy throw that covered the bed he shared with Z’rin – though T’ryn wouldn’t know that – it was a brilliantly coloured sunset with the black silhouettes of dragons buzzing through the sky over the ocean. N’mor had fallen in love with it as soon as he’d seen it.