28.Jun.19, 09:53 AM
N’mor ignored T’ryn’s scowling at him with all the airs of innocence he’d picked up from his father, face a picture of serenity as he finished talking to the flustered young (though older than him) crafter, and wandered back to T’ryn as his fellow bronzerider was trying to pay. Smirking, partly to himself and partly at the crafter T’ryn was dealing with, N’mor dropped a good several marks over the top of his friend’s shoulder, and into the crafter’s hand. It wouldn’t cover all of the other item, but a good portion of it. Laughing, N’mor danced out of reach of any attacking elbows or flustered fists.
Not bothering to fight the losing battle that would be carrying one of the tapestries, N’mor strode along beside T’ryn, chatting casually as the flustered apprentice followed them. The young bronzerider mostly forgot about the poor kid (hah) as his conversation bounced between T’ryn, what they were going to do next, and sassy remarks to his dragon, who was rather happily insulting the Holderfolk, not that any of them could hear him – he certainly wasn’t trying to speak to any of the worthless bony meals. That just made N’mor laugh more, a sound that only turned to snorts and sniggers when the dragon peered down at the apprentice helping to load up Syrendryth, his expression designed to be intimidating and apparently working, though N’mor thought he looked rather hilarious.
“Good thing I bought you one and a half, then,” N’mor said, smiling cheekily. The mention of him bringing Z’rin to T’ryn’s place to view the hanging artwork caused a flicker of emotion to flash across N’mor’s face, though he squished it down before he even had any idea what the emotion was himself. Carefully shifting his face into mild amusement, N’mor snorted again. He was doing that a lot today! “You don’t actually think you’ll be able to hang it by yourself, do you?” He asked teasingly, lifting his eyebrows in a gently mocking way. “If you are, I want to watch.” He wasn’t sure, but N’mor was fairly sure that they would take a lot of work to hang, and with how fussy T’ryn could be, it would probably take hours for him to even begin to find the right spot.
N’mor laughed. “On second thought, I think I might be busy that day,” he grinned, prepared to dance out of reach again as he pulled a face at T’ryn, cheerful and full of mischief.
Not bothering to fight the losing battle that would be carrying one of the tapestries, N’mor strode along beside T’ryn, chatting casually as the flustered apprentice followed them. The young bronzerider mostly forgot about the poor kid (hah) as his conversation bounced between T’ryn, what they were going to do next, and sassy remarks to his dragon, who was rather happily insulting the Holderfolk, not that any of them could hear him – he certainly wasn’t trying to speak to any of the worthless bony meals. That just made N’mor laugh more, a sound that only turned to snorts and sniggers when the dragon peered down at the apprentice helping to load up Syrendryth, his expression designed to be intimidating and apparently working, though N’mor thought he looked rather hilarious.
“Good thing I bought you one and a half, then,” N’mor said, smiling cheekily. The mention of him bringing Z’rin to T’ryn’s place to view the hanging artwork caused a flicker of emotion to flash across N’mor’s face, though he squished it down before he even had any idea what the emotion was himself. Carefully shifting his face into mild amusement, N’mor snorted again. He was doing that a lot today! “You don’t actually think you’ll be able to hang it by yourself, do you?” He asked teasingly, lifting his eyebrows in a gently mocking way. “If you are, I want to watch.” He wasn’t sure, but N’mor was fairly sure that they would take a lot of work to hang, and with how fussy T’ryn could be, it would probably take hours for him to even begin to find the right spot.
N’mor laughed. “On second thought, I think I might be busy that day,” he grinned, prepared to dance out of reach again as he pulled a face at T’ryn, cheerful and full of mischief.