21.Dec.19, 11:36 AM
It was a quiet and cool-for-Ista-Weyr morning. T’ryn loved the hot weather but he had found enjoyment in the cooler winter temperatures as each year passed. They simply felt calmer and made him relax more and enjoy the peace of the day—or evening as he found it equally as pleasurable. This was the type of morning where he could lounge on the ledge with Syrendryth for hours and do nothing but chat with his dragon or read. But since he did that regularly and didn’t have to ferry any of his friends anywhere for a change, T’ryn thought he might go check in with the new guy—Caz something-or-other. He felt a bit bad he couldn’t recall his full name but that had only been tossed out once while Caz was used more frequently.
Katiryn was practically glowing as she introduced the leatherworker to everyone the day after his arrival a week or so ago and T’ryn found the man easy to get along with but hadn’t quite had the time to properly visit. No doubt Mylorah had already wined and dined Caz and befriended him, possibly even bedded him. Sometimes T’ryn envied that carefree attitude of hers where she didn’t need to overthink everything or worry what people thought of her. She did what she wanted, how she wanted and he was left there debating every action and afraid he might upset someone.
He wasn’t going to be that way today—he hoped. He was going to go place an order both out of a need for new boots and fear that not much work had come in yet so he wanted to make sure Caz was settling in well. It wasn’t his job to look after every new person that came into the Weyr, but T’ryn couldn’t help himself at times and he knew his friends had taken a shining to the leatherworker so he would help where he could. Truthfully, he didn’t need boots that desperately either, but having been raised in Katila, T’ryn was used to making and fixing his own riding straps and his jacket was fairly new still. So new boots, especially after all the work he was doing in Benden Weyr, seemed reasonable.
He reached the small room that had been designated for the man to work and T’ryn knocked before peeking his head in to see if Caz was both in and available. Seeing that he was in and didn’t look terribly busy, T’ryn stepped inside with a warm smile. “Morning! I wondered if you had an opening for a pair of riding boots. There’s no rush for them either.”
Katiryn was practically glowing as she introduced the leatherworker to everyone the day after his arrival a week or so ago and T’ryn found the man easy to get along with but hadn’t quite had the time to properly visit. No doubt Mylorah had already wined and dined Caz and befriended him, possibly even bedded him. Sometimes T’ryn envied that carefree attitude of hers where she didn’t need to overthink everything or worry what people thought of her. She did what she wanted, how she wanted and he was left there debating every action and afraid he might upset someone.
He wasn’t going to be that way today—he hoped. He was going to go place an order both out of a need for new boots and fear that not much work had come in yet so he wanted to make sure Caz was settling in well. It wasn’t his job to look after every new person that came into the Weyr, but T’ryn couldn’t help himself at times and he knew his friends had taken a shining to the leatherworker so he would help where he could. Truthfully, he didn’t need boots that desperately either, but having been raised in Katila, T’ryn was used to making and fixing his own riding straps and his jacket was fairly new still. So new boots, especially after all the work he was doing in Benden Weyr, seemed reasonable.
He reached the small room that had been designated for the man to work and T’ryn knocked before peeking his head in to see if Caz was both in and available. Seeing that he was in and didn’t look terribly busy, T’ryn stepped inside with a warm smile. “Morning! I wondered if you had an opening for a pair of riding boots. There’s no rush for them either.”