29.Oct.20, 02:12 PM
Grimacing as he drained his cup and the too-sweet dregs of cocoa hit his tongue, Alekse shook his head. “No, but if they have klah I’ll take a cup.” He gave R’dal a nod and a smile as he left. The man held a measure of respect in Alekse’ eyes, for expressing his opinions so openly and without holding back. So few were like that, and it was refreshing to see. He was glad Ryn had found a friend in the blue rider, even if the two of them seemed to find it necessary to gang up on him, intentionally or not.
As R’dal’s footsteps padded away behind him, he turned to inspect the small bundle. Eyebrows raised, he slowly untied the string holding it together to unfold a pouch and leather straps, and he recognized it as being a message pouch similar to Rudi’s. He grinned, whistling for Handsome, who obliged and landed lightly on the table, Rudi following and watching curiously.
She mumbled that she’d made it for him, and he reached a hand for hers and squeezed it appreciatively. Using her darker brown as a guide, as he was still in harness, he slipped the piece onto his own and adjusted it, taking in the small details she’d tried to tie in. It was plain to see that this had been a time consuming project for her, and the growth of her skills was reflected in the improvement of the decorative stitching she’d done around the edges and at the buckles. It warmed him that she had thought to include such things, even though she found little use of them, because she knew he’d like them. It had character, and would come in handy, too.
“Thank you, Ryn. This is beautiful.” He stood and circled around her chair to envelop her in a hug from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. “And, whatever happens, know you are always loved and thought of. You’re my family first. By Blood and Bond. No trace, Weyr, or girl will ever change that.”
As R’dal’s footsteps padded away behind him, he turned to inspect the small bundle. Eyebrows raised, he slowly untied the string holding it together to unfold a pouch and leather straps, and he recognized it as being a message pouch similar to Rudi’s. He grinned, whistling for Handsome, who obliged and landed lightly on the table, Rudi following and watching curiously.
She mumbled that she’d made it for him, and he reached a hand for hers and squeezed it appreciatively. Using her darker brown as a guide, as he was still in harness, he slipped the piece onto his own and adjusted it, taking in the small details she’d tried to tie in. It was plain to see that this had been a time consuming project for her, and the growth of her skills was reflected in the improvement of the decorative stitching she’d done around the edges and at the buckles. It warmed him that she had thought to include such things, even though she found little use of them, because she knew he’d like them. It had character, and would come in handy, too.
“Thank you, Ryn. This is beautiful.” He stood and circled around her chair to envelop her in a hug from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. “And, whatever happens, know you are always loved and thought of. You’re my family first. By Blood and Bond. No trace, Weyr, or girl will ever change that.”