14.May.13, 01:19 PM
"I did?" Isscer spluttered, leaning back so he could look M'din in the eye. The tattered bit of shirt hung loosely from his grasp, and he flushed due to embarrassment. He could have throttled Edik, who appeared to be perfectly well-behaved until he saw something he wanted, and like a child would do anything to get it. "Ah, he'll be in trouble tonight. He popped off to sulk somewhere--I'm only hoping that he doesn't get into my things and shred them."
Isscer dropped the piece of shirt into his lap so he could shake M'din's hand, a relieved smile slipping into place as he introduced himself. "Junior Journeyman Farmcrafter Isscer, also a Candidate. I am sorry that Edik shredded your shirt--I will get you a replacement." He sized up the rider before him, estimating how much it would cost to have a new shirt made, and mentally sighed. Hopefully Edik wouldn't make it habit to shred other people's clothing, or Isscer would soon be very poor!
"He hatched about oh, three months ago. Edik, the firelizard, that is." Isscer flushed again, embarrassed, and took a breath before continuing. "He likes to collect things--I found a lady's hair comb stashed away under my cot the other day and had to return it. It was quite mortifying! I just hope he doesn't take to shredding up clothing. I am terribly sorry again, sir."
Isscer dropped the piece of shirt into his lap so he could shake M'din's hand, a relieved smile slipping into place as he introduced himself. "Junior Journeyman Farmcrafter Isscer, also a Candidate. I am sorry that Edik shredded your shirt--I will get you a replacement." He sized up the rider before him, estimating how much it would cost to have a new shirt made, and mentally sighed. Hopefully Edik wouldn't make it habit to shred other people's clothing, or Isscer would soon be very poor!
"He hatched about oh, three months ago. Edik, the firelizard, that is." Isscer flushed again, embarrassed, and took a breath before continuing. "He likes to collect things--I found a lady's hair comb stashed away under my cot the other day and had to return it. It was quite mortifying! I just hope he doesn't take to shredding up clothing. I am terribly sorry again, sir."