16.May.13, 11:31 PM
"He's yours?" M'din threw back his head with a hearty laugh. He round belly shook as he chuckled, relieved that the fire lizard had a reputation for thieving, not a personal vendetta against him. "Little guy sounds like quite a troublemaker, but I'm glad he nabbed my sleeve. It's very nice to meet you." This Isscer seemed friendly, if reserved, and immediately took responsibility for his wayward flit, who was still suspiciously absent at the moment. Holding up his hands in a gentle denial, M'din said, "No worries about the shirt! It wasn't your fault." He waved the torn fabric, "I was going to mend it anyway. Well... I was going to beg someone more capable to mend it for me." His meaty fingers could barely thread a needle.
Poorly folding the shirt as he listened to the Candidate describe his young fire lizard, M'din's eyes crinkled happily at the edges. "It sounds like Edik has good taste then," he leaned in and lightly nudged Isscer in the ribs, struggling to passably wink. In typical M'din fashion, the rider had no concept of the fact that a person he'd met only candlemarks ago might be uncomfortable with his overt friendliness. He obtusely continued, admiring the kleptomaniac flit, "He looks a good deal like my dragon did when he hatched. Armath was obviously a bit larger, but they're almost the same shade of brown, even on their tummies. Granted, Armath never stole a lady's comb. He'd have a lot of trouble being that sneaky at his size."
When the younger man persisted apologizing for the shirt, he patted Isscer's shoulder paternally. The brownrider said, "I may be old, but there's no need to call me sir. Just M'din. Armath would mock me for days if he'd heard that." He sheepishly hoped he hadn't frightened Isscer like he'd frightened little Edik.
Taking in his surroundings, M'din dimly realized he had never been in this section of the Craft Hall before, having no reason to scour the corridors for a weaver when he so frequently ran into Jisralna and her colleagues around the Weyr. They were always generous, and more than forgiving, about his constant need of their sewing expertise. M'din's inherent clumsiness and proneness to injury left him particularly vulnerable to ripped clothing. His focus shifted to the basket beside Isscer. Full of water and straw, the mysterious container was a novelty to M'din, who had next to no talent or knowledge with crafty activities. He asked, "Do you, uhh, need help braiding straw?"
Poorly folding the shirt as he listened to the Candidate describe his young fire lizard, M'din's eyes crinkled happily at the edges. "It sounds like Edik has good taste then," he leaned in and lightly nudged Isscer in the ribs, struggling to passably wink. In typical M'din fashion, the rider had no concept of the fact that a person he'd met only candlemarks ago might be uncomfortable with his overt friendliness. He obtusely continued, admiring the kleptomaniac flit, "He looks a good deal like my dragon did when he hatched. Armath was obviously a bit larger, but they're almost the same shade of brown, even on their tummies. Granted, Armath never stole a lady's comb. He'd have a lot of trouble being that sneaky at his size."
When the younger man persisted apologizing for the shirt, he patted Isscer's shoulder paternally. The brownrider said, "I may be old, but there's no need to call me sir. Just M'din. Armath would mock me for days if he'd heard that." He sheepishly hoped he hadn't frightened Isscer like he'd frightened little Edik.
Taking in his surroundings, M'din dimly realized he had never been in this section of the Craft Hall before, having no reason to scour the corridors for a weaver when he so frequently ran into Jisralna and her colleagues around the Weyr. They were always generous, and more than forgiving, about his constant need of their sewing expertise. M'din's inherent clumsiness and proneness to injury left him particularly vulnerable to ripped clothing. His focus shifted to the basket beside Isscer. Full of water and straw, the mysterious container was a novelty to M'din, who had next to no talent or knowledge with crafty activities. He asked, "Do you, uhh, need help braiding straw?"