03.Jun.13, 07:26 PM
To say that Isscer was unnerved by the brownrider's easy familiarity was a bit of an understatement. He felt even more ill-at-ease than when he had first realized what Edik had done, and tried to shrink away from M'din but to no avail. The brownrider was just so large, even if he was a happy sort, and Isscer couldn't very well get away. A familiar weight settled on his left shoulder; Edik had returned, and for a brief moment Isscer was confused--typically the firelizard's sulking lasted for quite some time.
"Ah, he is a nice shade of brown. Of course, he thinks he can do whatever he pleases as a result so I guess I just have to be glad he isn't bronze!" Edik's tail flicked Isscer in the neck hard, and the Farmcrafter yelped; apparently brown was just as good as bronze. "He is a bit too large for his breeches, honestly. Hopefully Armath isn't as bad otherwise S'kef's dragon might not be the only one flying Golds these days."
There was a brief lull in conversation, Isscer mentally berating himself for calling the brownrider 'sir', fingers itching to get back to work simply because he needed something to do. "N-no, I don't think that will be necessary. It isn't hard, but if you're not used to it you might damage the braid." He shot M'din's large hands a rather pointed look, but eventually gestured to an empty chair on the other side of the room. "You can sit though, if you like. I can do this and chat with you, though I am afraid I am hardly as interesting as a dragonrider."
With that, Isscer went back to the task at hand, braiding and adding in new dampened lengths of straw as needed. "I'm making the braid for straw hats." He nodded at his own wide-brimmed hat where it sat on the ground beside him. "The sun is so sharding hot that the Crafters who need to be out in it need some kind of protection." A beat, and he forced himself to ask, "And what does the life of a dragonrider entail? I've been a Candidate for going on six Turns, but I have never figured it out completely."
"Ah, he is a nice shade of brown. Of course, he thinks he can do whatever he pleases as a result so I guess I just have to be glad he isn't bronze!" Edik's tail flicked Isscer in the neck hard, and the Farmcrafter yelped; apparently brown was just as good as bronze. "He is a bit too large for his breeches, honestly. Hopefully Armath isn't as bad otherwise S'kef's dragon might not be the only one flying Golds these days."
There was a brief lull in conversation, Isscer mentally berating himself for calling the brownrider 'sir', fingers itching to get back to work simply because he needed something to do. "N-no, I don't think that will be necessary. It isn't hard, but if you're not used to it you might damage the braid." He shot M'din's large hands a rather pointed look, but eventually gestured to an empty chair on the other side of the room. "You can sit though, if you like. I can do this and chat with you, though I am afraid I am hardly as interesting as a dragonrider."
With that, Isscer went back to the task at hand, braiding and adding in new dampened lengths of straw as needed. "I'm making the braid for straw hats." He nodded at his own wide-brimmed hat where it sat on the ground beside him. "The sun is so sharding hot that the Crafters who need to be out in it need some kind of protection." A beat, and he forced himself to ask, "And what does the life of a dragonrider entail? I've been a Candidate for going on six Turns, but I have never figured it out completely."