22.Dec.19, 11:59 AM
T’ryn was relieved to see he wasn’t bothering Caz but a bit worried as well to see the lack of work. Perhaps he was already taking a break or the notes he had been working on were for a project. Either way, T’ryn was glad he stopped by and smiled as he took the offered seat. “Honestly, my father would probably drop dead at hearing it, but I don’t have much fashion sense and a boot is a boot to me so long as they fit and are comfortable. So, I guess whatever you want to make?” R’nd had always loved clothes and T’ryn had heard stories about how his dad used to ask the Searchriders that snuck North to steal supplies and people what the latest fashion was and to grab him a shirt or two. T’ryn was very much not like that. Actually, none of his siblings were either. Clearly that was one R’nd Thing none of them inherited.
“Would studying or measuring my current boots help you at all?” He had no problem in removing his current pair for Caz to work his magic on but before he bent down to unlace them, a thought hit T’ryn. “Actually, I had another growth spurt earlier this year and while I replaced or let out a lot of clothes, I didn’t think about my footwear. Thinking about them now, they’re actually a bit tight, especially my nicer pair I wear for Gathers. So would you be willing to do two pairs? Everyday wear and something a little fancier?” He supposed that was one perk—or downside depending on view—of well-loved boots; it was hard to tell when they didn’t fit quite right anymore.
“Oh, and I’ve been well, thank you.” T’ryn flushed a bit at how rude he was for ignoring Caz’s politeness and focusing solely on the business portion when he was there for more than just boots. “Just busy with lending my hands to setting up Benden Weyr. How about you? Settling in here well? Mylorah and the other girls aren’t bugging you too much, are they?” Even T’ryn could see that Caz was good-looking and he also saw how much Katiryn clung to him so he could just imagine how much attention the leatherworker was grabbing when all he wanted to do was work or even eat.
“Would studying or measuring my current boots help you at all?” He had no problem in removing his current pair for Caz to work his magic on but before he bent down to unlace them, a thought hit T’ryn. “Actually, I had another growth spurt earlier this year and while I replaced or let out a lot of clothes, I didn’t think about my footwear. Thinking about them now, they’re actually a bit tight, especially my nicer pair I wear for Gathers. So would you be willing to do two pairs? Everyday wear and something a little fancier?” He supposed that was one perk—or downside depending on view—of well-loved boots; it was hard to tell when they didn’t fit quite right anymore.
“Oh, and I’ve been well, thank you.” T’ryn flushed a bit at how rude he was for ignoring Caz’s politeness and focusing solely on the business portion when he was there for more than just boots. “Just busy with lending my hands to setting up Benden Weyr. How about you? Settling in here well? Mylorah and the other girls aren’t bugging you too much, are they?” Even T’ryn could see that Caz was good-looking and he also saw how much Katiryn clung to him so he could just imagine how much attention the leatherworker was grabbing when all he wanted to do was work or even eat.