09.Mar.20, 04:44 AM
Since it was Mylorah's birthday and she had baked the cookies herself, T'ryn felt obligated to eat one. It wasn't that he flat out hated cookies or cake, it was just not something he craved or liked that much as he found them too sweet to constantly have. One cookie, however, wouldn't hurt so he swiped one before either dragon developed a sweet tooth and ate it as he enjoyed the moment of silence given by the roly-poly dragon currently trying to squish him.
"I'd say Ista is quiet but that's never possible with the people that live there," he chuckled, glad he could have this slightly more relaxed time with Cazan. He had heard Kor'is' softly whispered confession and decided he would leave him and Mylorah to their own conversation that they seemed caught up in. She was no doubt reassuring him and catching him up on what he was and wasn't missing as they quietly spoke with Mylorah holding Kor'is' hand.
"Maybe another month... two at the most, and you should have more free time. The dragons should start to become more independent at that time and not require being glued to your side," he gave Malvayth an affectionate pat as she demonstrated quite clearly the glued to their side thing. "Still a lot of oiling to be had but a bit more 'you time' will start to appear." T'ryn hoped Malvayth wouldn't end up being like Dyoricath with demanding constant attention or scaring away friends. She was pretty open to him being around but they also hadn't pushed for anything more than the small contact they currently had.
"And when that happens, I'll be there to help as your apprentice. I can fetch materials for you and I did pick up a few tricks watching you work. I might even ask your brother to teach me some basics so I can help you out some more." It was a genuine interest and offer, though it was slightly born from guilt. T'ryn still blamed himself for Cazan Impressing even though she already had intended to go to cheer on Katiryn and he certainly wasn't in charge of what a dragonet did. But he liked Cazan and hated to see her stressed, tired, and suffering without her work.
"Or I could just model your work instead. That seems to be something I'm apparently good at." T'ryn felt his cheeks heat as he recalled everyone's reaction to his pants at the party. He hadn't worn them since then, figuring they were more for special events, but if Cazan asked him to wear them to Fort from time to time to help showcase her skills and get some more work, he would.
"I'd say Ista is quiet but that's never possible with the people that live there," he chuckled, glad he could have this slightly more relaxed time with Cazan. He had heard Kor'is' softly whispered confession and decided he would leave him and Mylorah to their own conversation that they seemed caught up in. She was no doubt reassuring him and catching him up on what he was and wasn't missing as they quietly spoke with Mylorah holding Kor'is' hand.
"Maybe another month... two at the most, and you should have more free time. The dragons should start to become more independent at that time and not require being glued to your side," he gave Malvayth an affectionate pat as she demonstrated quite clearly the glued to their side thing. "Still a lot of oiling to be had but a bit more 'you time' will start to appear." T'ryn hoped Malvayth wouldn't end up being like Dyoricath with demanding constant attention or scaring away friends. She was pretty open to him being around but they also hadn't pushed for anything more than the small contact they currently had.
"And when that happens, I'll be there to help as your apprentice. I can fetch materials for you and I did pick up a few tricks watching you work. I might even ask your brother to teach me some basics so I can help you out some more." It was a genuine interest and offer, though it was slightly born from guilt. T'ryn still blamed himself for Cazan Impressing even though she already had intended to go to cheer on Katiryn and he certainly wasn't in charge of what a dragonet did. But he liked Cazan and hated to see her stressed, tired, and suffering without her work.
"Or I could just model your work instead. That seems to be something I'm apparently good at." T'ryn felt his cheeks heat as he recalled everyone's reaction to his pants at the party. He hadn't worn them since then, figuring they were more for special events, but if Cazan asked him to wear them to Fort from time to time to help showcase her skills and get some more work, he would.