17.Jul.22, 01:53 AM
Cazan gave a small dismissive wave when A'tay tried to apologize for complaining about his familiar resemblance. "It's fine. You're still allowed to complain. My experiences don't negate or diminish yours. And really it's an interesting insight that I wouldn't have thought of." Thinking back to meeting T'ryn always made her smile, and while her mate had always been so supportive it was nice that the others in his family generally were too. "It's interesting really. I think changing up a look can do a lot for someone, it makes you feel different, and you think differently as a result. Maybe you could try it, start out with something like a wardrobe change, see how it makes you feel."
That thought sent Caz back to her notebook, scribbling down wardrobe ideas, thinking of all the colors T'ryn liked the least to see if she could make them look good on A'tay. With the tools presented she flipped to the back of her notebook to pull out the neatly folded large sheet of paper, unfolding and setting it down to get tracings before adding notes regarding the tools' thicknesses. She couldn't help but smirk and quietly joke to herself, "Heh, have to make sure I know how thick your tool is..."
She was very quickly distracted by the thought of a shopping trip to a hold. "Oh! You don't have to get me anything, but... I'm sure I could think of a few things. Mostly dyes, some more findings... I'll have a list together by tomorrow. But really don't feel like you have to go out of your way to get anything for me. I can send someone else to do it after all, I just haven't thought to. Still, it's sweet of you to offer." Caz smiled, glad that she had such nice company on the sands.
"Showing off an ass is always a good move honestly," she said in eager agreement before redoing his measurements. While she got those numbers jotted down she considered what he said about being able to stop the dragon. "Well you could have tried to stop him I suppose, but with everything I know from having Mal..." she paused, trying to consider how best to word things since she imagined her experience was probably quite a bit different than that of a bronzerider. "If Mal were a bronze, I don't think I could bring myself to stop her... him from chasing." Caz turned back to watch Mal proudly curling up with her eggs, chatting happily with Xyxyth and smiled. "I guess I'm glad you didn't stop him."
Caz turned back to her notes, pencil twirling in her fingers for a moment as she frowned thoughtfully. "So pants. I still think that a nice charcoal gray would be good, but how do you feel about gold or orange contrasting pieces to go with it? Maybe in stitching, maybe in a few small panels... a vest might look good too." She was fairly sure she hadn't seen T'ryn in gold or orange. But then.... she glanced up at A'tay and asked, "Or how do you feel about purple?"
That thought sent Caz back to her notebook, scribbling down wardrobe ideas, thinking of all the colors T'ryn liked the least to see if she could make them look good on A'tay. With the tools presented she flipped to the back of her notebook to pull out the neatly folded large sheet of paper, unfolding and setting it down to get tracings before adding notes regarding the tools' thicknesses. She couldn't help but smirk and quietly joke to herself, "Heh, have to make sure I know how thick your tool is..."
She was very quickly distracted by the thought of a shopping trip to a hold. "Oh! You don't have to get me anything, but... I'm sure I could think of a few things. Mostly dyes, some more findings... I'll have a list together by tomorrow. But really don't feel like you have to go out of your way to get anything for me. I can send someone else to do it after all, I just haven't thought to. Still, it's sweet of you to offer." Caz smiled, glad that she had such nice company on the sands.
"Showing off an ass is always a good move honestly," she said in eager agreement before redoing his measurements. While she got those numbers jotted down she considered what he said about being able to stop the dragon. "Well you could have tried to stop him I suppose, but with everything I know from having Mal..." she paused, trying to consider how best to word things since she imagined her experience was probably quite a bit different than that of a bronzerider. "If Mal were a bronze, I don't think I could bring myself to stop her... him from chasing." Caz turned back to watch Mal proudly curling up with her eggs, chatting happily with Xyxyth and smiled. "I guess I'm glad you didn't stop him."
Caz turned back to her notes, pencil twirling in her fingers for a moment as she frowned thoughtfully. "So pants. I still think that a nice charcoal gray would be good, but how do you feel about gold or orange contrasting pieces to go with it? Maybe in stitching, maybe in a few small panels... a vest might look good too." She was fairly sure she hadn't seen T'ryn in gold or orange. But then.... she glanced up at A'tay and asked, "Or how do you feel about purple?"