16.Feb.18, 12:30 PM
T’ryn beamed at the praise of his suggestions, glad he hadn’t embarrassed himself by pointing out some hideous colour combination. He was slowly learning from the women in his life and his dad, but he still felt mostly useless when it came to such things. His eyes went wide at the reasoning for picking out the fabric and T’ryn suddenly worried that perhaps Syrendryth didn’t like whatever it was that lined his quarters. He recalled taking what was given to him at the time and slowly building to it since, but colours or patterns hadn’t been a top concern.
Nor should it be. Comfort is far more important to me at the moment. I do not need to show off for anyone. T’ryn glanced in the direction of where his dragon was lounging and gave a slight shake of his head before returning his attention back to Ambrya. “I think those colours would work nicely for her couch.” Not that he had seen it but he knew what the gold dragon looked like and he liked the fabric currently in Ambrya’s hands, so to him, that was all the important parts covered.
“Oh, um you, I guess,” T’ryn chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. If that didn’t sound mildly like he was following her, he wasn’t sure what would. “I was just hanging out with Casa and I saw you as we parted ways so I thought I’d come see what you were up to. I’m just sort of roaming around, exploring. It’s my first Gather.”
“Oh, um you, I guess,” T’ryn chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. If that didn’t sound mildly like he was following her, he wasn’t sure what would. “I was just hanging out with Casa and I saw you as we parted ways so I thought I’d come see what you were up to. I’m just sort of roaming around, exploring. It’s my first Gather.”