24.Dec.19, 09:57 AM
“It’s all right, Caz. You come from a very different world than what we have here. I’m not going to judge you for being surprised by some things or not liking others.” Really, he didn’t mind at all that a man wasn’t used to or particularly wanted the attention of other men. Even he himself found it a bit odd most of the time. Of course there was N’mor but T’ryn had never found himself attracted to any other man. Then again, as some friends liked to point out, he was oblivious and probably wouldn’t even know his own feelings for someone.
T’ryn gave soft sigh at his musings and shook his head at the dismissal of what counted as small issues and the way Caz yet again tried to brush a concern of his aside. “I’ve never had my own bath, even now. If I did, I’d offer its use to you. I know change can be difficult, especially a mountain’s worth all at once. I can try to get you a room with one or find someone who will share…” T’ryn trailed off as he thought about options both in friends with their own bath and if he could get the leatherworker one of his own when Caz’s mumblings as he jotted down notes pulled him back.
“Woah, wait, what? No-no-no, it’s okay, you don’t need to do so much for me.” T’ryn was there to get something he needed and provide some business but he suddenly felt extremely odd at someone fussing so much over him and willing to make him so much. Sure, it could have just been the pushy market attitude his father had told him to watch out for. A vendor trying to sell more than what you went in for sort of thing but T’ryn felt this was more a genuine love for the craft and a need to help the pathetic bronzerider that just confessed to not paying attention to colours.
“I’m not used to needing or having such a wide variety of clothing. We didn’t have much in Katila and that carried over for me when we came North. I mean, I do still have a lot more than Mylorah does. That girl has even less materialistic bones than I do.” Which made her playing dress up with Tazikel even funnier in his books. It probably pained her so much to go shopping and have more dresses than she knew what to do with now and T’ryn was glad he hadn’t fallen for a daughter of a Lord and then get dragged to parties.
“But,” T’ryn reminded himself he wanted to help Caz and if ordering more items did that and helped spread the word of his work, than he could add one more belt to his closet. “I suppose I could go for a belt. Gloves only if you have time. I’m not in need of a jacket at the moment though, so please don’t worry about that. I don’t want to take up all of your time either.”
T’ryn gave soft sigh at his musings and shook his head at the dismissal of what counted as small issues and the way Caz yet again tried to brush a concern of his aside. “I’ve never had my own bath, even now. If I did, I’d offer its use to you. I know change can be difficult, especially a mountain’s worth all at once. I can try to get you a room with one or find someone who will share…” T’ryn trailed off as he thought about options both in friends with their own bath and if he could get the leatherworker one of his own when Caz’s mumblings as he jotted down notes pulled him back.
“Woah, wait, what? No-no-no, it’s okay, you don’t need to do so much for me.” T’ryn was there to get something he needed and provide some business but he suddenly felt extremely odd at someone fussing so much over him and willing to make him so much. Sure, it could have just been the pushy market attitude his father had told him to watch out for. A vendor trying to sell more than what you went in for sort of thing but T’ryn felt this was more a genuine love for the craft and a need to help the pathetic bronzerider that just confessed to not paying attention to colours.
“I’m not used to needing or having such a wide variety of clothing. We didn’t have much in Katila and that carried over for me when we came North. I mean, I do still have a lot more than Mylorah does. That girl has even less materialistic bones than I do.” Which made her playing dress up with Tazikel even funnier in his books. It probably pained her so much to go shopping and have more dresses than she knew what to do with now and T’ryn was glad he hadn’t fallen for a daughter of a Lord and then get dragged to parties.
“But,” T’ryn reminded himself he wanted to help Caz and if ordering more items did that and helped spread the word of his work, than he could add one more belt to his closet. “I suppose I could go for a belt. Gloves only if you have time. I’m not in need of a jacket at the moment though, so please don’t worry about that. I don’t want to take up all of your time either.”