10.Jan.24, 04:43 AM
R'dal knew he was a little scatter-brained sometimes, but he liked to think that overall he was an attentive and active listener. So while he would shoot the bracelet a glance here and there to consider the size of the beads, he still asked F'drel questions about the details of his day and nodded in agreement at some of the assessments. "I bet the Crafter is relieved you were able to sort it all out because you're awesome and have a keen eye for such details. Hopefully if he has superiors he doesn't get into too much trouble or lose the contract with us. You definitely helped someone learn and grow today, though! Including your own staff! If you aren't available, they'll know what to do."
It was easy to fall into a simple and quiet routine when F'drel used him as a pillow. R'dal usually started with gently running his fingers through the soft hair before turning it into a scalp massage that dipped down to the temples at times. Ever since the poisoning, R'dal knew how easy it was for his friend to get headaches and hoped his touch helped as much as the teas they had stocked up did. Given the stress of the morning, R'dal assumed F'drel would be in need of the massage and worked his fingers in what he had been told was a soothing rhythm on the couple of other friends he practiced on. His goal was to help, not add to the pain!
"The bead size is irrelevant," he softly declared out of nowhere, having come to his conclusion. "I don't think Miri ranks her friends and going by size might accidentally lead to that assumption as well. The choices were made solely on colour." He looked expectedly to the green dragon for the answer. It wouldn't matter if he was wrong--how else did one learn about a friend if questions and discussions didn't happen?
It was easy to fall into a simple and quiet routine when F'drel used him as a pillow. R'dal usually started with gently running his fingers through the soft hair before turning it into a scalp massage that dipped down to the temples at times. Ever since the poisoning, R'dal knew how easy it was for his friend to get headaches and hoped his touch helped as much as the teas they had stocked up did. Given the stress of the morning, R'dal assumed F'drel would be in need of the massage and worked his fingers in what he had been told was a soothing rhythm on the couple of other friends he practiced on. His goal was to help, not add to the pain!
"The bead size is irrelevant," he softly declared out of nowhere, having come to his conclusion. "I don't think Miri ranks her friends and going by size might accidentally lead to that assumption as well. The choices were made solely on colour." He looked expectedly to the green dragon for the answer. It wouldn't matter if he was wrong--how else did one learn about a friend if questions and discussions didn't happen?