“He didn’t know they belonged to the Prairiewinds.” Lodai protested but the defeated look on his face was merely a reaction to the apathetic expression shown by his ankal. The big man who looked like a bear with his fur cloak draped over his broad shoulders seemed to shrink even before he finished speaking.
“They brand doesn’t lie.” Azmere tilted his head back a little. His pavilion mate and friend was one of the only people that dwarfed the archer. Despite this, Azmere pushed his bare chest forward wearing his new scars like badges of honor. The neatly cut squares were varying depths but had healed over for the most part. The archer had decided after enough time had passed that he would get some kind of windmarks to accent the space. “If Brolin knew, then he’s a thief…if he didn’t know, he’s not too bright and needs to return the stock.” Azmere signed understanding and question to Lodai.
The huge hands covered in a dark skin signed an acknowledgement then an apology. The deep brown pools were normally like muddy water and hard to see through but right now Lodai’s gaze was transparent. It simply showed his remorse for the argument and his distaste for dealing with these mundane tasks.
Azmere put his hand on the big man’s arm and gave him a single firm shake. “You can handle this, ferto.” The right side of the ankal’s face rose as his lips curled into a smile. He released the big warrior and turned his head slightly to see Jasmine come running up. Without taking his contrasting gaze off of the attractive blonde, the Drykas finished his conversation with his version of a joke (though his even tone and lack of expressions sometimes make it hard to tell). “Lo, if Brolin argues about it, you can always fold him up and kick him over the Gates.” Lodai lifted a brow wondering if Azmere had truly meant his statement of violence. The ankal gave a quick wink and then turned his focus to the young woman who had requested his presence.
Azmere looked at her and signed privacy then question. He was a bit…off (that’s a good way to describe it) in his interactions with Jasmine in recent weeks. Ever since they had been caught in the rain, his mannerisms had fallen from their normal reactions and landed somewhere around flustered and confused. His face warmed up as the golden locks bounced their way over to him but then he realized that his gaze had betrayed him. Jasmine was not alone and the fiery red curls could only belong to one person. While trying to hide the surprise, the archer evened his resolve and stood straight. Amunet's presence was unexpected and put the young ankal slightly on edge. His pair didn't reflect this but his tone was a bit sharper than usual. “What’s on your mind Jasmine?”
“They brand doesn’t lie.” Azmere tilted his head back a little. His pavilion mate and friend was one of the only people that dwarfed the archer. Despite this, Azmere pushed his bare chest forward wearing his new scars like badges of honor. The neatly cut squares were varying depths but had healed over for the most part. The archer had decided after enough time had passed that he would get some kind of windmarks to accent the space. “If Brolin knew, then he’s a thief…if he didn’t know, he’s not too bright and needs to return the stock.” Azmere signed understanding and question to Lodai.
The huge hands covered in a dark skin signed an acknowledgement then an apology. The deep brown pools were normally like muddy water and hard to see through but right now Lodai’s gaze was transparent. It simply showed his remorse for the argument and his distaste for dealing with these mundane tasks.
Azmere put his hand on the big man’s arm and gave him a single firm shake. “You can handle this, ferto.” The right side of the ankal’s face rose as his lips curled into a smile. He released the big warrior and turned his head slightly to see Jasmine come running up. Without taking his contrasting gaze off of the attractive blonde, the Drykas finished his conversation with his version of a joke (though his even tone and lack of expressions sometimes make it hard to tell). “Lo, if Brolin argues about it, you can always fold him up and kick him over the Gates.” Lodai lifted a brow wondering if Azmere had truly meant his statement of violence. The ankal gave a quick wink and then turned his focus to the young woman who had requested his presence.
Azmere looked at her and signed privacy then question. He was a bit…off (that’s a good way to describe it) in his interactions with Jasmine in recent weeks. Ever since they had been caught in the rain, his mannerisms had fallen from their normal reactions and landed somewhere around flustered and confused. His face warmed up as the golden locks bounced their way over to him but then he realized that his gaze had betrayed him. Jasmine was not alone and the fiery red curls could only belong to one person. While trying to hide the surprise, the archer evened his resolve and stood straight. Amunet's presence was unexpected and put the young ankal slightly on edge. His pair didn't reflect this but his tone was a bit sharper than usual. “What’s on your mind Jasmine?”
