Sentinel on the Trail
[Dinomites]
01-12-2021, 07:13 PM
Asuka Omori It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop He was confused at first, before her question clicked and the proverbial lightbulb flickered. He explained there was no battle and why he was wearing his gear, and she could relate all too much. The fur along her back twitched, still feeling quite naked without her own armor to hide in. The feel of the worn leather was an unfortunately distant memory. Asuka focused back to Cairo just in time to see him stretch out to show off his gauntlets, her eyes widening. They were beautiful. She forgot her fear and anxiety as he explained how he used them, thinking the hunting application was quite clever. She was more interested in how they would fair in battle. As she was admiring them, he mentioned that he had made the bracers himself, and her eyes lifted to see his face aglow; he must really enjoy his craft. He had also mentioned the back armor was not his first set. Her curiosity was most certainly engaged now, her anxieties dropping to the wayside like a discarded shawl... for now. "Your craftsmanship seems quite good," she praised quietly, stress lines all but erased from her features. She of course could not tell for sure just how well his armor was made without inspecting it closer, but she would definitely not be asking to do so. "Clever," she murmured as she motioned toward his claws, echoing her earlier thoughts. This subject seemed to be one of his favorites, so she opted to continue; it was nice to talk about something familiar. "How long have you been creating?" Asuka viewed any sort of crafting as an artform, and in her opinion it took years to become a master. She was still quite the novice herself, but it was obvious the male opposite her had some experience. Talk talk talk is all you do Thinking is too much work |