He delights in making her blush at every opportunity. Her giggles a song in his ear. He hums appreciatively as she remarks on how's she doing and settles in next to him. A delight to have her close again, outside and healthy once more. He bends to kiss her brow as he picks his project back up, using a sharp tool to shape and carve the leather into a thin strip, reminiscent to a thorned vine.
She asks of him about his project and he smiles holding up a hardened leather pauldron, a rose carved and painted into the hide, handing it to her to examine.
"I'm attempting to make some specialized armor. Perhaps something Vedia could be known for: decorated leatherwork with fanciful and nature-inspired designs." He said and pulled out a bag he had made earlier that day, a large leaf motif as the cover flap and stained with green paint.
"Our character is often revealed at our highs and lows... Be humble at the mountaintops, be steadfast in the valleys. Be faithful in between." - marcandangel.
Knight
Professor
