More is more.
But with less, one was forced to prioritize and only take what was truly important. Still, his lip quirked in a faint smile when she suggested that he take notes. Perhaps ‘more is more’ would be useful another context, and he tucked it away in the back of his mind.
She seemed a little quieter than usual. Uncertain? Pensive? Perhaps she was uncertain as to what it was to be ‘friends’. Granted, he was taking a couple of liberties that wasn’t making it any easier for her. Her laugh and the question of his thirst. She was game. She might even be willing to play by his rules if he laid them out clear enough. He wasn’t used to being in such a position, but he rather liked it. There were a few similarities to leading a work crew.
Brent’s hands remained busy with the tent during the exchange, which helped. He could focus on what he did well at. However when she mentioned the wood, he had to turn away for a moment to conceal the rather smug look on his face. Definitely game.
Part of him wondered if he was reading into it too much, but he shrugged off the uncertainty. What would be, would be. The folded trousers contrasted from his leather armour that he still wore. How much had she brought in that bag?
“Don’t sleep in leather, got it!” He repeated with a laugh. “I’ll see you when you get back.”
Brent was a strange mix of relaxed and hyper aware. Back to focusing on the tent, it soon came up as he secured the canvas to it. Next was the bedroll, sheets and pillows. He arranged them quite simply, not taking the time to properly fit the sheet to the bedroll or fold it over.
After he was done with the basics of the tent and Navyri’s bedding, he eyed the pair of pants folded next to it. At the very least he could unload some of his own things. Hesitantly, he started taking off a few of his layers. The light traveling cloak came off first, followed by the leather armour. His bow and quiver he had already set down, but it was reassuring to keep the small dagger in his belt. He gathered some of his own supplies including his tent, a good portion of food, and of course his drawing materials. Compared to Navyri’s lavish set, he was almost envious.
But before setting up his own tent, Brent found a patch of dirt where the grass was dry and kicked at the meager vegetation to form something of a fire pit. While he was at it, he gathered a couple of fist-sized rocks and started placing them in a circle to create a boundary for the flame.
Then recalling that Navyri was due to be back and he still hadn’t done anything with those trousers, Brent gave a half shrug and picked them up. It was only when he started taking off his travel worn shirt did he realize just how hot and ‘fragrant’ he was. Perhaps it wasn’t the worst thing to slip into some clean pants, as he switched out the ones he was wearing with the ones Navyri had laid out.
Once done, he began unfolding his own tent, although with a bit less enthusiasm than with Navyri’s. This one would end up being a snug fit for just one person, plus he’d have to fill his thin blanket with ‘bedding’ from the forest in order for it to function like a bedroll.
But with less, one was forced to prioritize and only take what was truly important. Still, his lip quirked in a faint smile when she suggested that he take notes. Perhaps ‘more is more’ would be useful another context, and he tucked it away in the back of his mind.
She seemed a little quieter than usual. Uncertain? Pensive? Perhaps she was uncertain as to what it was to be ‘friends’. Granted, he was taking a couple of liberties that wasn’t making it any easier for her. Her laugh and the question of his thirst. She was game. She might even be willing to play by his rules if he laid them out clear enough. He wasn’t used to being in such a position, but he rather liked it. There were a few similarities to leading a work crew.
Brent’s hands remained busy with the tent during the exchange, which helped. He could focus on what he did well at. However when she mentioned the wood, he had to turn away for a moment to conceal the rather smug look on his face. Definitely game.
Part of him wondered if he was reading into it too much, but he shrugged off the uncertainty. What would be, would be. The folded trousers contrasted from his leather armour that he still wore. How much had she brought in that bag?
“Don’t sleep in leather, got it!” He repeated with a laugh. “I’ll see you when you get back.”
Brent was a strange mix of relaxed and hyper aware. Back to focusing on the tent, it soon came up as he secured the canvas to it. Next was the bedroll, sheets and pillows. He arranged them quite simply, not taking the time to properly fit the sheet to the bedroll or fold it over.
After he was done with the basics of the tent and Navyri’s bedding, he eyed the pair of pants folded next to it. At the very least he could unload some of his own things. Hesitantly, he started taking off a few of his layers. The light traveling cloak came off first, followed by the leather armour. His bow and quiver he had already set down, but it was reassuring to keep the small dagger in his belt. He gathered some of his own supplies including his tent, a good portion of food, and of course his drawing materials. Compared to Navyri’s lavish set, he was almost envious.
But before setting up his own tent, Brent found a patch of dirt where the grass was dry and kicked at the meager vegetation to form something of a fire pit. While he was at it, he gathered a couple of fist-sized rocks and started placing them in a circle to create a boundary for the flame.
Then recalling that Navyri was due to be back and he still hadn’t done anything with those trousers, Brent gave a half shrug and picked them up. It was only when he started taking off his travel worn shirt did he realize just how hot and ‘fragrant’ he was. Perhaps it wasn’t the worst thing to slip into some clean pants, as he switched out the ones he was wearing with the ones Navyri had laid out.
Once done, he began unfolding his own tent, although with a bit less enthusiasm than with Navyri’s. This one would end up being a snug fit for just one person, plus he’d have to fill his thin blanket with ‘bedding’ from the forest in order for it to function like a bedroll.
