Don't shout at me like I'm across the room when I'm right here, when you're right this time
A nod is given to the General, though Glas doesn’t make eye contact as per usual. Instead, his verdant gaze remains lower, anywhere else but toward the man’s face. At least this time his shoulders aren’t hunched, that the work he’s done on his lanterns today imbue some sense of pride within them, even if he doesn’t show it much. It’s in the little things, after all.
He does glance up, briefly, at Zuriel’s snort in the General’s ear, before his gaze drops again to the items on the table before them, while he chews on the inside of his lip. “T-Thank you.” He dips his head a little in the compliment, before the next question takes him by surprise, lips opening and shutting a few times as he actually considers what his favorite things to craft are.
Really, it shouldn’t be a big deal to say it anymore since his parents have died and wouldn’t be around to tell him how stupid of an idea it was, so Glas decides to give the honest truth. “Instruments.” He finally says, another ghosting of a smile, fingers reaching to the notebook to pull out the sketches for the Lute he’d made for Korbin, the instrument he’d made for Chulane as a commissioned gift for someone else, and lastly a few repairs for Hester’s instruments to keep them smooth and running.
And on the next page, a flute of sorts that he’s yet to make, but one that always remains in his book.
He does glance up, briefly, at Zuriel’s snort in the General’s ear, before his gaze drops again to the items on the table before them, while he chews on the inside of his lip. “T-Thank you.” He dips his head a little in the compliment, before the next question takes him by surprise, lips opening and shutting a few times as he actually considers what his favorite things to craft are.
Really, it shouldn’t be a big deal to say it anymore since his parents have died and wouldn’t be around to tell him how stupid of an idea it was, so Glas decides to give the honest truth. “Instruments.” He finally says, another ghosting of a smile, fingers reaching to the notebook to pull out the sketches for the Lute he’d made for Korbin, the instrument he’d made for Chulane as a commissioned gift for someone else, and lastly a few repairs for Hester’s instruments to keep them smooth and running.
And on the next page, a flute of sorts that he’s yet to make, but one that always remains in his book.
GLAS
