[Fond of--no, steeped in story and narrative as Myr is, his idea of magnificent was as much about the timeliness and spectacle of Viren's arrival--and the pathos of a friend he didn't always get along with sweeping in to the rescue. It borrowed from the poignancy of their relationship, being as they were creatures of different worlds.
Very different worlds, as Myr's cause to be reminded on settling into the carriage. Even without seeing the thing its quality (excess) is obvious, in the feel of the seat beneath him and the smoothness of the ride and how well the walls mute the sounds of the street beyond. The appearance of nobility wasn't an option for a city elf or a Circle mage from the smallest of the Marcher city-states, and for a long moment Myr simply sits and wonders at the change in his fortunes.
At least until he feels a gift pushed into his lap, handily distracting him from his maundering. He picks it up with a smile and runs his hands over it with a certain cheery eagerness. Of course he could tear into it right away, but that's not as fun as first trying to guess its contents from the shape!]
Thank you for this, [he says, as he finally leaves off feeling it and begins unwrapping with his usual meticulousness. ...And since mere words aren't enough to express his gratitude, he'll also shift himself just so in Viren's direction, to make sure they're touching at some point of contact as he finishes opening his gift.] Not just the gift but all of it you've arranged.
[It is not what he'd have picked but the care behind it is warming and welcome.]
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Very different worlds, as Myr's cause to be reminded on settling into the carriage. Even without seeing the thing its quality (excess) is obvious, in the feel of the seat beneath him and the smoothness of the ride and how well the walls mute the sounds of the street beyond. The appearance of nobility wasn't an option for a city elf or a Circle mage from the smallest of the Marcher city-states, and for a long moment Myr simply sits and wonders at the change in his fortunes.
At least until he feels a gift pushed into his lap, handily distracting him from his maundering. He picks it up with a smile and runs his hands over it with a certain cheery eagerness. Of course he could tear into it right away, but that's not as fun as first trying to guess its contents from the shape!]
Thank you for this, [he says, as he finally leaves off feeling it and begins unwrapping with his usual meticulousness. ...And since mere words aren't enough to express his gratitude, he'll also shift himself just so in Viren's direction, to make sure they're touching at some point of contact as he finishes opening his gift.] Not just the gift but all of it you've arranged.
[It is not what he'd have picked but the care behind it is warming and welcome.]