Welcome to Gaia! ::

Tryan listened, huffing in a rough sort of agreement here and there, or giving her a doubtful glance where he wasn't so ready to believe what she was saying. He seemed to find her comments about age amusing, as well as bemusing - he agreed that there didn't seem to be a way for him to be older than her, and nodded slightly. At her appology, he looked up again with what would have been a raised eyebrow if he were to have a real one to raise. Hesitantly, he raised his hand and patted her on the knee gently a time or two before quickly removing it.

He didn't know what he'd expected when she'd mentioned seeing where she staid, but for some reason it wasn't quite that. Feeling a little awkward, but not opposed to the idea, he got up and moved a few feet away, giving her space to take the lead.

Again, Tryan was surprised - it was far simpler than he'd expected. He'd also hoped to learn a little about what sort of things she liked, but the room was too tidy to really tell. Then again... maybe that was exactly what she liked, rather than having lots of stuff. He took a moment to think when she made her offer, before leaning down to examin the hem of her pants. He didn't really expect to find what he was looking for, but didn't have anywhere else to look at the moment. Wary of her foot being so close to his face, he moved quickly, looking on both sides of the seems until he found a little piece of loose thread. Removing it cleanly with a quick snip of his beak, he backed away before holding it up for her to see.

Tryan just blinked at her before hesitantly placing the thread in her waiting hand, at a loss for what else to do. But then, suddenly thinking of something, and before she could do anything with it, he quickly snatched it back. Holding it up again he mimed threading a needle before giving it back to her.

He followed her a few steps but then stopped and waited patiently. His eyes widened at all the different colors, and his tail swished back and forth as he considered the basket and its contents. Several times, he looked between the thread and out around at the room. Finally, he chose a couple in different shades of green and brown, as well as one in red, before gingerly taking a needle and sitting back, apparently satisfied.

Tryan returned her smile with his own odd version of the expression, but shook his head at her offer. He didn't think he would be needing any cloth.

Tryan watched her for a moment before sitting down and turning his attention to his thread. Unraveling a length of brown thread, he carefully bound all them together in a little bundle, securing the needle in the middle. He had a little difficulty because his thumbs weren't quite oposable, but seemed used to it, and managed without too much trouble. Sitting back, he balanced crouched on his feet and carefully tied the bundle to the collar like ring of metal around his neck. That required a bit more concentration, but was done in a matter of moments. Content that it was safe and secure, he looked back up at Silver. He waited a few moments and then got up, giving her one of his awkward bows, and walked out, intent on finding Ontaros.