Welcome to Gaia! ::

Bisera was heading back from the older Matorian that he'd spent his afternoon with. It was early evening now, the sun was starting to set, and Bisera was carrying along a large earthen ware dish of stew that he'd made with help today. It was full to the brim and steaming at the moment... and it smelled so good that it had his stomach rumbling. He wanted nothing more then to dig into it but he wanted to wait. He couldn't very well just dig into the meal without sharing it with Xarnith. He was the one that it was made for after all.

He couldn't help but to smile a bit as he walked along, his cheeks flushing just a bit. He was thinking about him again, huh? It was one of those things where he felt that he needed to really figure out. He wanted to make sure that all of his thoughts and feelings were his own, that he wasn't just being influenced by what Xarnith had said. Surely he wasn't though, right? Would he really feel the drive to learn to cook for someone, something that took time out of his work, for just anyone? He didn't think so. Right?

Giving a humming sound he continued forward back toward where their camp was set up. He would talk with him more tonight, get a feel for things. The more that he was around him, the more he talked to him, the closer he got to him, the easier it would be to really understand everything swirling around in his easily distracted head. As he got closer to the camp he called out, "Xarnith? Are you here?"

Bisera found himself starring at Xarnith, his eyes tracing over the other man's form, taking in all the details of all the muscle that was currently exposed due to him having his armor off. The muscles were, as always, quite mesmerizing... and then there was that marking on his shoulder that Bisera wanted nothing more then to set to work inspecting at a far closer view point. He was so distracted that he barely even realized that Xarnith was speaking to him.

Instead he took two steps forward, paused, seemed to take a step toward where he kept all of his work supplies, then shifted in place. Wait, wait... as much as he wanted to get his things together so that he could start to sketch Xarnith in his current state he couldn't do that! If he allowed himself to go to work he would be disconnected from the world for who knew how long... he had to focus instead of the one in front of him, in a less work related manner, and focus on what was in his own hands.

After he was able to get his various desires under control he held the earthen ware pot up for him to see, "Dinner. I made it! Well... I had help from my teacher but I did a lot of it this time!"

Bisera found himself starring again as Xarnith took the dish from him, flexing his arms as he was freed of the heavy burden. After a moment he took a step forward, inspecting the tattoo more closely, before he said, "I think it looks amazing... I really want to sketch some ideas that I'm getting from that and from..." He made a motion with his hand to all of Xarnith. He always got the best ideas from those with his build. There was just something amazing about muscles!

"Ah! But we should have dinner first before we worry about me sketching you." Or else he might not end up eating at all. He knew full well what he was like.

As he followed along after Xarnith he gave a thoughtful sound to the question, "I... can't say. We've been traveling for a while and I rather like that. It allows me too a lot of people, gather a lot of materials, and I really do want to keep doing that. At the same time I can see the appeal of settling down. That way I could fill a room with materials like my father does instead of constantly trying to stuff one bag with just a little bit more since that risks it bursting one day."

Bisera nodded his head, "That sounds good." He didn't mind waiting to sketch Xarnith because there was still a lot to do that didn't involve him getting distracted with such a thing. It would take ages for him to get it done given all the amazing patterns that the tattoo had in it. He realized that he was starring again and he gave a shake of his head, "We should focus on food first!"

"Travel to... Sauti? Hmmm... that's something to consider." Should they do that? Well, it would be nice to see his family again, to check in with them, then to see his father and collaborate with him. That would all be really nice but what about his older brothers? Would they even be home? Something that he didn't even want to think about at the moment since it meant facing off with the two of them. He knew what they thought of him and worried they might think worse of him if they learned that he had Xarnith protecting him while he acted like... well, himself.

Giving a slow not as he got together some bowls and spoons for them, "Did you want to scoop some of the sea stew into the bowls for us?"

Bisera gave a bit of a sigh of relief when he was told that he wasn't feeling rushed to go to Sauti. Giving a nod of his head he said, "I'm... glad to hear that. I mean... I want to go home, to visit my family, but I know that I will get hassled by my older brothers." Not something that he wanted to really deal with because he was enjoying himself at the moment. Having to go back to where he was treated like a little kid could be difficult even for Bisera who let a lot of things roll off his back like water off a zanteer.

"I... I do like Matori and I am still learning so much here. My swimming lessons are going well, as are my cooking lessons." At least he felt as much. He turned to watch Xarnith closely as he ate, perking up when he said that he liked the sea soup. Giving a happy sound he said, "I'm so glad to hear that! Miss Ouna is a really great teacher! Not to mention she lets me get my lessons in exchange for jewelry pieces for her daughters." It was a win in his books since it was fair trades instead of having to pay for anything.

Bisera paused between bites of his own food, slowly realizing that he was starring again, before he looked down for a moment. He starred into his bowl, trying to focus on it for a while, before his gaze lifted as Xarnith spoke, "An armband? Sure! Any idea what you want it to look like? Or the materials I should use?" He asked as he found himself starring at Xarnith's powerful arms in a thoughtful manner.

Ack! He was starring again! His dark blue eyes went to his sea soup again, taking a couple more bites, "I have a lot of different materials, some of which you know all about. If you'd rather look through everything I can lay it all out on the blanket if you'd like?It might take a little bit and would have to wait until after dinner though." It was up to Xarnith. Since he was asking for the armband he must have ideas for though, right? Something nice that would accentuate those arms of his. Arms that were so good at giving hugs he thought to himself before he flushed just a bit, ever trying to focus on his food.

Creator's choice? Those projects were somewhere between being the most difficult and the most fun he thought to himself. It was fun because it meant he could do anything he wanted... but tough because of the same reason. He'd likely end up spending a lot of time sketching various designs to try to figure out which one would be spot on perfect for Xarnith. If there was someone that deserved a perfect piece it was him since he put up with everything that Bisera did all day.

Something that was brought up when Xarnith asked to use his lap as a pillow. He wanted to get a nap and it was a way to keep him from wandering off as he was apt at doing. Giving a slow nod of his head he said, "I... sure. You just have to lay on the side that will give me the most access to your tattoo so I can work on sketching it." That way it was win win. He would get to work on his sketches and admire the tattoo and Xarnith would be able to hold him in place so he would know where Bisera was when he woke up later.

Cute that he thought Bisera would sleep any time soon now that he was given such a project though. Something that made his hand itch to pet his hair, something he ignored in favor of finishing his dinner.

Bisera gave a little nod of his head, "Ahhh... yeah, rest well." He said, feeling more then a little awkward at the moment. Giving wrapped up in Xarnith's arms was a nice feeling but at the same time he found his mind running in circles like a janarim pup chasing its tail. It felt nice to be caught in Xarnith's arms but what did that mean exactly? Was he thinking about it so hard because it was his feelings at work? Was he being influenced by Xarnith's feelings? Was that a bad thing?

He lifted a hand, holding it over Xarnith's head, as though he was about to pet his hair... but lowered his hand. No, he had to think about this he thought to himself as he turned his attention to his work. He wanted to work on Xarnith's piece as well as work on sketching some random pieces based on his friend's tattoo. As he did so it would give him a lot to time to think about things as he tried to figure out his feelings and if they were genuine or not. He really felt as though it might be real... but he was a little scared about it. He wanted to make sure that everything was real and true so that he didn't cause Xarnith any harm.

He cared about the warrior so he meant to be careful... wait. He cared about him? He gave a thoughtful sound, glancing down at at Xarnith again, before he started to work once more.