Wardrobe

Villager: Rymr

A softer smile, lacking the customary mischief contained within, "They are teleporation matrices. The red one will take you to the Hunting grounds, the blue will take you to our home, and the green," He kisses his brother's nose, "Will take you to me."

He crowds a little closer still, tail twining around Rymr intricately. "Oh but they are more than they appear. Do you want to know what they do my King?"

"You are so impatient," His voice drew teasing, and so did his paws, dragging along before they expertly dug between the spaces in Rymr's armor to get at his sides, but the tickling was short lived and he wrapped Rymr in a tight embrace, "This one is small, hardly fit for my King, but for my brother? It is enough."

He drew back far enough to leave a gap between them and here he waved his paw, a quick turn of which presented in the space empty before them a collection of three crystals. One red, one blue, and one green - all of which were shot through with an interesting array of minerals and plant-life.

Pretty but they were inlaid in no ornamentation, just raw stones.

Seidr smiled cryptically.

"To think you would ever become modest dear brother, a younger me would never believe it." But he smiles, a younger him would not be here and here he found he preferred to be. "I have something else for you though. A more immediate present."

He reaches down and gives a playful tug to thwacking tail before twining himself serpentine around Rymr, "After all this time you will know my ire for you, it will be cold when it comes. But here we are rulers without a kingdom, let your doubts stay at the door. there is no one here but the two of us and my heart isn't full of ice tonight." He pecks a kiss to bearded fluffy chin.

His ears twitch back and forth with a look of worry, it flits momentarily on his otherwise amiable face before settling back to neutrality. In a whisper he leans in and up, "What is wrong my King? I was not offended, merely playing it."

"Gifts do not need to be premeditated with actions, why would you think you would need do anything to be given my gifts?" He huffs a breath, tail twitching, "It is a trivial thing, you will see when I have crafted it."

"Some, some." He twists this way and that and leads his brother around their rooms. "A gift for you perhaps."

"Always, what else do I have to do with my time but spend it idling with you?" His sarcasm is slightly marred, what -does- he have to do, very precious little. "No, no," He waves away his own lies and drapes his arms over Rymr's shoulders, "I have been researching weaponry and turning over the library in Quetzal Palace for anything interesting."

"You would put no other above yourself, don't play tricks, that's not your aspect Dear brother." He holds his arms open, robes hanging around him, open for an embrace. "What have you been up to?"