Anduin cannot help but smile slightly at that response, even as he feels a flutter of nerves in his chest as he steps back and reaches inside his jacket. From within the innermost pocket of his jacket, he reaches in and pulls out a small pouch, where he usually keeps his fathers' compass. It is still inside of course, but it is not the only item there.
"It... Is not much," Anduin says, his face flushing slightly as he speaks. "The truth is that... After you gave me this cuff, I -- had looked for something for you in return, as a way of thanking you. I am not a craftsman myself, and I am conscious of your... Discerning eye." He flicks Wrathion a little twist of a smile -- it's the nicest way of saying that he thinks he is fancy, after all, with fancy tastes.
"Between one thing and another, with you out there in the forest and everything else going on... The timing did not seem right. But now that we find ourselves on the other side of the worst of the danger..."
He feels awkward, and he knows he is stumbling over his words far more than he would otherwise. Perhaps the better thing is just to end the suspense for them both. Tugging off his gloves so that he may handle the item more easily, Anduin reaches into the pouch and pulls it out. Reaching for Wrathion's hand so that he might lay it in his palm: a thin silver coin, with the etching of a lion's head on its face, strung on a silver chain.
"I had this commissioned from the jeweler I rescued. I had shown him the cuff, and let him know it was a gift in return. I think -- he was quite taken by the design..."
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"It... Is not much," Anduin says, his face flushing slightly as he speaks. "The truth is that... After you gave me this cuff, I -- had looked for something for you in return, as a way of thanking you. I am not a craftsman myself, and I am conscious of your... Discerning eye." He flicks Wrathion a little twist of a smile -- it's the nicest way of saying that he thinks he is fancy, after all, with fancy tastes.
"Between one thing and another, with you out there in the forest and everything else going on... The timing did not seem right. But now that we find ourselves on the other side of the worst of the danger..."
He feels awkward, and he knows he is stumbling over his words far more than he would otherwise. Perhaps the better thing is just to end the suspense for them both. Tugging off his gloves so that he may handle the item more easily, Anduin reaches into the pouch and pulls it out. Reaching for Wrathion's hand so that he might lay it in his palm: a thin silver coin, with the etching of a lion's head on its face, strung on a silver chain.
"I had this commissioned from the jeweler I rescued. I had shown him the cuff, and let him know it was a gift in return. I think -- he was quite taken by the design..."