As he had done with the cuff, before he had simply produced the masterpiece that Anduin now wears on his person almost always.
He can feel Wrathion's attention upon him, and he focuses his own attention on simply running the comb through his companion's curls for the moment. Teasing out any tangles he might find, taking care not to pull or snag.
"I admire your talents," he says, after a long moment. "My tutors... Crafting was never one of the skills they thought important for me to pick up, either as the heir to the throne or in my studies to become a priest. Possibly, in retrospect, because I was still heir."
He shifts the comb in his hands, running his fingers through Wrathion's curls again. He has gotten it mostly combed out by this point after all. "I can however tell you the complete history of the kingdom from memory, and I do know how to dance, so. If you are in need of a jester, perhaps?"
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He can feel Wrathion's attention upon him, and he focuses his own attention on simply running the comb through his companion's curls for the moment. Teasing out any tangles he might find, taking care not to pull or snag.
"I admire your talents," he says, after a long moment. "My tutors... Crafting was never one of the skills they thought important for me to pick up, either as the heir to the throne or in my studies to become a priest. Possibly, in retrospect, because I was still heir."
He shifts the comb in his hands, running his fingers through Wrathion's curls again. He has gotten it mostly combed out by this point after all. "I can however tell you the complete history of the kingdom from memory, and I do know how to dance, so. If you are in need of a jester, perhaps?"