Ichor-Blood of the Gods (A Camp Half-Blood rp) *Accepting*

[Anomaly]

Dresyn waited for her patiently. He sighed softly andheld out his hands for it. Though he wasn't really sure what to expect.

[blacknightwolf]

Azzri brought it over and let him feel the detail work as she placed it in his hand

[Anomaly]

Dresyn rested his fingers on the piece and moved them around, feeling each curve and everything in between. He furrowed his eyebrows, intrigued by the detail. "Very nice." He handed it back to her.

[blacknightwolf]

Azzri smirked "Thanks" and set it back down,

[Anomaly]

Dresyn nodded and picked up the sail again, picking up a rope and started to thread it through. He didn't seem to mind the work, though to him, it was tiring for it. He sighed and shook his head.

[blacknightwolf]

Azzri asked "Want some help?"

[Anomaly]

Dresyn shook his head. "Nope. I'm fine. Thanks anyway." He continued to thread, narrowing his eyes slightly. As if he was trying to see what he was doing.

[blacknightwolf]

Azzri sighed she prayed to the gods again to give Dresyn back his sight even though it seemed hopeless she wanted it badly.

[Anomaly]

Dresyn sighed and shook his head. "Stop, Azzri." He heard her mumbling softly. And in this combined space, he could hear anything.

[blacknightwolf]

Azzri said "Make me." and kept on praying to the gods.