Appraisal | Rôg & Rúmil
“Please do,“ Rúmil nodded, fingers lacing together which his fledgeling took as a sign that it could hop out of its nest box and settle on his hands, still glaring at the intruder in the office.
"I would like your opinion on any improvements that could be made,” he added, trying to settle the possessive corvid down with a gentle touch between its wings.
“Yes.” At least with all the time between the original construction and now, there had been some technical advancements in smithing that would allow greater technical feats. It would be more a question of how well he could fit those advancements in without ruining the feeling of the university.
He nodded his head, a slight incline of his shoulders turning it into a bow, and pressed his palm to his heart. “Will return soon.” And with notes, and other people to speak for him, but that was more than he could muster to tell the other before he had exited the office and rejoined his smiths to hear what they had seen.
He left with the faint challenging hiss of a fledgling following him out of the room. Rúmil shook himself to resettle his upset nerves and then hushed the fledgling gently, stroking a boney head and back before he put the juvenile back in its nest box despite its attempts to immediately rejoin him.
Then he took a seat at his desk. He really did have papers he could look at but the minutes ticked by without his eyes actually taking in the written word, waiting for the smith to return.











