[He snorts softly, rolls his eyes a bit to demonstrate exactly what he thinks of trying to explain to Drautos.
As buckles and chains fall away Nyx hefts the weight of that ornamental armor into his arms, lets thick, heavy fabric come with it. He looks down at it, shakes his head a little and then turns to dump the whole pile unceremoniously onto one of the balcony's chairs.]
There's no need, there. Sure it looks fancy but it's about as useful as peacock feathers.
[Beautiful and extravagant, good for making him seem larger than he is with the bulk of it and the flare of the cape. But there's no function to it.]
Least the decorative parts of mine aren't a hindrance.
[And as he steps back to Regis' side he lets his hands splay against his chest, nudging his shoulders back a little, gently pressing him into squaring up better. Fingers swift and nimble on his body, even through the layers of fabric that still separate them.]
All the weight on that side, and you knee... Just making you more lopsided, Majesty. You'd be more imposing without all the frills. [Which Nyx follows up by stepping up into his space, looking up at the older man with a slow smile, eager and appreciative. Oh yes, much more imposing when he can stand tall, shoulders squared and back straight rather than weighted down so much, forced to stoop to lean into the cane he carries.]
shut up they have peacocks in Eos now.
As buckles and chains fall away Nyx hefts the weight of that ornamental armor into his arms, lets thick, heavy fabric come with it. He looks down at it, shakes his head a little and then turns to dump the whole pile unceremoniously onto one of the balcony's chairs.]
There's no need, there. Sure it looks fancy but it's about as useful as peacock feathers.
[Beautiful and extravagant, good for making him seem larger than he is with the bulk of it and the flare of the cape. But there's no function to it.]
Least the decorative parts of mine aren't a hindrance.
[And as he steps back to Regis' side he lets his hands splay against his chest, nudging his shoulders back a little, gently pressing him into squaring up better. Fingers swift and nimble on his body, even through the layers of fabric that still separate them.]
All the weight on that side, and you knee... Just making you more lopsided, Majesty. You'd be more imposing without all the frills. [Which Nyx follows up by stepping up into his space, looking up at the older man with a slow smile, eager and appreciative. Oh yes, much more imposing when he can stand tall, shoulders squared and back straight rather than weighted down so much, forced to stoop to lean into the cane he carries.]