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28.Nov.16, 11:12 PM
“Can I choose ‘all of the above’?” N’mor asked, arching an eyebrow and flashing a warm smile on Einin. While N’mor wasn’t inherently flirty, he wasn’t opposed to sharing warm words with pretty girls, and indeed had found himself the centre of much unwanted attention since not only Impressing to Rhezalth, but also since moving North, where rank accounted for so much more than N’mor had thought possible, even having grown up in the Weyr. It was probably one of the lessons his father had brushed over rather lightly, and most likely because of B’jin’s own green dragon and his bittersweet memories of being a Harper.
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll find her.” N’mor shrugged, smiling again before tossing another wink to Einin; “She won’t do anything to get her newest dress dirty, which limits her – ” N’mor fell silent as Rhezalth interrupted him, the young bronzerider’s eyebrows furrowing before his expression relaxed and he smiled cheerfully. “Or Dad could find her and take her off my hands. Well, hand.” N’mor had learned quickly that there was no point in being flighty about the fact that he’d lost an arm, and after three years, he’d come to both accept the missing limb, and enjoy playing games with people who went out of their way to ignore it, as if by acknowledging the lost limb they’d somehow offend him.
Glancing at R’nd for a moment, N’mor turned back to Einin with a tilt of his head. “There aren’t any gold eggs on the Sands.” His questioning look flickered back to R’nd for a moment, lips pursing in displeasure before glancing back at Einin. “You’re not Standing for a green, are you?” N’mor’s expression pinched slightly in distaste at the idea, eyebrows furrowing as he considered the young woman before him; as far as he was aware, there were no Searches for female chromatic candidates, and he didn’t think Telgar would put itself in the firing line by doing something so unorthodox. R’nd could be out there, but he didn’t think the bluerider would do that to a girl, either. He wouldn’t have put it past his father, who was training the only female bluerider to be a Weyrlingmaster, but Larrikith only Searched for gold and bronze.
“My mother rode blue,” N’mor’s expression flattened, “girl’s don’t belong on fighter dragons.” His opinion on the matter went without further explanation, and he reached out to steal another slice of dessert, still frowning to himself as he chewed on it. N’mor’s opinion that women didn’t belong on anything but gold was a strong one, though he had yet to give any an explanation as to why he felt that way, even T’ryn. It went hand in hand with his almost phobic dislike of being around blue dragons; another thing that came with no reasoning from the young man to those that asked or observed.
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll find her.” N’mor shrugged, smiling again before tossing another wink to Einin; “She won’t do anything to get her newest dress dirty, which limits her – ” N’mor fell silent as Rhezalth interrupted him, the young bronzerider’s eyebrows furrowing before his expression relaxed and he smiled cheerfully. “Or Dad could find her and take her off my hands. Well, hand.” N’mor had learned quickly that there was no point in being flighty about the fact that he’d lost an arm, and after three years, he’d come to both accept the missing limb, and enjoy playing games with people who went out of their way to ignore it, as if by acknowledging the lost limb they’d somehow offend him.
Glancing at R’nd for a moment, N’mor turned back to Einin with a tilt of his head. “There aren’t any gold eggs on the Sands.” His questioning look flickered back to R’nd for a moment, lips pursing in displeasure before glancing back at Einin. “You’re not Standing for a green, are you?” N’mor’s expression pinched slightly in distaste at the idea, eyebrows furrowing as he considered the young woman before him; as far as he was aware, there were no Searches for female chromatic candidates, and he didn’t think Telgar would put itself in the firing line by doing something so unorthodox. R’nd could be out there, but he didn’t think the bluerider would do that to a girl, either. He wouldn’t have put it past his father, who was training the only female bluerider to be a Weyrlingmaster, but Larrikith only Searched for gold and bronze.
“My mother rode blue,” N’mor’s expression flattened, “girl’s don’t belong on fighter dragons.” His opinion on the matter went without further explanation, and he reached out to steal another slice of dessert, still frowning to himself as he chewed on it. N’mor’s opinion that women didn’t belong on anything but gold was a strong one, though he had yet to give any an explanation as to why he felt that way, even T’ryn. It went hand in hand with his almost phobic dislike of being around blue dragons; another thing that came with no reasoning from the young man to those that asked or observed.
