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02.Dec.16, 08:06 PM
N’mor tilted his head, raising one eyebrow at R’nd as he did so, an amused smirk tugging up one corner of his lips. “Indivara is hardly an example of femininity.” He replied, tone mild and expression bored. The young woman was not exactly a good argument, in his opinion; she was brash, loud, and incredibly obnoxious – let it never be forgotten that she had once proclaimed (loudly) that she would Impress to a bronze dragon. Indivara was everything that was wrong with female dragonriders, though it was quite clear R’nd had his head in the clouds about that. Deciding the bluerider (like all blueriders) was a lost cause, N’mor shifted his attention to Einin and decided to ignore his father’s lover.
N’mor listened to Einin with the raised eyebrow and the half smirk of someone who was in no way flustered by the haughty sentences leaving the other’s lips. He didn’t interrupt, nor did he get upset with the things she was attempting to imply, despite the insult to both himself and Rhezalth, who was listening avidly through his rider; the bronze was sharing eyes so he could watch Einin in the same bemused way as his lifemate. Only when Einin appeared to be patting herself on the back with her victory did N’mor decide to speak.
“The problem, inherent, with your argument, is that you are forgetting that dragons, much like humans, are extremely varied in their intelligence. Of course, the dragon is always right –“ he would allow that, because it was something he did truly believe. “However, you are failing to account for the choices of, to be frank, stupid dragons. You are new to the Weyr life, but take my word – there are no shortage of stupid dragons, of all colours, and they are known to make stupid decisions.” N’mor smirked wryly; he’d practically been raised by Parella and her green Grith, and he loved both dearly. That, however, didn’t mean he felt Parella made a good dragonrider any more than he would ever call Grith intelligent. There were countless others; “I’d be happy to give an account of several, if you would like. I’ll even include only those still alive, so you can make a quest of proving me wrong.”
Raising an eyebrow, content that he had made his point; what more need he say? Perhaps a little defence, just to make sure she didn’t question his own Impression! N’mor lifted his stump slightly. “Before you continue down the line that my dragon could have made a mistake choosing me, and thereby be a stupid creature, I would like to point out that a stupid dragon would not have survived the trauma I endured just hours after Rhezalth Hatched. A stupid dragon would have gone between, simply from a lack of understanding; many did.” Sorrow actively crossed N’mor’s face as the memory of the landslide came back; he’d been too heavily medicated to bear the brunt of the event, such as cleaning up or coping with insane dragonriders, but he’d known many of the young men that had Impressed the same clutch as him, only to be lost hours later in the disaster. To say nothing of the adult riders that had been pillars in his youth taken too soon and in a most horrifying way.
N’mor listened to Einin with the raised eyebrow and the half smirk of someone who was in no way flustered by the haughty sentences leaving the other’s lips. He didn’t interrupt, nor did he get upset with the things she was attempting to imply, despite the insult to both himself and Rhezalth, who was listening avidly through his rider; the bronze was sharing eyes so he could watch Einin in the same bemused way as his lifemate. Only when Einin appeared to be patting herself on the back with her victory did N’mor decide to speak.
“The problem, inherent, with your argument, is that you are forgetting that dragons, much like humans, are extremely varied in their intelligence. Of course, the dragon is always right –“ he would allow that, because it was something he did truly believe. “However, you are failing to account for the choices of, to be frank, stupid dragons. You are new to the Weyr life, but take my word – there are no shortage of stupid dragons, of all colours, and they are known to make stupid decisions.” N’mor smirked wryly; he’d practically been raised by Parella and her green Grith, and he loved both dearly. That, however, didn’t mean he felt Parella made a good dragonrider any more than he would ever call Grith intelligent. There were countless others; “I’d be happy to give an account of several, if you would like. I’ll even include only those still alive, so you can make a quest of proving me wrong.”
Raising an eyebrow, content that he had made his point; what more need he say? Perhaps a little defence, just to make sure she didn’t question his own Impression! N’mor lifted his stump slightly. “Before you continue down the line that my dragon could have made a mistake choosing me, and thereby be a stupid creature, I would like to point out that a stupid dragon would not have survived the trauma I endured just hours after Rhezalth Hatched. A stupid dragon would have gone between, simply from a lack of understanding; many did.” Sorrow actively crossed N’mor’s face as the memory of the landslide came back; he’d been too heavily medicated to bear the brunt of the event, such as cleaning up or coping with insane dragonriders, but he’d known many of the young men that had Impressed the same clutch as him, only to be lost hours later in the disaster. To say nothing of the adult riders that had been pillars in his youth taken too soon and in a most horrifying way.
