03.Dec.16, 03:23 AM
R’nd found himself in a rather awkward position. N’mor was a bronzerider, his lover’s son, and younger than him. So many labels that contradicted each other and the bluerider wasn’t sure which one he should prioritize. He suspected that since N’mor was no longer a weyrling that he now outranked him as a bronzerider but what R’nd wouldn’t give to be able to drag the boy by the ear to his father so he could learn some proper manners. However, Einin had made it clear she didn’t need him defending her and that she could handle the situation on her own so he decided staying quiet a little longer was the best course of action, especially since he could agree with points from both sides of the argument.
It was hard to deny the fact that dragons were very much like humans when it came to differing levels of intelligence after spending so much time around them. Green Grith was a definite prime example with her flightiness. Even brown Ghaeth and green Rilaleeyth could be thrown into the argument, though R’nd was more inclined to see them as too sweet and innocent for their own good. That didn’t mean their choices were questionable—with perhaps the exception of Rilaleeyth bonding to J’ver. How that lovely green picked the conniving snake that was her rider was still a mystery but she had seen something in the man that was right to her, just like Larrikith had view B’jin from the Stands as he observed as a Harper. It was hard to say why dragons chose who they did, only that it was meant to be. It was why R’nd didn’t question females on chromatics, although he did get a bit nervous that they might get hurt but that was the protector in him wanting to look out for everyone he cared for.
When N’mor brought up the landslide, R’nd winced slightly at his own memories of the night. They lost a lot of people and dragons in that catastrophe and R’nd had feared he had lost B’jin as well when he couldn’t find the man right away. He glanced down at the pastries and set the fork down beside the plate, currently not interested in the sweets.
He forced his attention back to the present and glanced between the two teens, waiting to see what would happen next. He suspected further bickering before N’mor grew bored and wandered off but with his odd upbringing of Hold, wilderness, and Weyr, R’nd was partially waiting for the two to start kissing as they viewed their spat as some form of twisted flirting.
It was hard to deny the fact that dragons were very much like humans when it came to differing levels of intelligence after spending so much time around them. Green Grith was a definite prime example with her flightiness. Even brown Ghaeth and green Rilaleeyth could be thrown into the argument, though R’nd was more inclined to see them as too sweet and innocent for their own good. That didn’t mean their choices were questionable—with perhaps the exception of Rilaleeyth bonding to J’ver. How that lovely green picked the conniving snake that was her rider was still a mystery but she had seen something in the man that was right to her, just like Larrikith had view B’jin from the Stands as he observed as a Harper. It was hard to say why dragons chose who they did, only that it was meant to be. It was why R’nd didn’t question females on chromatics, although he did get a bit nervous that they might get hurt but that was the protector in him wanting to look out for everyone he cared for.
When N’mor brought up the landslide, R’nd winced slightly at his own memories of the night. They lost a lot of people and dragons in that catastrophe and R’nd had feared he had lost B’jin as well when he couldn’t find the man right away. He glanced down at the pastries and set the fork down beside the plate, currently not interested in the sweets.
He forced his attention back to the present and glanced between the two teens, waiting to see what would happen next. He suspected further bickering before N’mor grew bored and wandered off but with his odd upbringing of Hold, wilderness, and Weyr, R’nd was partially waiting for the two to start kissing as they viewed their spat as some form of twisted flirting.