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11.Feb.18, 08:31 AM
N’mor snorted. “Nosy blueriders,” he quipped, lifting his glass once more to take a sip. R’dare might have been forcing himself to drink the liquid, but N’mor had been stealing swigs of his father’s liquor since he was big enough to pick up the glass without B’jin noticing, which when it came to alcohol at least, was saying something. N’mor felt it was probably a harper thing, though he didn’t really know that many of them. It was more a feeling; they always seemed to be drunk or drinking – certainly his father was… though it could also have been a greenrider thing. Faranth knows their life was probably better when drunk!
“Whatever my answer might be to that question,” N’mor teased as he was wont to do when such questions arose, “I will never tell you.” He was smiling, but he’d remained firm on keeping his personal life to himself, especially when it came to talking with blue and greenriders. Notorious gossips, they were, and he wasn’t interested in being on the grapevine, especially one watered by his friends! He was almost tempted to tell his friend that Rhezalth had began to take an interest in the female dragons in the Weyr, but he wasn’t really interested in where that conversation would go, either. It wasn’t like his bronze had given chase yet, he’d just been watching the Flights with a seriousness that told N’mor his dragon was weighing his options. Not that he thought Rhezalth would ever lower his standards enough to chase any of the greens he was eyeballing; arrogant bronze that he was.
I am too good for a green. As are you. N’mor flicked an amused glance in his direction, but didn’t comment.
“What about you?” He asked, teasing, sending R’dare’s question back at him. The bluerider couldn’t possibly expect any other comeback, though N’mor didn’t really think he’d give any more of a serious answer than N’mor had given him.
“Whatever my answer might be to that question,” N’mor teased as he was wont to do when such questions arose, “I will never tell you.” He was smiling, but he’d remained firm on keeping his personal life to himself, especially when it came to talking with blue and greenriders. Notorious gossips, they were, and he wasn’t interested in being on the grapevine, especially one watered by his friends! He was almost tempted to tell his friend that Rhezalth had began to take an interest in the female dragons in the Weyr, but he wasn’t really interested in where that conversation would go, either. It wasn’t like his bronze had given chase yet, he’d just been watching the Flights with a seriousness that told N’mor his dragon was weighing his options. Not that he thought Rhezalth would ever lower his standards enough to chase any of the greens he was eyeballing; arrogant bronze that he was.
“What about you?” He asked, teasing, sending R’dare’s question back at him. The bluerider couldn’t possibly expect any other comeback, though N’mor didn’t really think he’d give any more of a serious answer than N’mor had given him.
