24.Feb.18, 06:18 AM
N’mor laughed. “Lucky for me, Rhezalth is above greens.” He teased, though he didn’t think he was the type to appeal to J’ver. For one, he wasn’t whole and J’ver definitely struck him as the type who was vain enough to want a perfect partner. For all that S’kef was a piece of shit, the man wasn’t exactly unattractive. Not that N’mor was interested in him (eww!) but the point still stood.
“Dad’s a greenriding Harper,” he said dryly, looking amused, “who has a personal vendetta against J’ver.” He did not know what had caused such hatred between the pair, but it was somewhat awe-inspiring. He knew there were other riders around that would rather claw one another’s faces than speak civilly, but half the terror of the relationship between B’jin and J’ver was the fact that they coated their nasty bickering in civil conversation. He had never seen anything as horrifying as two greenriders coiled to do battle while talking politely. It was astounding.
Sipping from his drink, N’mor smiled. “It’s probably worth the time.” He didn’t really know V’ler, aside from what his dad had said in passing or he’d heard from others. Aside from the few friends he’d had before Impression, N’mor really went out of his way to avoid blueriders and he’d probably avoid his friends, too, if they weren’t so damned stubborn to spend time with him once in a while. The bronzerider’s nose scrunched up as he took in the sight of R’dare’s bruises. He did not say anything on the mark, but did nod his head in understanding. “I hear he’s pretty good with that information.” He’d even been brought in by B’jin to some classes to give exactly that list, especially to the young greenriders.
“Dad’s a greenriding Harper,” he said dryly, looking amused, “who has a personal vendetta against J’ver.” He did not know what had caused such hatred between the pair, but it was somewhat awe-inspiring. He knew there were other riders around that would rather claw one another’s faces than speak civilly, but half the terror of the relationship between B’jin and J’ver was the fact that they coated their nasty bickering in civil conversation. He had never seen anything as horrifying as two greenriders coiled to do battle while talking politely. It was astounding.
Sipping from his drink, N’mor smiled. “It’s probably worth the time.” He didn’t really know V’ler, aside from what his dad had said in passing or he’d heard from others. Aside from the few friends he’d had before Impression, N’mor really went out of his way to avoid blueriders and he’d probably avoid his friends, too, if they weren’t so damned stubborn to spend time with him once in a while. The bronzerider’s nose scrunched up as he took in the sight of R’dare’s bruises. He did not say anything on the mark, but did nod his head in understanding. “I hear he’s pretty good with that information.” He’d even been brought in by B’jin to some classes to give exactly that list, especially to the young greenriders.