21.Jan.18, 10:10 PM
Young as he was, N’mor was man enough to admit when he had a crush, and he definitely had a crush on the Weyrwoman of his Weyr. He didn’t expect – nor want – something to come of it; he was quite content with his position in the Weyr and would have died if Rhezalth had decided to give chase to Mizeath (not that he expected anyone but Mosiath would ever win) but that was all neither here nor there. In the end, N’mor appreciated Ameris, respected her greatly, and wanted to let her know that she was doing a fantastic job… Not that he didn’t expect M’ris to tell her frequently how wonderful she was but as a future Weyrleader (he had his eyes on the prize!) N’mor felt it was important to tell people they were appreciated.
You’re rambling, the bronze dragon inserted, sending N’mor’s thoughts scattering with a laugh. The young man huffed a sigh and chewed on his bottom lip. Your gift is thoughtful. She will appreciate it. So give it to her. The dragon was both amused and exasperated by his rider’s hesitation; N’mor was a couple of corridors away from the Weyrleader’s quarters. In his arm, he was carrying a carefully wrapped gift, the wrapping made of a soft baby blanket that he figured she could use for her daughter or any future children she might have. The gift inside was more focused on the woman than her child or partner; as much as he respected her, he didn’t really know what she liked. Therefore, he got her a little bit of everything.
There was a bottle of fine Benden wine – which N’mor had not bought; he had actually stolen it from his father’s weyr, much to the amusement of Larrikith who had kept Rhezalth company while N’mor snooped. There was something thrilling in stealing alcohol from his father that N’mor hoped he’d never grow out of it. It was such fun, and he figured it was probably not something Ameris would treat herself to, though he knew his father would be quite happy to go and buy several more bottles. In addition to the stolen booze, N’mor had found some nicely scented bath oils that his aunt seemed to favour (not stolen, but her suggestion) and a simple necklace he’d found at a Gather, with a dragon pendant cast in sparkling stone with a green gem for the eye. N’mor thought it was pretty and figured she’d like it.
What if it’s too much? N’mor fretted, shifting the small package slightly and frowning uncomfortably. The wine was the most expensive item, by a fair shot, but since he’d stolen it off his dad he didn’t think it really counted.Would you just go give the stuff to her? I want a bath. N’mor sighed, but smiled slightly and shook his head. Useless dragon! Licking his lips, N’mor made his way to the Weyrleaders’ weyr, and knocked on the door, carefully balancing the gift as he did so. Is she even in?
How should I know?
Jenn
There was a bottle of fine Benden wine – which N’mor had not bought; he had actually stolen it from his father’s weyr, much to the amusement of Larrikith who had kept Rhezalth company while N’mor snooped. There was something thrilling in stealing alcohol from his father that N’mor hoped he’d never grow out of it. It was such fun, and he figured it was probably not something Ameris would treat herself to, though he knew his father would be quite happy to go and buy several more bottles. In addition to the stolen booze, N’mor had found some nicely scented bath oils that his aunt seemed to favour (not stolen, but her suggestion) and a simple necklace he’d found at a Gather, with a dragon pendant cast in sparkling stone with a green gem for the eye. N’mor thought it was pretty and figured she’d like it.
What if it’s too much? N’mor fretted, shifting the small package slightly and frowning uncomfortably. The wine was the most expensive item, by a fair shot, but since he’d stolen it off his dad he didn’t think it really counted.
Jenn