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26.Feb.18, 02:40 AM
N’mor was rather excited about the prospect of the get-together that was being held at his Aunt’s. Having been invited by both his father, and T’ryn, N’mor had taken his friend’s suggestion to heart and made a trip to Telgar Hold, where he had been able to purchase a pair of the strange contraptions that would be attached to his feet so he could glide on the ice. It sounded ridiculous to N’mor, but T’ryn seemed to find the idea appealing and he had not seen any reason not to go along with it. Tying said ‘skates’ to the appropriate section of his dragon’s leathers, N’mor had checked once more that he was appropriately rugged up – sweating as he was in the mild Ista weather, he knew Benden would be a lot colder – before climbing up onto Rhezalth and strapping himself in.
They met T’ryn in the skies above Ista, and Rhezalth took the location from the other bronze, N’mor saluting cheerfully before they vanished between. Reappearing above the rather quaint holding, N’mor peered around curiously as he directed Rhezalth to land a polite distance from where he could see his father, R’nd, and an assortment of R’nd’s family. A wicked smile found itself on his lips, and N’mor slid casually off of Rhezalth and jogged over to join the group, slinging his arm around his father’s waist. “Hey Dad! Thanks for the invite!” He turned his bright grin on Eridella. “Hey Aunt Eridella!” He glanced – not at all subtly – towards R’nd and tossed a wink at Eridella. He felt B’jin laughing silently against his side. Letting go of his father, he stepped forward and kissed the woman politely on the cheek, before turning and making his way back to his dragon. Relieving Rhezalth of the skates and his riding straps (which N’mor tossed on the growing pile of straps from other dragons), the young bronzerider made his way to an empty bench near the frozen lake. Good insight of the holders!
Settling himself on the bench, N’mor set his feet on the skates, and then waited patiently for T’ryn to join him and tie them for him. Having only one hand was such a drag sometimes, but at least he had his friend! If he enjoyed the strange activity, N’mor decided he would get the straps changed to be like the ones on his riding leathers, so he could tighten them himself. In the meantime, N’mor watched the skaters on the lake as T’ryn set his own on, and then he stood up hesitantly, and waddled towards the lake, laughing at their awkwardness. “This is ridiculous,” he said, highly entertained. Clearly once one got the hang of it, it was a rather delightful activity to watch; but N’mor could also tell by the people with their arses in the air or on the ice, that it was not an easy one to master.
N’mor took one more step, and that landed him on ice. Surprised, he squealed in an incredibly inelegant manner as his feet went out from under him, sending him careening across the ice on his rear end. Spinning slightly, N’mor threw back his head and laughed so hard his stomach hurt before he managed to catch his breath and took the hand offered to him by T’ryn that allowed his friend to haul him to his feet. “That was elegant,” he laughed, face flushed with amusement and eyes sparkling. He tried to get his feet back under him instead of splayed and grinned as T’ryn gave him a shove, sending him gliding awkwardly across the ice. Okay, so that was not so hard. But how were people doing the actual skating thing?
I love this snow stuff! Rhezalth interrupted N’mor’s thoughts, and the young man looked up to see where his dragon was, and then laughed again as he saw the usually reserved bronze dragon on his back, wings splayed as he rolled and wriggled in several feet of snow. Look! Wriggling until he could stand up, Rhezalth spread his wings and shook bodily, sending a cloud of snow crystals out in every direction. So pretty! the bronze was standing with his head tilted up, watching the crystals slowly falling back around him. N’mor smiled wistfully. We’ll come back some time when it’s snowing, he promised, delighted in his dragon’s childlike wonder. He laughed again when Rhezalth took several leaping bounds and then flopped over into a fresh patch of snow to start again.
Shifting his gaze from his dragon, N’mor’s attention was caught by a familiar back. He frowned slightly, staring and mildly confused, before the person in question turned around. N’mor flushed crimson at being caught staring when Z’rin’s gaze met his, and he waved weakly in response to the bluerider’s cheerful gesture. Unfortunately, the action unbalanced him, and N’mor’s feet went out from under him, sending him toppling back onto his rear with an ‘oof’ of surprise. Cringing, he glanced up warily to see if Z’rin had seen (it didn’t look like it?) but in the process caught sight of T’ryn. N’mor groaned as his face heated up again, and he dropped his chin to his chest for a moment. Lifting his head again, he forced a quirky smile onto his lips and held out his hand. “Help me up?” he asked, deciding to pretend what had just happened, hadn’t. Hopefully T’ryn would follow his lead… right?
They met T’ryn in the skies above Ista, and Rhezalth took the location from the other bronze, N’mor saluting cheerfully before they vanished between. Reappearing above the rather quaint holding, N’mor peered around curiously as he directed Rhezalth to land a polite distance from where he could see his father, R’nd, and an assortment of R’nd’s family. A wicked smile found itself on his lips, and N’mor slid casually off of Rhezalth and jogged over to join the group, slinging his arm around his father’s waist. “Hey Dad! Thanks for the invite!” He turned his bright grin on Eridella. “Hey Aunt Eridella!” He glanced – not at all subtly – towards R’nd and tossed a wink at Eridella. He felt B’jin laughing silently against his side. Letting go of his father, he stepped forward and kissed the woman politely on the cheek, before turning and making his way back to his dragon. Relieving Rhezalth of the skates and his riding straps (which N’mor tossed on the growing pile of straps from other dragons), the young bronzerider made his way to an empty bench near the frozen lake. Good insight of the holders!
Settling himself on the bench, N’mor set his feet on the skates, and then waited patiently for T’ryn to join him and tie them for him. Having only one hand was such a drag sometimes, but at least he had his friend! If he enjoyed the strange activity, N’mor decided he would get the straps changed to be like the ones on his riding leathers, so he could tighten them himself. In the meantime, N’mor watched the skaters on the lake as T’ryn set his own on, and then he stood up hesitantly, and waddled towards the lake, laughing at their awkwardness. “This is ridiculous,” he said, highly entertained. Clearly once one got the hang of it, it was a rather delightful activity to watch; but N’mor could also tell by the people with their arses in the air or on the ice, that it was not an easy one to master.
N’mor took one more step, and that landed him on ice. Surprised, he squealed in an incredibly inelegant manner as his feet went out from under him, sending him careening across the ice on his rear end. Spinning slightly, N’mor threw back his head and laughed so hard his stomach hurt before he managed to catch his breath and took the hand offered to him by T’ryn that allowed his friend to haul him to his feet. “That was elegant,” he laughed, face flushed with amusement and eyes sparkling. He tried to get his feet back under him instead of splayed and grinned as T’ryn gave him a shove, sending him gliding awkwardly across the ice. Okay, so that was not so hard. But how were people doing the actual skating thing?
Shifting his gaze from his dragon, N’mor’s attention was caught by a familiar back. He frowned slightly, staring and mildly confused, before the person in question turned around. N’mor flushed crimson at being caught staring when Z’rin’s gaze met his, and he waved weakly in response to the bluerider’s cheerful gesture. Unfortunately, the action unbalanced him, and N’mor’s feet went out from under him, sending him toppling back onto his rear with an ‘oof’ of surprise. Cringing, he glanced up warily to see if Z’rin had seen (it didn’t look like it?) but in the process caught sight of T’ryn. N’mor groaned as his face heated up again, and he dropped his chin to his chest for a moment. Lifting his head again, he forced a quirky smile onto his lips and held out his hand. “Help me up?” he asked, deciding to pretend what had just happened, hadn’t. Hopefully T’ryn would follow his lead… right?
