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18.May.18, 09:53 AM
N’mor snorted at T’ryn’s comment, and Rhezalth gave a low rumble of amusement. “Still as lazy as ever,” N’mor teased, grinning at his friend. His own mind hadn’t really gone down the naughty track, but that was mostly because – honestly – N’mor didn’t spend a lot of time in his bed, doing naughty things. The wall, the chair, the floor – lots of time on the floor, really – but not really the bed. N’mor hadn’t really thought about it, but it was likely he was avoiding taking the bluerider into his actual bedroom. It was too private, and too intimate, for the casual fling he was sharing with Z’rin. He couldn’t have the bluerider getting attached – which was a primary reason he needed Marks. A nice couch would be a wonderful addition to his weyr!
“I still haven’t gotten into a habit of carrying numbweed,” N’mor admitted. Growing up with his father being as allergic to numbweed as he was, the young man simply hadn’t had it around. Now, lavender everything was something else entirely. He had all kinds of remedies that involved lavender to sooth away hurts and pains, but he rarely used numbweed. He wasn’t really sure if T’ryn knew about his father’s allergy; he’d never outright mentioned it, but T’ryn was smart and he wouldn’t be surprised if he’d pieced it together over the Turns.
N’mor tilted his head slightly, considering T’ryn as he stepped over a fallen branch. “Strange,” he admitted. “It’s not home, not like Ista has become and definitely not like it was before.” He shrugged one shoulder slightly. “It’s kind of like being in a dream, I guess. Its all sort of vaguely familiar, but it isn’t really?” He shrugged again. “If everything was still where we grew up, I think it would be different.” Well, that was kind of obvious; they probably wouldn’t even have gone North! Well, maybe they would have – there was getting to be too many gold dragons for Katila to house alone – but all the same. He was sad their home was gone. He’d been born there. He supposed he felt the same about Katila as the older riders did about going back to their original Weyrs.
It just wasn’t the same, and it never would be.
“I still haven’t gotten into a habit of carrying numbweed,” N’mor admitted. Growing up with his father being as allergic to numbweed as he was, the young man simply hadn’t had it around. Now, lavender everything was something else entirely. He had all kinds of remedies that involved lavender to sooth away hurts and pains, but he rarely used numbweed. He wasn’t really sure if T’ryn knew about his father’s allergy; he’d never outright mentioned it, but T’ryn was smart and he wouldn’t be surprised if he’d pieced it together over the Turns.
N’mor tilted his head slightly, considering T’ryn as he stepped over a fallen branch. “Strange,” he admitted. “It’s not home, not like Ista has become and definitely not like it was before.” He shrugged one shoulder slightly. “It’s kind of like being in a dream, I guess. Its all sort of vaguely familiar, but it isn’t really?” He shrugged again. “If everything was still where we grew up, I think it would be different.” Well, that was kind of obvious; they probably wouldn’t even have gone North! Well, maybe they would have – there was getting to be too many gold dragons for Katila to house alone – but all the same. He was sad their home was gone. He’d been born there. He supposed he felt the same about Katila as the older riders did about going back to their original Weyrs.
It just wasn’t the same, and it never would be.
