26.Jun.18, 01:22 PM
N’mor gave Mylorah an amused look, but didn’t respond to her question; her quip that he didn’t offer her drinks had his lips tilting in a crooked smirk, though. “If you wanted to be waited on, you should have visited someone else.” He said mildly, watching as she got to her feet to fetch her own glass of water. He didn’t bother to add that she knew where everything was; that was a given. The closest N’mor had ever gotten to playing host was to point his few visitors towards the things they might want; that was where the water and glasses are, those are the seats, and that there, that’s the door.
“Rhezalth will be thrilled,” N’mor drawled, giving Mylorah and amused look once more. “His fan club is in rather short supply since the Hatching. Not that he blames himself for that,” he added, rolling his eyes slightly and picking up another slice of fruit, which he took a bite of thoughtfully. “Should make the next time he chooses to chase… interesting,” the mischief maker in the young bronzerider shone through at his choice of words, pale eyes sparkling mischievously. He didn’t know if Rhezalth would get the itch to chase anytime soon, but it would likely be before Nadioth chose to Fly again, and then have that clutch Hatch. Chances were good that if Rhezalth caught another gold, and the Hatching went smoothly, the blame would be laid on Nadioth. That was Rhezalth’s plan, anyway.
N’mor wasn’t so sure, but whatever kept his smug bronze happy. He snorted, when Mylorah added the comment about her dragon having a sour temperament, and shook his head. “Do gold dragons come with any other options?” He asked, smirking crookedly again. He had never personally spoken to a gold dragon, but considering the quips Rhezalth made to him ever since Weyrlinghood, a gold dragon left a lot to be desired!
“Rhezalth will be thrilled,” N’mor drawled, giving Mylorah and amused look once more. “His fan club is in rather short supply since the Hatching. Not that he blames himself for that,” he added, rolling his eyes slightly and picking up another slice of fruit, which he took a bite of thoughtfully. “Should make the next time he chooses to chase… interesting,” the mischief maker in the young bronzerider shone through at his choice of words, pale eyes sparkling mischievously. He didn’t know if Rhezalth would get the itch to chase anytime soon, but it would likely be before Nadioth chose to Fly again, and then have that clutch Hatch. Chances were good that if Rhezalth caught another gold, and the Hatching went smoothly, the blame would be laid on Nadioth. That was Rhezalth’s plan, anyway.
N’mor wasn’t so sure, but whatever kept his smug bronze happy. He snorted, when Mylorah added the comment about her dragon having a sour temperament, and shook his head. “Do gold dragons come with any other options?” He asked, smirking crookedly again. He had never personally spoken to a gold dragon, but considering the quips Rhezalth made to him ever since Weyrlinghood, a gold dragon left a lot to be desired!