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30.Jun.18, 08:49 AM
N’mor snorted at the prospect of the spirited girl being cooped up in the shadows and accepting it, but otherwise let that particular subject go. No one could ever imagine what their dragon would truly be like, though N’mor himself had found that for the most part, one never really understood that until they had a dragon of their own living in what was otherwise a resoundingly empty part of their mind. An icy finger trailed down N’mor’s spine at the thought of being without Rhezalth, and he felt his dragon mentally cling to him in reassurance that he wasn’t going anywhere – it was the same exchange of emotions and fears as they had echoed at each other during N’mor’s recovery following the landslide. N’mor still shuddered to think how close he’d come to losing not only his arm, but also himself. Thank Faranth Rhezalth was an incredibly strong and intelligent dragon!
“Don’t give him ideas,” N’mor drawled, shaking his head slightly. Thankfully Rhezalth was good at spotting odds, and even his dragon was more amused than interested at the prospect of chasing Mizeath; winning would certainly be an ego stroke, but of course, they – rider and dragon – would need to survive the aftermath and neither of them were particularly interested in such an idea. Besides, N’mor actually liked Ameris and he’d rather not ruin that by seeing the woman naked or sleeping with her – even if it was dragon induced. Thank you.
Eyebrows lowered slightly, and N’mor eyed Mylorah skeptically as she drew out the single word, knowing that she was leading into something, though the line she pranced down surprised him. He honestly didn’t think any of his friends actually cared enough pick up on the airs of change in his sex life (or the creation of it, honestly) and he arched a single eyebrow at the young woman in amusement. “There is,” he allowed, “not that it is not any of your business.” Considering the subject closed with that said, N’mor picked up another piece of fruit, knowing deep down that Mylorah wouldn’t leave well enough alone. Well, not without him throwing a tantrum and stalking off to leave her wallowing pitifully in the silent treatment. Whether he’d do that or not would depend on her prodding. He wasn’t really in the mood to be dramatic.
“Don’t give him ideas,” N’mor drawled, shaking his head slightly. Thankfully Rhezalth was good at spotting odds, and even his dragon was more amused than interested at the prospect of chasing Mizeath; winning would certainly be an ego stroke, but of course, they – rider and dragon – would need to survive the aftermath and neither of them were particularly interested in such an idea. Besides, N’mor actually liked Ameris and he’d rather not ruin that by seeing the woman naked or sleeping with her – even if it was dragon induced. Thank you.
Eyebrows lowered slightly, and N’mor eyed Mylorah skeptically as she drew out the single word, knowing that she was leading into something, though the line she pranced down surprised him. He honestly didn’t think any of his friends actually cared enough pick up on the airs of change in his sex life (or the creation of it, honestly) and he arched a single eyebrow at the young woman in amusement. “There is,” he allowed, “not that it is not any of your business.” Considering the subject closed with that said, N’mor picked up another piece of fruit, knowing deep down that Mylorah wouldn’t leave well enough alone. Well, not without him throwing a tantrum and stalking off to leave her wallowing pitifully in the silent treatment. Whether he’d do that or not would depend on her prodding. He wasn’t really in the mood to be dramatic.
