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05.Jul.18, 05:17 AM
Z'rin didn't say anything as N'mor found the comfort he needed. Their friendship was mostly physical but since it was mutual, he never felt like he was being used or taken advantage of and didn't think that way then with the way N'mor held him and seemed to use him as a method of steadying his frazzled emotions. One thing he was definitely taking away from this was that if they wanted to be friends and avoid misunderstandings, then perhaps they really did need to start conversing more. They both had a good sense of humour but perhaps they didn't know each other well enough to tell when it was coming into play. They could work on that later; for now, he was content to be the pillar of support that was needed and wrapped an arm around N'mor as he settled in.
He would have been content to sit there a while longer or perhaps shift so they were lying down but a green firelizard appeared, drawing both of their attention to it. Z'rin shrugged at the silent question of whether or not he knew her and waited to see what the message was about. He knew it wasn't for him; no one knew how often he visited the bronzerider and unless Varralath betrayed him (I would never do such a thing!) Z'rin was safe in the assumption the letter was meant for N'mor. While he briefly worried about it being bad news -- perhaps his sister was sick-- when he saw his friend frown, Z'rin was quickly left confused as he took the letter offered to him.
He was silently cursing himself for taking the letter and wished N'mor hadn't offered it or had just read it out loud. Reading wasn't a strong skill he possessed, finding he got a headache from trying to figure out what some words said because he apparently didn't see them the same as everyone else. If he took his time, he'd eventually work out what something said but he often relied on the word of mouth when important memos went up in the Weyr so he didn't have to stand there all day reading. This time, he frowned at the writing that was far too elaborate for him to even pretend he'd be able to read but assumed it was an invitation to go camping, as N'mor hinted at and saw that the signature was Casa's.
Z'rin assumed the invite was for N'mor and to maybe bring someone if he wanted to since he doubted anyone had figured them out. And that was probably why he was suddenly surprised at N'mor inviting him along with what would probably be a group of his friends. Maybe N'mor didn't mind them knowing? Z'rin didn't mind any which way and was good with going with the flow which earned N'mor a smile as he handed the letter back in case he had to send a reply.
"Sure. Sounds like fun," Z'rin was purposely not thinking about the last time he went 'camping' where he was abandoned. This would be an entirely different situation. He'd be with friends for one thing, and he had a large blue dragon to help him get home in case of a disaster. He wouldn't have to worry about wildlife eating him or what he'd eat that day. Maybe this camping excursion would help him feel more at ease with the idea and the few and far between nightmares he still sometimes had would finally vanish.
He would have been content to sit there a while longer or perhaps shift so they were lying down but a green firelizard appeared, drawing both of their attention to it. Z'rin shrugged at the silent question of whether or not he knew her and waited to see what the message was about. He knew it wasn't for him; no one knew how often he visited the bronzerider and unless Varralath betrayed him (I would never do such a thing!) Z'rin was safe in the assumption the letter was meant for N'mor. While he briefly worried about it being bad news -- perhaps his sister was sick-- when he saw his friend frown, Z'rin was quickly left confused as he took the letter offered to him.
He was silently cursing himself for taking the letter and wished N'mor hadn't offered it or had just read it out loud. Reading wasn't a strong skill he possessed, finding he got a headache from trying to figure out what some words said because he apparently didn't see them the same as everyone else. If he took his time, he'd eventually work out what something said but he often relied on the word of mouth when important memos went up in the Weyr so he didn't have to stand there all day reading. This time, he frowned at the writing that was far too elaborate for him to even pretend he'd be able to read but assumed it was an invitation to go camping, as N'mor hinted at and saw that the signature was Casa's.
Z'rin assumed the invite was for N'mor and to maybe bring someone if he wanted to since he doubted anyone had figured them out. And that was probably why he was suddenly surprised at N'mor inviting him along with what would probably be a group of his friends. Maybe N'mor didn't mind them knowing? Z'rin didn't mind any which way and was good with going with the flow which earned N'mor a smile as he handed the letter back in case he had to send a reply.
"Sure. Sounds like fun," Z'rin was purposely not thinking about the last time he went 'camping' where he was abandoned. This would be an entirely different situation. He'd be with friends for one thing, and he had a large blue dragon to help him get home in case of a disaster. He wouldn't have to worry about wildlife eating him or what he'd eat that day. Maybe this camping excursion would help him feel more at ease with the idea and the few and far between nightmares he still sometimes had would finally vanish.
