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05.Jul.18, 10:47 AM
N’mor gave a warm smile at Z’rin’s acceptance of the invitation and he took the piece of parchment back, wondering mildly at the bluerider’s lack of further comment on the things that Casa had written. Not that there was anything really interesting in the text, honestly, but he’d thought it would have gotten at least a smirk from him? N’mor’s nose scrunched up as he glanced around for writing instruments, though he knew well enough that they were on his desk, which was on the other side of the room. Likely Z’rin was worried about setting him off again, and as much as it irked him, N’mor knew it wasn’t Z’rin’s fault at all, but all his own.
Flicking the piece of parchment away from him, N’mor decided Rhezalth could pass along the acceptance to Thallyath, especially since the firelizard appeared to have left and N’mor didn’t have one of his own to send out. Why would he need one, anyway, when he had Rhezalth? He smiled at the sound of Rhezalth grumbling about being reduced to firelizard level tasks, but the bronze was feeling a bit better, if only because N’mor was now. He still missed his brother, but he enjoyed the company of Varralath and had no issues with spending time with the blue.
Turning his attention on Z’rin once more, N’mor’s face was slightly mischievous as he eyed the bluerider. “She said we should bring our own booze,” he said, waving his hand vaguely at where the parchment had been stashed. “I’ll steal a few bottles off Dad.” Pale eyes sparkled mischievously at the thought – N’mor enjoyed swiping booze of his father possibly more than he enjoyed drinking it. The fact that B’jin had yet to catch or confront him about it just made it all the more amusing to him.
N’mor’s expression sobered for a moment, and he was clearly considering whether he was going to say what was on his mind. After a long pause, and a very clear internal debate, N’mor frowned at Z’rin, chewing on his bottom lip for a few moments. “Can I stay with you?” The idea of getting away from Ista for a few days was appealing, but he didn’t know anything at all about Z’rin’s home life, and N’mor had certainly not made any indications previously that Z’rin was actually welcome in his own bedroom, so he wasn’t about to assume he’d be welcome in the bluerider’s. But mostly he didn’t want Z’rin to feel like he had to say yes, because honestly, N’mor was perfectly happy to crash on his father’s couch if need be. “I can stay with Dad if you’d prefer,” he added gently, not wanting to push Z’rin; he’d pushed one friend too far and look at the misery that had – and still was – causing!
Flicking the piece of parchment away from him, N’mor decided Rhezalth could pass along the acceptance to Thallyath, especially since the firelizard appeared to have left and N’mor didn’t have one of his own to send out. Why would he need one, anyway, when he had Rhezalth? He smiled at the sound of Rhezalth grumbling about being reduced to firelizard level tasks, but the bronze was feeling a bit better, if only because N’mor was now. He still missed his brother, but he enjoyed the company of Varralath and had no issues with spending time with the blue.
Turning his attention on Z’rin once more, N’mor’s face was slightly mischievous as he eyed the bluerider. “She said we should bring our own booze,” he said, waving his hand vaguely at where the parchment had been stashed. “I’ll steal a few bottles off Dad.” Pale eyes sparkled mischievously at the thought – N’mor enjoyed swiping booze of his father possibly more than he enjoyed drinking it. The fact that B’jin had yet to catch or confront him about it just made it all the more amusing to him.
N’mor’s expression sobered for a moment, and he was clearly considering whether he was going to say what was on his mind. After a long pause, and a very clear internal debate, N’mor frowned at Z’rin, chewing on his bottom lip for a few moments. “Can I stay with you?” The idea of getting away from Ista for a few days was appealing, but he didn’t know anything at all about Z’rin’s home life, and N’mor had certainly not made any indications previously that Z’rin was actually welcome in his own bedroom, so he wasn’t about to assume he’d be welcome in the bluerider’s. But mostly he didn’t want Z’rin to feel like he had to say yes, because honestly, N’mor was perfectly happy to crash on his father’s couch if need be. “I can stay with Dad if you’d prefer,” he added gently, not wanting to push Z’rin; he’d pushed one friend too far and look at the misery that had – and still was – causing!
