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06.Jul.18, 04:55 AM
“I’d say you don’t have to but you seem excited for the pilfering,” Z’rin grinned, amused at how N’mor swiped the coveted wine from his dad without a second thought. Had B’jin caught on to it yet and just kept a proper stock for them both or was the greenrider oblivious and just forgot how much he should have or how much he drank? It was fun either way and since it benefited him at times as well, Z’rin certainly wasn’t going to ask B’jin about it! “I’ll be the boring guy and make sure we have extra water if we’re going to frolic in the sun a lot.” Dehydration was something he didn’t want to deal with.
He was thinking about what else should be packed and realised he didn’t know how long the trip even was and considered reaching out to get the parchment again so he could scan it for numbers when he noticed N’mor fall silent, as if in thought. The camping trip was forgotten as he watched the younger man seem to debate something with himself before he finally spoke and caught Z’rin completely off guard with the question. N’mor rarely made trips to visit him in the first place, preferring the bluerider come to him and Z’rin never minded that. The weather was always gorgeous in Ista – typically, anyway as he wasn’t a fan of the extreme heat—and there was less of a chance for his daughter to come knocking unexpectedly. Not that she did that too much. She was at an age where she thought herself to be a Lady and expected people to come to her and usually with a gift. Her mother had spoiled her rotten, though he expected he had a small hand in that as well.
“Of course you can stay with me,” Z’rin was a lot of things but he liked to think he wasn’t the dullest knife in the drawer. He knew N’mor wanted to get away from Ista for a while and the troubles plaguing him, like the fight with his best friend. He never had N’mor’s heart and never expected to so figuring out that the fight with T’ryn may have gone deeper than something between friends didn’t hurt as much as it probably should have but Z’rin had been doing his best not to get too invested. He liked N’mor and was happy with their arrangements; he wasn’t about to ruin anything by a fit of jealousy when he didn’t even have a right to it.
“You’re welcome at any time and for any length of time,” Z’rin smiled and leaned back on his elbows so he was semi-lying down and glancing up at the ceiling. He should probably warn about his daughter and the dinner arrangement they had. Had he even mentioned her before? “I should warn you that my nine year old daughter and I have a standing appointment where I make her dinner once a week.” His gaze dropped back to N’mor and smiled reassuringly, “otherwise, she doesn’t really come by, I’m more likely to go to her and you don’t have to be around for the dinner.”
He was thinking about what else should be packed and realised he didn’t know how long the trip even was and considered reaching out to get the parchment again so he could scan it for numbers when he noticed N’mor fall silent, as if in thought. The camping trip was forgotten as he watched the younger man seem to debate something with himself before he finally spoke and caught Z’rin completely off guard with the question. N’mor rarely made trips to visit him in the first place, preferring the bluerider come to him and Z’rin never minded that. The weather was always gorgeous in Ista – typically, anyway as he wasn’t a fan of the extreme heat—and there was less of a chance for his daughter to come knocking unexpectedly. Not that she did that too much. She was at an age where she thought herself to be a Lady and expected people to come to her and usually with a gift. Her mother had spoiled her rotten, though he expected he had a small hand in that as well.
“Of course you can stay with me,” Z’rin was a lot of things but he liked to think he wasn’t the dullest knife in the drawer. He knew N’mor wanted to get away from Ista for a while and the troubles plaguing him, like the fight with his best friend. He never had N’mor’s heart and never expected to so figuring out that the fight with T’ryn may have gone deeper than something between friends didn’t hurt as much as it probably should have but Z’rin had been doing his best not to get too invested. He liked N’mor and was happy with their arrangements; he wasn’t about to ruin anything by a fit of jealousy when he didn’t even have a right to it.
“You’re welcome at any time and for any length of time,” Z’rin smiled and leaned back on his elbows so he was semi-lying down and glancing up at the ceiling. He should probably warn about his daughter and the dinner arrangement they had. Had he even mentioned her before? “I should warn you that my nine year old daughter and I have a standing appointment where I make her dinner once a week.” His gaze dropped back to N’mor and smiled reassuringly, “otherwise, she doesn’t really come by, I’m more likely to go to her and you don’t have to be around for the dinner.”
