06.Jan.19, 05:30 AM
Z’rin knew Indivara was teasing him about N’mor’s age but also knew she wasn’t too far off the mark. He was nearly a decade older than his mate and he had been all too aware the entire time that N’mor was rather young, though still an adult even in the eyes of Holders. If he hadn’t been left in the South, he would have been married off to a girl of his father’s choosing to help forge a new alliance with a family or Hold by the time he was sixteen—the age N’mor was upon their first meeting. Besides, the bronzerider acted a lot older than he was most of the time and truthfully, and maybe one day he’d even confess it to N’mor, Z’rin felt about N’mor’s age. His life before travelling South seemed like a distant dream and his early turns at Katila were a jumble of trying to fit in and find himself. He honestly felt like his life truly began once Varralath found him. Having a nine turn old daughter was the only thing really reminding him of his actual age.
“I can just imagine how insufferable B’jin has been since that night,” Z’rin laughed, easily picturing the greenrider practically floating around the Weyr with how happy he had been in their living room. Maybe he would go peek in on the pair after his visit here to see for himself if B’jin was still acting like he was that night and to just say hi since he liked them both. Speaking of that, he should probably excuse himself now before he wore Indivara out.
Getting to his feet, he smiled at how easily Indivara fit against V’ler and the comfortable vibes he got from it. V’ler was writing but didn’t seem like he was inconvenienced by Indivara nor was he annoyed that they had been chatting beside him. V’ler was a good man for his friend. They were so opposite that they balanced. “I should get going. I only wanted to bring the gifts and see for myself you’re still just as stubborn as always with nothing keeping you down. Ry said as much but none of us ever actually take him at his word,” he winked at Indivara, a little joke between them and the little group of friends that had adopted him so long ago. R’vi was a good guy and he was a loyal and trustworthy friend but he was also fun to pick on and even he knew it and went along with it.
“I can just imagine how insufferable B’jin has been since that night,” Z’rin laughed, easily picturing the greenrider practically floating around the Weyr with how happy he had been in their living room. Maybe he would go peek in on the pair after his visit here to see for himself if B’jin was still acting like he was that night and to just say hi since he liked them both. Speaking of that, he should probably excuse himself now before he wore Indivara out.
Getting to his feet, he smiled at how easily Indivara fit against V’ler and the comfortable vibes he got from it. V’ler was writing but didn’t seem like he was inconvenienced by Indivara nor was he annoyed that they had been chatting beside him. V’ler was a good man for his friend. They were so opposite that they balanced. “I should get going. I only wanted to bring the gifts and see for myself you’re still just as stubborn as always with nothing keeping you down. Ry said as much but none of us ever actually take him at his word,” he winked at Indivara, a little joke between them and the little group of friends that had adopted him so long ago. R’vi was a good guy and he was a loyal and trustworthy friend but he was also fun to pick on and even he knew it and went along with it.