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08.Jul.19, 11:58 PM
Z’rin laughed as the bottle appeared, knowing where it came from as he didn’t think N’mor had ever actually purchased a bottle of Benden. He didn’t mind since that meant they could use their marks on other things like items for their weyr or his daughter. Z’rin still marvelled at how lucky he was that his mate adored his kid and that N’mor seemed to be more amused by his desire to be a dad as well as be useful to other people. He wasn’t insulted by N’mor calling him a gift because he was willing to take on a task that others had to take because the Weyrleader ordered them to since any teasing would be done with love attached to it—and truth. Z’rin already knew he was odd and would often beat others to the punchline.
“My duties won’t be too exciting by your definition and in fact will probably bore you and make you question my sanity. But the Lord Holder, his wife, and his children can call on me to transport them here and there as needed or maybe pick up someone important and deliver them to Ista. Though I’m sure any other Lord would be insulted to have a blue appear for him with or without knowing the reasoning for it.” Z’rin chuckled as he shook his head at how Holders still viewed dragonriders in general and the colours on a more specific level. He didn’t expect his new job to sway anyone to the way of blues being the best but he’d at least try to elevate the opinion a bit.
Grabbing the bottle from N’mor, Z’rin took a long swig, savouring the taste a moment before handing the bottle back and continuing with his explanation. “I won’t be stationed at the Hold all day waiting just in case so I’ll still be here more often than not. And I should always have notice so it won’t be us sleeping or being intimate and suddenly a flitter appears with a note summoning me. I’ve been told that will only ever happen in an emergency like a death, I guess. Although I guess there might be a chance of one still appearing with a note letting me know upcoming plans but Varralath can help intercept visitors—winged or not.” Not that either of them would really care about an interruption since they both fell asleep quickly and could resume a steamy situation rather easily.
The only real downside to the whole thing was the actual note reading. With the way words seemed to hate him and move around and away from his gaze, Z’rin had given up trying to learn long before he was left on an island with wild animals. He had a chance to learn again in Katila but he was too embarrassed by it and just pretended to read notices or took his time when alone. He had finally confessed to N’mor about his troubles but sometimes it still bothered him that it could be another flaw used against his mate. “I’m going to read them all, of course, but will you, uh, read them after I do to verify that I have everything correct?”
“My duties won’t be too exciting by your definition and in fact will probably bore you and make you question my sanity. But the Lord Holder, his wife, and his children can call on me to transport them here and there as needed or maybe pick up someone important and deliver them to Ista. Though I’m sure any other Lord would be insulted to have a blue appear for him with or without knowing the reasoning for it.” Z’rin chuckled as he shook his head at how Holders still viewed dragonriders in general and the colours on a more specific level. He didn’t expect his new job to sway anyone to the way of blues being the best but he’d at least try to elevate the opinion a bit.
Grabbing the bottle from N’mor, Z’rin took a long swig, savouring the taste a moment before handing the bottle back and continuing with his explanation. “I won’t be stationed at the Hold all day waiting just in case so I’ll still be here more often than not. And I should always have notice so it won’t be us sleeping or being intimate and suddenly a flitter appears with a note summoning me. I’ve been told that will only ever happen in an emergency like a death, I guess. Although I guess there might be a chance of one still appearing with a note letting me know upcoming plans but Varralath can help intercept visitors—winged or not.” Not that either of them would really care about an interruption since they both fell asleep quickly and could resume a steamy situation rather easily.
The only real downside to the whole thing was the actual note reading. With the way words seemed to hate him and move around and away from his gaze, Z’rin had given up trying to learn long before he was left on an island with wild animals. He had a chance to learn again in Katila but he was too embarrassed by it and just pretended to read notices or took his time when alone. He had finally confessed to N’mor about his troubles but sometimes it still bothered him that it could be another flaw used against his mate. “I’m going to read them all, of course, but will you, uh, read them after I do to verify that I have everything correct?”
