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29.Aug.19, 12:16 PM
N’mor laughed, enjoying watching the clogs turn over in Mylorah’s mind. He shook his head at her question, not sure how to answer it, and swiped a wineglass from a passing tray even as he twirled Mylorah around, taking a sip of the wine, grimacing at the cheap bite, and tossed the glass back, before literally tossing the glass, smirking mischievously when a fancy holder lady squealed as it broke at her feet. Sniggering, N’mor turned his attention back to Mylorah, and snorted. “Sweetheart,” N’mor said playfully, “even if I wanted you to cook for me, not even your clever fingers could get a rise.” Laughing at the face Mylorah pulled, N’mor kissed her fleetingly on the nose, before spinning her away again.
When Mylorah started dragging him around at the end of the song, N’mor went along with it, deciding the glasses of booze she was handing him were his reward for all the dancing and teasing he was being forced into. He would have had empty hands when she turned to get the glasses from him – having already downed both with a mischievous smirk, believing one was for her – but had figured out her intent halfway to the Harpers. N’mor managed to snag a couple more glasses before the bubbly girl noticed, and handed them over innocently. Judging by the amusement on one Harper’s face, they’d seen N’mor’s self-save on the way over, and he winked at the man, deeply amused when the guy flushed.
Watching with deep amusement for a few moments, N’mor snagged another glass of wine as he turned to look across the mostly empty dancing zone. It took him a moment to spot Z’rin, clearly busy catering to his daughter’s every whim, the young bronzerider taking a lazy sip of his wine as he watched – after which he scrunched his nose up and peered down it into the glass. Really; did Telgar Hold have nothing better to offer than this murky water they called wine? Swallowing his distaste, N’mor chased it with the rest of the wine, feeling the happy buzz settle in his veins. Between the intense workout of dancing and snagging several wineglasses with increasing regularity, he was well on the way to delightfully drunk. He hadn’t been drunk in a while; it was nice to feel the warmth radiating through his body and the freedom of his thoughts.
Laughter sprung free as Mylorah dragged him back to dancing, and he shook his head. “You’d get bored,” He teased, “Weyrharpers don’t know nearly enough songs to keep you entertained for hours every evening.” Nevertheless, he fell into the easy sway of the dance, leading Mylorah with graceful confidence and teasing her the whole time. The fact that he didn’t step on her toes – not once – was a further source of teasing, though N’mor honestly wasn’t sure who was teasing whom, and changed it up after a while to playfully trying to step on her toes, causing them to bump into several other couples as Mylorah danced away from him, and N’mor did quick, bouncing steps after her.
When the Harpers finished their song, and Mylorah was busy cheering them, N’mor was more than ready to slip away, partly in teasing and partly because he wasn’t sure if that was two dances or six but he felt pretty confident he had upheld his portion of the deal. He rather felt he should probably eat something, too, otherwise he’d be crashing in his dusty old weyr or at his father’s, and he wasn’t sure which was least appealing. Unfortunately for his plans of eating, though fortunately for Mylorah’s entertainment, the Harpers started up again quickly and N’mor’s face lit up at the opening melody.
“Ooh!” He cooed, grabbing Mylorah’s hand even as he sent an almost pouting look towards Z’rin, before being distracted by his lady partner. He turned back to her with bright eyes. “I love this song!” Grinning like an excited child, N’mor practically dragged Mylorah out with him, spinning her around and giving her a look of pure mischief. As the Harpers began to sing, N’mor fell into time with them, pulling Mylorah close as he sung with a low, husky voice and teasing eyes. He could feel Rhezalth’s dry amusement in the back of his mind, and the warmth of the bronze’s love and pride; the fact that N’mor only sang when he had been heavily drinking made Rhezalth sad, but at least his rider did sing occasionally, now.
When Mylorah started dragging him around at the end of the song, N’mor went along with it, deciding the glasses of booze she was handing him were his reward for all the dancing and teasing he was being forced into. He would have had empty hands when she turned to get the glasses from him – having already downed both with a mischievous smirk, believing one was for her – but had figured out her intent halfway to the Harpers. N’mor managed to snag a couple more glasses before the bubbly girl noticed, and handed them over innocently. Judging by the amusement on one Harper’s face, they’d seen N’mor’s self-save on the way over, and he winked at the man, deeply amused when the guy flushed.
Watching with deep amusement for a few moments, N’mor snagged another glass of wine as he turned to look across the mostly empty dancing zone. It took him a moment to spot Z’rin, clearly busy catering to his daughter’s every whim, the young bronzerider taking a lazy sip of his wine as he watched – after which he scrunched his nose up and peered down it into the glass. Really; did Telgar Hold have nothing better to offer than this murky water they called wine? Swallowing his distaste, N’mor chased it with the rest of the wine, feeling the happy buzz settle in his veins. Between the intense workout of dancing and snagging several wineglasses with increasing regularity, he was well on the way to delightfully drunk. He hadn’t been drunk in a while; it was nice to feel the warmth radiating through his body and the freedom of his thoughts.
Laughter sprung free as Mylorah dragged him back to dancing, and he shook his head. “You’d get bored,” He teased, “Weyrharpers don’t know nearly enough songs to keep you entertained for hours every evening.” Nevertheless, he fell into the easy sway of the dance, leading Mylorah with graceful confidence and teasing her the whole time. The fact that he didn’t step on her toes – not once – was a further source of teasing, though N’mor honestly wasn’t sure who was teasing whom, and changed it up after a while to playfully trying to step on her toes, causing them to bump into several other couples as Mylorah danced away from him, and N’mor did quick, bouncing steps after her.
When the Harpers finished their song, and Mylorah was busy cheering them, N’mor was more than ready to slip away, partly in teasing and partly because he wasn’t sure if that was two dances or six but he felt pretty confident he had upheld his portion of the deal. He rather felt he should probably eat something, too, otherwise he’d be crashing in his dusty old weyr or at his father’s, and he wasn’t sure which was least appealing. Unfortunately for his plans of eating, though fortunately for Mylorah’s entertainment, the Harpers started up again quickly and N’mor’s face lit up at the opening melody.
“Ooh!” He cooed, grabbing Mylorah’s hand even as he sent an almost pouting look towards Z’rin, before being distracted by his lady partner. He turned back to her with bright eyes. “I love this song!” Grinning like an excited child, N’mor practically dragged Mylorah out with him, spinning her around and giving her a look of pure mischief. As the Harpers began to sing, N’mor fell into time with them, pulling Mylorah close as he sung with a low, husky voice and teasing eyes. He could feel Rhezalth’s dry amusement in the back of his mind, and the warmth of the bronze’s love and pride; the fact that N’mor only sang when he had been heavily drinking made Rhezalth sad, but at least his rider did sing occasionally, now.
