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22.Sep.19, 11:00 AM
N’mor laughed, pulling a playful face at the gentle kiss, before leaning in to place a light one on Mylorah’s temple in response. He raised an eyebrow in mocking scepticism at her comment, knowing it set him free if he wanted. Taking her hand, N’mor lead her back over to the edge of the dancing floor, getting her a glass of cool water and himself another glass of wine, this one a crisp white wine that wasn’t Benden, but was hardly bad. He wouldn’t admit it to his father, of course (unless doing so was going to cause more amusement than not) but N’mor rather liked the Tillek wine. Especially since it was much more affordable, and that meant he could keep filching his father’s precious Benden.
Handing Mylorah her glass of water, N’mor then sipped at his wine as he watched Z’rin and Zararin, the young lady looking rather fabulous in her gather dress, bossing her father around as only a daughter can. Smirking behind his glass, N’mor watched as Z’rin glanced at him, and then said something to the girl. Smirk falling into an easy smile, N’mor lifted his glass in a toast to bluerider and child. “Looks like we’re both getting re-partnered,” N’mor laughed, tilting his head to look at Mylorah with a slightly raised eyebrow once more, lips still twitching, belying the small smile he had still.
Expression turning naughty, N’mor leaned into Mylorah, wine scented breath brushing her ear. “No keeping him out past curfew, or I’ll drop Zara off wherever you are.” Laughing playfully, N’mor bumped his shoulder gently against Z’rin’s as he swept into a courtly bow for Zararin, finishing his wine and setting the glass aside before offering his arm to the young girl, guiding her regally out onto the dancefloor. With the whole of the Hold, half the Hall, and most the Weyrs available for Mylorah’s choosing, N’mor didn’t truly think she’d smuggle Z’rin away for a quickie, but the opportunity to tease her – and by proxy, Z’rin – was too good to miss out on.
Handing Mylorah her glass of water, N’mor then sipped at his wine as he watched Z’rin and Zararin, the young lady looking rather fabulous in her gather dress, bossing her father around as only a daughter can. Smirking behind his glass, N’mor watched as Z’rin glanced at him, and then said something to the girl. Smirk falling into an easy smile, N’mor lifted his glass in a toast to bluerider and child. “Looks like we’re both getting re-partnered,” N’mor laughed, tilting his head to look at Mylorah with a slightly raised eyebrow once more, lips still twitching, belying the small smile he had still.
Expression turning naughty, N’mor leaned into Mylorah, wine scented breath brushing her ear. “No keeping him out past curfew, or I’ll drop Zara off wherever you are.” Laughing playfully, N’mor bumped his shoulder gently against Z’rin’s as he swept into a courtly bow for Zararin, finishing his wine and setting the glass aside before offering his arm to the young girl, guiding her regally out onto the dancefloor. With the whole of the Hold, half the Hall, and most the Weyrs available for Mylorah’s choosing, N’mor didn’t truly think she’d smuggle Z’rin away for a quickie, but the opportunity to tease her – and by proxy, Z’rin – was too good to miss out on.
