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24.Jan.20, 08:28 AM
N’mor snorted at T’ryn, giving him an amused but somewhat flat look and shaking his head. His friend really was oblivious to his own good looks, and while it was endearing it was also terribly annoying at times. The young bronzerider’s attention was diverted from his blushing friend to the Lady as she began circling him like a carrion bird, and N’mor’s eyebrows lifted slightly, watching her in amusement and a slight confusion. He wasn’t really used to being so obviously examined, though it was refreshing to not be leered at with sex clearly on the brain. Odd, but good. Especially when the expression was on a woman’s face.
Shifting slightly to look at T’ryn, N’mor lifted his glass in a small toast at the admission of a boots commission. He took a sip of the wine, swallowing the drink along with a quip he was going to make about T’ryn being in his bedroom, forcing his mind back to Z’rin – though honestly, that required drowning a quip about the bluerider, too, and N’mor sighed on a ghost of a breath, eyebrows furrowing for a moment before he brushed aside his own confusion and laughed softly at Cazan’s assessment. “I assure you, I am far from the most, ah, interesting,” a slight smirk was given, gaze glancing towards Mylorah and mouth opening to make a teasing remark about the girl when he caught the look Casa shot at T’ryn, and the way his best friend excused himself from the group and beelined after the goldrider.
Hot jealousy ripped through N’mor, and his lips pursed as he watched the pair duck out into the hallway. As much as he wanted to stop whatever trouble Casa was no doubt going to get T’ryn into, and as much as he also wanted to forget the damned woman existed, N’mor was far too aware of his new duty T’ryn had put upon him – babysitting the fresh blood – and he turned his attention to Cazan and smoothed his features. He let the woman draw him into chatter about his commission of her brother’s skills, intrigued and curious but also too distracted by the fact that T’ryn and Casa still hadn’t come back to really pay attention. It was also why he didn’t notice that Cazan was matching him drink for drink, and N’mor drank a lot. He was a bit of a fish for wine in general, but with the added mess of emotions and thoughts, he drank more than usual, and filled her glass whenever she offered it when he was refilling his own.
“That’s Benden!” He said indignantly, absolutely horrified, when Cazan took his glass and tossed back what was left in it without any consideration for such a wonderful batch. He stared at her, still trying to figure out what on Pern was going on, when she put the glass aside and started undressing him!? “Whoah!” N’mor said, absolutely horrified, and more than a little mortified as she nipped around him swiftly, removing his vest before he’d managed to turn a full circle trying to follow her movements. “My lady!” N’mor hissed, stepping back to safety when she was distracted by his vest. He was bewildered as she put it on and then thanked him, pale eyes wide as saucers and absolutely bewildered. He’d spent time around Ladies, but none of them had ever done anything like that – they were far too demure for such actions, even drunk.
N’mor’s eyes narrowed, and he studied Cazan’s face. He didn’t need to know her, to pick up on the glassy sheen of too much alcohol. N’mor’s lips pursed, and he stepped closer to Cazan, reaching out gently to take her elbow. “How about a tour of the Aunt Eridella’s gardens?” he asked, deciding the chilly nip of the evening breeze would help sober the girl up. “And a glass of water,” he decided, waving down a server and handing Cazan a glass, then linking his arm with hers and leading her towards the gardens. He told Rhezalth to tell Syrendryth where they were going, if T’ryn had any interest in his odd little Lady friend, what with Casa no doubt – N’mor pursed his lips and turned his attention back to Cazan, sharing with her information about the Hold and his extended non-blood family as they walked slowly.
Shifting slightly to look at T’ryn, N’mor lifted his glass in a small toast at the admission of a boots commission. He took a sip of the wine, swallowing the drink along with a quip he was going to make about T’ryn being in his bedroom, forcing his mind back to Z’rin – though honestly, that required drowning a quip about the bluerider, too, and N’mor sighed on a ghost of a breath, eyebrows furrowing for a moment before he brushed aside his own confusion and laughed softly at Cazan’s assessment. “I assure you, I am far from the most, ah, interesting,” a slight smirk was given, gaze glancing towards Mylorah and mouth opening to make a teasing remark about the girl when he caught the look Casa shot at T’ryn, and the way his best friend excused himself from the group and beelined after the goldrider.
Hot jealousy ripped through N’mor, and his lips pursed as he watched the pair duck out into the hallway. As much as he wanted to stop whatever trouble Casa was no doubt going to get T’ryn into, and as much as he also wanted to forget the damned woman existed, N’mor was far too aware of his new duty T’ryn had put upon him – babysitting the fresh blood – and he turned his attention to Cazan and smoothed his features. He let the woman draw him into chatter about his commission of her brother’s skills, intrigued and curious but also too distracted by the fact that T’ryn and Casa still hadn’t come back to really pay attention. It was also why he didn’t notice that Cazan was matching him drink for drink, and N’mor drank a lot. He was a bit of a fish for wine in general, but with the added mess of emotions and thoughts, he drank more than usual, and filled her glass whenever she offered it when he was refilling his own.
“That’s Benden!” He said indignantly, absolutely horrified, when Cazan took his glass and tossed back what was left in it without any consideration for such a wonderful batch. He stared at her, still trying to figure out what on Pern was going on, when she put the glass aside and started undressing him!? “Whoah!” N’mor said, absolutely horrified, and more than a little mortified as she nipped around him swiftly, removing his vest before he’d managed to turn a full circle trying to follow her movements. “My lady!” N’mor hissed, stepping back to safety when she was distracted by his vest. He was bewildered as she put it on and then thanked him, pale eyes wide as saucers and absolutely bewildered. He’d spent time around Ladies, but none of them had ever done anything like that – they were far too demure for such actions, even drunk.
N’mor’s eyes narrowed, and he studied Cazan’s face. He didn’t need to know her, to pick up on the glassy sheen of too much alcohol. N’mor’s lips pursed, and he stepped closer to Cazan, reaching out gently to take her elbow. “How about a tour of the Aunt Eridella’s gardens?” he asked, deciding the chilly nip of the evening breeze would help sober the girl up. “And a glass of water,” he decided, waving down a server and handing Cazan a glass, then linking his arm with hers and leading her towards the gardens. He told Rhezalth to tell Syrendryth where they were going, if T’ryn had any interest in his odd little Lady friend, what with Casa no doubt – N’mor pursed his lips and turned his attention back to Cazan, sharing with her information about the Hold and his extended non-blood family as they walked slowly.
