22.Feb.21, 03:45 AM
N’mor slid from Rhezalth, landing with a grunt and then leaning back against the leg of his dragon, rubbing his hand over his face. His butt hurt from being dragon-back for so many hours, and his knees felt slightly like jelly, which was uncomfortable. N’mor brushed his hair back from his eyes and yawned. Damn it had been a day, and N’mor was more than ready to set up his tent and get some rest.
Pushing off from Rhezalth’s leg, N’mor turned and began to undo the special clasps that held his dragon’s straps on, removing them from the big bronze who stretched out and shook himself. N’mor took the straps, and the luggage Rhezalth had been carrying, and found himself a nice spot to flop down, setting the bags to one side and leaning back against the trunk of a solid tree, the branches were well and truly high up, and with the sun setting, he was in the warm ray of light before it would eventually vanish.
N’mor watched his companions quietly for several minutes, T’ryn and Cazan not far away and settled under their own tree, K’dar fishing, of all things, and the others milling around. When K’dar went over to the couple to show off his catch, N’mor hauled himself to his feet and brushed off his arse as he wandered over to the little group, and gave T’ryn’s feet a kick with one of his own. “C’mon,” he said easily, hand in his pocket. “We better set up the tents before we run out of light entirely.” The sun was almost entirely set, which meant light would be running out pretty soon.
“And get a fire up, so we can cook those fish.” He nodded at K’dar.
Pushing off from Rhezalth’s leg, N’mor turned and began to undo the special clasps that held his dragon’s straps on, removing them from the big bronze who stretched out and shook himself. N’mor took the straps, and the luggage Rhezalth had been carrying, and found himself a nice spot to flop down, setting the bags to one side and leaning back against the trunk of a solid tree, the branches were well and truly high up, and with the sun setting, he was in the warm ray of light before it would eventually vanish.
N’mor watched his companions quietly for several minutes, T’ryn and Cazan not far away and settled under their own tree, K’dar fishing, of all things, and the others milling around. When K’dar went over to the couple to show off his catch, N’mor hauled himself to his feet and brushed off his arse as he wandered over to the little group, and gave T’ryn’s feet a kick with one of his own. “C’mon,” he said easily, hand in his pocket. “We better set up the tents before we run out of light entirely.” The sun was almost entirely set, which meant light would be running out pretty soon.
“And get a fire up, so we can cook those fish.” He nodded at K’dar.