26.Apr.21, 02:43 AM
Z'rin smiled as N'mor yawned, showing just how tired he still was. He was about to encourage his mate to rest a bit longer but N'mor was already sitting up. At least he admitted to how exhausted he was, which only kept the smile in place. N'mor was fiercely private and would only admit such a weakness to a very small handful of people. Being one of those people helped to reaffirm what he meant to the bronzerider, easing some of the fears that sometimes still plagued him.
It was also nice that N'mor's work ethic was already being recognised by the Weyrleader. Sure, it was under less than ideal situations but out of those available to choose from, M'ris had selected N'mor. It also helped make the move from Ista all the more worth it. Z'rin would have been happy staying in Ista and being the personal ferryman to the Lord Holder and his close family but he'd given it up so N'mor could have the freedom he needed, the fresh start so to speak, away from Casa as Weyrwoman and memories of a missed love. Z'rin wasn't stupid, not all the time anyway. He knew T'ryn and N'mor had once had feelings for each other and sometimes the realization that he was just a bluerider with perfect timing for a rebounding heart plagued him but he'd foolishly still fallen for N'mor and wanted the man to be happy. So he packed up his life and relocated.
He crawled onto the bed, settling his head in N'mor's lap, though the smile finally faded at the mention of B'jin. "I don't think any of us want to believe it." B'jin was known for his singing and Z'rin had happily danced to the greenrider's songs and cheered the man on more times than he could count. His early days in Katila had been filled with fear and shying away from most people but B'jin was one of the harpers that liked to sing at night and young Zarindin had always inched closer to the crowd to enjoy the music. In a way, B'jin was as much of a help as some of the 'brats like Indivara and the twins for easing his tension and helping him feel a part of the Weyr. "When he's up for more visitors, I'd like to go with you."
They fell silent for a long moment and if it wasn't for the way fingers still played in his hair, Z'rin would have thought N'mor had fallen asleep again. The question helped to further prove his mate was still somewhat awake and the smile returned. "I went down to the dining cavern for lunch and then stopped in to see Vondal. He's doing well but still just too skinny." Vondal seemed like a nice enough guy, even if N'mor hadn't been sure what to make of the man upon their first meeting. But Z'rin felt he had things in common with the lace-making sailor with amnesia of sorts. They were both in an awkward position when it came to Helyna and N'mor so if nothing else, they could bond over that and keep each other company when they weren't needed because the shiny riders were playing perfect mates.
It was also nice that N'mor's work ethic was already being recognised by the Weyrleader. Sure, it was under less than ideal situations but out of those available to choose from, M'ris had selected N'mor. It also helped make the move from Ista all the more worth it. Z'rin would have been happy staying in Ista and being the personal ferryman to the Lord Holder and his close family but he'd given it up so N'mor could have the freedom he needed, the fresh start so to speak, away from Casa as Weyrwoman and memories of a missed love. Z'rin wasn't stupid, not all the time anyway. He knew T'ryn and N'mor had once had feelings for each other and sometimes the realization that he was just a bluerider with perfect timing for a rebounding heart plagued him but he'd foolishly still fallen for N'mor and wanted the man to be happy. So he packed up his life and relocated.
He crawled onto the bed, settling his head in N'mor's lap, though the smile finally faded at the mention of B'jin. "I don't think any of us want to believe it." B'jin was known for his singing and Z'rin had happily danced to the greenrider's songs and cheered the man on more times than he could count. His early days in Katila had been filled with fear and shying away from most people but B'jin was one of the harpers that liked to sing at night and young Zarindin had always inched closer to the crowd to enjoy the music. In a way, B'jin was as much of a help as some of the 'brats like Indivara and the twins for easing his tension and helping him feel a part of the Weyr. "When he's up for more visitors, I'd like to go with you."
They fell silent for a long moment and if it wasn't for the way fingers still played in his hair, Z'rin would have thought N'mor had fallen asleep again. The question helped to further prove his mate was still somewhat awake and the smile returned. "I went down to the dining cavern for lunch and then stopped in to see Vondal. He's doing well but still just too skinny." Vondal seemed like a nice enough guy, even if N'mor hadn't been sure what to make of the man upon their first meeting. But Z'rin felt he had things in common with the lace-making sailor with amnesia of sorts. They were both in an awkward position when it came to Helyna and N'mor so if nothing else, they could bond over that and keep each other company when they weren't needed because the shiny riders were playing perfect mates.