10.May.21, 09:04 AM
N’mor blinked at Z’rin’s comment, opening his mouth with a little ‘oh’ of surprised realisation before he snorted. With the way M’ris had been recently, N’mor figured he could probably get away with requesting two weyrs if he did it right, and the Weyrleader would be too far gone in drink to realise what was happening. Of course, that was also likely why nothing had been said about any available upgrades if N’mor wanted it. He’d been rather busy scouting for the drunkard lately, and the idea honestly hadn’t crossed his mind. Not that there was any reason to rush into moving weyrs. N’mor quite liked the one they were in now, and it had room for Zararin, and she didn’t mind sharing with the toddler Vondlyn though that would likely change in coming years. Zararin would soon be a teenager and much too grown up to share with a baby, a boy or her brother – never mind a combination of all three in one sturdy little Vondlyn.
“Of course you have,” N’mor teased, though the fact caused a giddy feeling to warm his belly; he loved Z’rin more than he’d thought possible, but was also astounded every time he was reminded just how fond of him the bluerider was. The fact that he’d been thinking about kids, but waiting for N’mor to bring it up… N’mor leaned forward now that Z’rin was sitting up, and pressed a warm, lingering kiss to his mate’s lips. Withdrawing, N’mor considered the question Z’rin had posed before the kiss, and shook his head slightly. “No,” he said honestly, before smirking playfully. “Someone attractive. I’m not raising ugly babies.”
Leaning forward, N’mor shifted carefully until he was straddling Z’rin’s lap, wrapping his legs lazily around the blurider’s hips, crossing his feet at the ankles and his arm looped around Z’rin’s neck as he smirked thoughtfully at his mate, head tilted slightly to one side. “When will it be right?” he asked, tone playful, but genuinely curious about Z’rin’s thoughts on that part of the topic. Even if they went hunting that very evening for a woman for Z’rin to play dirty with, it could be months or even years before they came home with a babe in arms. Which N’mor found to be kind of disheartening; he didn’t want to wait years, which was why he wasn’t going to rely solely on Helyna agreeing to his request.
“Of course you have,” N’mor teased, though the fact caused a giddy feeling to warm his belly; he loved Z’rin more than he’d thought possible, but was also astounded every time he was reminded just how fond of him the bluerider was. The fact that he’d been thinking about kids, but waiting for N’mor to bring it up… N’mor leaned forward now that Z’rin was sitting up, and pressed a warm, lingering kiss to his mate’s lips. Withdrawing, N’mor considered the question Z’rin had posed before the kiss, and shook his head slightly. “No,” he said honestly, before smirking playfully. “Someone attractive. I’m not raising ugly babies.”
Leaning forward, N’mor shifted carefully until he was straddling Z’rin’s lap, wrapping his legs lazily around the blurider’s hips, crossing his feet at the ankles and his arm looped around Z’rin’s neck as he smirked thoughtfully at his mate, head tilted slightly to one side. “When will it be right?” he asked, tone playful, but genuinely curious about Z’rin’s thoughts on that part of the topic. Even if they went hunting that very evening for a woman for Z’rin to play dirty with, it could be months or even years before they came home with a babe in arms. Which N’mor found to be kind of disheartening; he didn’t want to wait years, which was why he wasn’t going to rely solely on Helyna agreeing to his request.