15.Dec.13, 11:44 AM
Both boy and dragon turned their full attention to first Syrendryth, then to Telrynd as he took the chance to introduce himself and his dragon. At the name he had been almost given, N’mor’s eyebrows arched upward slightly and he gave the dragonet a sceptical look. He was glad to hear that his friend had gotten a better name, though! He nodded slightly.
“At least your dragon has sense,” Indamor drawled in response, with a droll look at Rhezalth, who looked anything but amused. “This is Rhezalth, and he decided to call me N’mor.” There was lingering disgust as the boy spoke the name and Rhezalth glared at him before primly burying his nose in the bucket of meat he was presented with. He liked the name, and the reasons N’mor had issue with it were silly; it didn’t sound anything at all like the man that lingered in the back of his young lifemate’s mind.
Besides;
A sideways glance at T’ryn was given, and N’mor puffed out an irritable breath and shrugged. While he figured his friend would figure that Rhezalth was speaking of N’mall, whom N’mor felt his new name was far too close to, he doubted anyone but his father, Amorandii and the brownrider in question were aware of the exact details to the breakup that had occurred so many turns ago.
Even if that breakup had led to B’jin’s bed being occupied by R’nd. Stupid blueriders; why was it always blueriders?
“We can’t just stomp on everyone we dislike, Rhezalth,” N’mor deadpanned, looking flatly at the back of the dragonet’s head as he munched on his meat. A few moments later, Rhezalth lifted his head up, and eyed N’mor through one slowly swirling and critical eye.
Indamor shrugged; so long as he could keep Rhezalth from actually following through on the desire to crush all the little people, he should be fine.
“You should probably keep such opinions to yourself,” he added drolly, settling down on the grass with his bucket in his lap. Who’d have thought he’s Impress a blood thirsty bronze? Then again, Larrikith was a raging bitch (just too small to really act on it), so perhaps he had gone and followed his father’s example after all.
Hopefully he’d have better control over Rhezalth than B’jin had over Larrikith!
“Opinionated, aren’t we?”