02.Oct.17, 06:04 PM
“Charming,” he said mildly, his tone belying his discomfort as the blue landed not nearly far enough away before ambling in their direction. While he didn’t understand N’mor’s discomfort with blue dragons, despite their four year bond, Rhezalth nonetheless acted upon it, leaving the water to amble up the beach and put himself casually between the blue and his rider. N’mor pet his side absently, taking reassurance in the touch. The plan had been to bathe the dragon and then retreat to their weyr so Rhezath could dry and eventually be oiled –t here was no point in trying to oil him in the rain! Now though, N’mor kept his face politely blank as Z’rin approached them with a lazy wave. How was he supposed to escape now?
N’mor decided not to answer the comment of interruption, namely because he wasn’t overly fond of lying, even to bluerider. Rhezalth snorted softly and shook his head, ridding it of rain water, before extending a wing over his soaked rider, helping to shelter him from further drenching. N’mor studied Z’rin for a moment, before offering a wry smile, though his eyes were still wary. He used his only hand to swipe wet hair from his face. “You must be out of touch,” he said placidly, “it has been raining almost non-stop for a week.”