19.Oct.17, 02:53 AM
N’mor watched Z’rin with interest, his curiosity about the bluerider winning out over his usual disquiet where they were concerned. He seemed interesting, and N’mor was intrigued by the way he fell off when talking about his family. It took the young bronzerider a few moments before he realized that Z’rin was the youngster who had been left behind when the Northerners had explored the South. He’d forgotten that had even happened; not surprising really, considering N’mor had been a toddler at the time. What was something like that in the mind of a two-turn-old? And really, N’mor didn’t care much for delving into history if he didn’t need to.
Though he didn’t really show it, N’mor was startled when Z’rin suddenly threw himself on the ground and blurted out his problems. The bronzerider glanced sideways at his beast, raising an eyebrow. Did I do something to make him think I care? Rhezlath tilted his head, considering the pathetic bluerider lump on the sand, and then shrugged at his rider.Dunno. I guess you must have. The bronze beast was as confused as N’mor, who snorted at his dragon and turned back to look at Z’rin – and saw the look of annoyance on his face. N’mor’s eyebrows furrowed and his mouth set in a flat line, not at all pleased with the fact that the bluerider was suddenly giving him attitude.
“R’vi isn’t here,” N’mor said shortly, holding his chin up and frowning down at Z’rin. “He left about three hours ago.” While N’mor didn’t know where the bluerider was, it was part of his distrust of them that kept him aware of when they were coming or going from the Weyr – though that knowledge was mostly gathered through Rhezalth. The bronze was very observant like that, which N’mor appreciated it. Mostly since it then meant N’mor could keep his interest on other things; he had a lot to learn if he wanted to make Wingleader in the future, and hopefully someday become Weyrleader. He hadn’t always been ambitious, but losing an arm and Impressing a bronze (not necessarily in that order) did strange things to a young man.
Though he didn’t really show it, N’mor was startled when Z’rin suddenly threw himself on the ground and blurted out his problems. The bronzerider glanced sideways at his beast, raising an eyebrow. Did I do something to make him think I care? Rhezlath tilted his head, considering the pathetic bluerider lump on the sand, and then shrugged at his rider.
“R’vi isn’t here,” N’mor said shortly, holding his chin up and frowning down at Z’rin. “He left about three hours ago.” While N’mor didn’t know where the bluerider was, it was part of his distrust of them that kept him aware of when they were coming or going from the Weyr – though that knowledge was mostly gathered through Rhezalth. The bronze was very observant like that, which N’mor appreciated it. Mostly since it then meant N’mor could keep his interest on other things; he had a lot to learn if he wanted to make Wingleader in the future, and hopefully someday become Weyrleader. He hadn’t always been ambitious, but losing an arm and Impressing a bronze (not necessarily in that order) did strange things to a young man.