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20.Oct.17, 04:16 AM
Z'rin sighed at hearing his friend had been there but he missed him. That seemed about right for his luck. Ah well; it wasn't like it was a planned visit and he was running late and R'vi left annoyed with him or anything like that. He'd just have to schedule time with his friends to avoid this sort of thing from happening in the future. He thought about going into Ista Weyr but R'vi had always been popular and that certainly hadn't changed with age or Impressing so he didn't want to risk walking in on something better left in private; though knowing the twin he'd just toss out an invite to join. Why did he make friends with odd people?
Don't forget about the bronze pair in front of you. You're being rather rude. And odd yourself, Varralath gently broke into Z'rin's thoughts, only slightly worried about what the others thought about his rider. He knew Z'rin could be a bit fragile still in such areas but for the most part he seemed able to shrug off insults and insinuations. In this situation, however, Z'rin was close to forgetting his surroundings as he waddled in some self-pity and memories.
"Huh? Oh," Z'rin would have flushed as he glanced back up to N'mor and realized the bronzerider was definitely judging him. For what, he wasn't sure but he had a feeling he was becoming a bother. The idea to flop back into the wet sand and let the rain fall on him was appealing until he wondered if someone could drown that way with rain going up his nose or down his throat. He didn't feel like finding out today and slowly got back to his feet.
"Sorry. I guess since it's raining and R'vi is off being R'vi elsewhere, I'll head back home," the trip home might be quick but Z'rin had a feeling it'd be rather cold given how wet he was. He'd just have to use it as an excuse to hit the baths. Maybe someone attractive would be there as well to help warm him up. Varralath snorted and Z'rin suppressed another sigh. They both knew he wasn't the best at approaching someone, especially for a random hook up.
Coming to Ista really had been a bad idea. His mood was shot to hell.
Don't forget about the bronze pair in front of you. You're being rather rude. And odd yourself, Varralath gently broke into Z'rin's thoughts, only slightly worried about what the others thought about his rider. He knew Z'rin could be a bit fragile still in such areas but for the most part he seemed able to shrug off insults and insinuations. In this situation, however, Z'rin was close to forgetting his surroundings as he waddled in some self-pity and memories.
"Huh? Oh," Z'rin would have flushed as he glanced back up to N'mor and realized the bronzerider was definitely judging him. For what, he wasn't sure but he had a feeling he was becoming a bother. The idea to flop back into the wet sand and let the rain fall on him was appealing until he wondered if someone could drown that way with rain going up his nose or down his throat. He didn't feel like finding out today and slowly got back to his feet.
"Sorry. I guess since it's raining and R'vi is off being R'vi elsewhere, I'll head back home," the trip home might be quick but Z'rin had a feeling it'd be rather cold given how wet he was. He'd just have to use it as an excuse to hit the baths. Maybe someone attractive would be there as well to help warm him up. Varralath snorted and Z'rin suppressed another sigh. They both knew he wasn't the best at approaching someone, especially for a random hook up.
Coming to Ista really had been a bad idea. His mood was shot to hell.
