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20.Oct.17, 04:45 AM
N’mor sighed when Z’rin said he would head home. N’mor was quite happy to be rid of the bluerider, but he also knew that traveling between while soaked to the bone was an invitation to get really sick, if it didn’t outright kill the man. N’mor wasn’t sure he knew of anyone that had travelled between so wet. Probably because whoever did was dead. He sighed again and stepped forward slightly, holding out his hand slightly in invitation though his expression was slightly on the bland and exasperated side.
“C’mon, you can’t travel while you’re soaked. I have some of R’nd’s clothing you can borrow. Return it to the man and you might get some good karma. Just don’t tell him I had it.” He didn’t explain that the reason he had the bluerider’s clothing was because his father wore it when he visited and hadn’t returned in it, for whatever reason. Why B’jin chose to wear clothing that was several sizes too big for him was beyond N’mor, but it provided him with clothing for the wet bluerider before him. He looked like he’d be close to R’nd’s size, give or take a few inches… Ugh, my brain did not just go there. Oh Faranth
Oh, it did! Rhezalth crowed, rumbling in laughter as N’mor lifted his hand to hide his burning face behind before shaking his head and setting his shoulders. That was the last image he needed in his mind. Ugh. Why wasn’t it going away? Come. My weyr is big enough for both of us while your rider dries off. The bronze dragon bespoke his kin, lowering himself so N’mor could mount, albeit awkwardly and showing the only instance of his disability with the missing limb, though he managed well enough, the water was making the simple task awkward. Finally atop his dragon, N’mor expelled his breath forcefully through his nostrils before clinging as Rhezalth launched into the air.
It was apparent they weren’t expecting to be denied their charity, and Rhezalth looked back under his wing to make sure the blue pair were following before angling lightly towards his own weyr, and landing with a light scrabble of claws on the edge. N’mor slid off and slicked his wet hair back from his face. The ride just to the Weyr had been freezing in the upper winds, he decided he was making good headway on his ambitions to be a Weyrleader by not banishing a blue to his death of between. Good karma, right? He smiled to himself as he waited on the ledge for his companion to arrive.
N’mor’s weyr was typical of a bronzerider; mid-height up the wall of the volcano it was on the larger side, and the entrance was blocked with heavy skins separating the dragon’s ledge from the inner weyr. Once Z’rin landed, N’mor beckoned him with a flick of his hand and lead the way inside. “It’s a bit messy, my sister was staying for a few days.” He explained away the stray dress that were folded over the back of his study chair, and the ribbons that were laying across his desk. N’mor made his way to a storage cabinet and dug up a couple of towels, and threw one over to Z’rin. “Here.” Turning his back on the bluerider, N’mor used another towel to dry his hair. Where had he put R’nd’s clothing?
“C’mon, you can’t travel while you’re soaked. I have some of R’nd’s clothing you can borrow. Return it to the man and you might get some good karma. Just don’t tell him I had it.” He didn’t explain that the reason he had the bluerider’s clothing was because his father wore it when he visited and hadn’t returned in it, for whatever reason. Why B’jin chose to wear clothing that was several sizes too big for him was beyond N’mor, but it provided him with clothing for the wet bluerider before him. He looked like he’d be close to R’nd’s size, give or take a few inches… Ugh, my brain did not just go there. Oh Faranth
It was apparent they weren’t expecting to be denied their charity, and Rhezalth looked back under his wing to make sure the blue pair were following before angling lightly towards his own weyr, and landing with a light scrabble of claws on the edge. N’mor slid off and slicked his wet hair back from his face. The ride just to the Weyr had been freezing in the upper winds, he decided he was making good headway on his ambitions to be a Weyrleader by not banishing a blue to his death of between. Good karma, right? He smiled to himself as he waited on the ledge for his companion to arrive.
N’mor’s weyr was typical of a bronzerider; mid-height up the wall of the volcano it was on the larger side, and the entrance was blocked with heavy skins separating the dragon’s ledge from the inner weyr. Once Z’rin landed, N’mor beckoned him with a flick of his hand and lead the way inside. “It’s a bit messy, my sister was staying for a few days.” He explained away the stray dress that were folded over the back of his study chair, and the ribbons that were laying across his desk. N’mor made his way to a storage cabinet and dug up a couple of towels, and threw one over to Z’rin. “Here.” Turning his back on the bluerider, N’mor used another towel to dry his hair. Where had he put R’nd’s clothing?
