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20.Oct.17, 05:38 AM
Z'rin alternated from staring at N'mor, his offered hand, and the rumbling bronze dragon, wondering what he did to suddenly earn the boy's trust and what he missed in a silent conversation. Before he could question the offer or even fully process it, N'mor was turning away and mounting his dragon. Z'rin stared some more, though it wasn't really to gawk at the way the one-armed rider climbed up the large bronze -- though that was kind of fascinating in its own way -- but he now wasn't sure if the offer still stood or if he was too slow and he was now being abandoned to his frozen fate.
Oh stop it. He didn't say he changed his mind so get up here and let's go. Varralath chided his rider before turning his attention to the bronze dragon that further extended the invitation. You have our thanks, Rhezalth, he inclined his head in thanks and respect before lowering himself to allow Z'rin access to climb up.
Another sigh, which he was starting to worry would become a trademark sign of his, Z'rin silently followed his dragon's order and mounted up. He knew his way to the Weyr from past visits but he certainly didn't know where N'mor lived and he gave Varralath full control over following his barely-older-than-him elder to the promise of warmth and dry clothes. It was sort of amusing that N'mor was younger by nearly ten turns but he had Impressed only two months before Z'rin did. Actually, that wasn't that amusing the more he thought on it. It just showed he had Stood a lot longer before Impressing while N'mor strolled up to his first clutch and left with a bronze dragonet in tow. Not that he minded, he assured Varralath with a gentle pat to his neck.
For once he wisely kept his mouth shut upon entering the weyr and seeing the items N'mor had explained away. The quick quip about wondering if the dresses were actually N'mor's was held tightly inside, not wanting to offend the bronzerider that was being oddly kind to him even if it would have only been meant as light teasing, something he would have done with friends. Maybe he could be friends with N'mor by the end of this? Doubtful; he was likely just helping the charity case that needed help since being found in a tree.
The towel that was tossed at him almost landed squarely in his face but Z'rin snapped out of his mood and checking out the space of a bronzerider in time to catch it. Seeing N'mor going right into towelling off, Z'rin shrugged and followed suit though he put the towel down so he could take off his shirt. It didn't cross his mind that N'mor might not be as free with nudity or stripping down in front of other people but Z'rin felt he was just going off of the cues given to him. He tossed his shirt onto the floor near the front entrance so he wouldn't leave too many puddles around the weyr and grabbed the towel to start working on his hair and torso, hoping to warm up from the short flight with the simple action.
I would apologize for him but I think you'd get tired of hearing the word, Varralath was actually amused by Z'rin but he had a feeling that Rhezalth might be a bit put off by the antics of a bluerider and felt some sort of apology was in order, especially since the older dragon had offered up his personal space for sharing.
Oh stop it. He didn't say he changed his mind so get up here and let's go. Varralath chided his rider before turning his attention to the bronze dragon that further extended the invitation. You have our thanks, Rhezalth, he inclined his head in thanks and respect before lowering himself to allow Z'rin access to climb up.
Another sigh, which he was starting to worry would become a trademark sign of his, Z'rin silently followed his dragon's order and mounted up. He knew his way to the Weyr from past visits but he certainly didn't know where N'mor lived and he gave Varralath full control over following his barely-older-than-him elder to the promise of warmth and dry clothes. It was sort of amusing that N'mor was younger by nearly ten turns but he had Impressed only two months before Z'rin did. Actually, that wasn't that amusing the more he thought on it. It just showed he had Stood a lot longer before Impressing while N'mor strolled up to his first clutch and left with a bronze dragonet in tow. Not that he minded, he assured Varralath with a gentle pat to his neck.
For once he wisely kept his mouth shut upon entering the weyr and seeing the items N'mor had explained away. The quick quip about wondering if the dresses were actually N'mor's was held tightly inside, not wanting to offend the bronzerider that was being oddly kind to him even if it would have only been meant as light teasing, something he would have done with friends. Maybe he could be friends with N'mor by the end of this? Doubtful; he was likely just helping the charity case that needed help since being found in a tree.
The towel that was tossed at him almost landed squarely in his face but Z'rin snapped out of his mood and checking out the space of a bronzerider in time to catch it. Seeing N'mor going right into towelling off, Z'rin shrugged and followed suit though he put the towel down so he could take off his shirt. It didn't cross his mind that N'mor might not be as free with nudity or stripping down in front of other people but Z'rin felt he was just going off of the cues given to him. He tossed his shirt onto the floor near the front entrance so he wouldn't leave too many puddles around the weyr and grabbed the towel to start working on his hair and torso, hoping to warm up from the short flight with the simple action.
I would apologize for him but I think you'd get tired of hearing the word, Varralath was actually amused by Z'rin but he had a feeling that Rhezalth might be a bit put off by the antics of a bluerider and felt some sort of apology was in order, especially since the older dragon had offered up his personal space for sharing.
