24.Feb.18, 09:45 PM
N’mor was naturally inclined towards silence; he didn’t need a constant flow of words to fill the air for him to be comfortable. Indeed, there were times he and T’ryn simply sat together for hours without either of them saying anything at all. Despite that, N’mor could tell by his own uncomfortableness and the weird energy radiating off Z’rin that he was not someone prone to silence. Internally, N’mor flailed around for a topic to bring up, but was ultimately saved when Z’rin suddenly spoke out, causing N’mor to jump slightly and lift his head, wide eyes considering Z’rin curiously. At least he was not blushing anymore!
The young bronzerider’s expression flattened somewhat at the topic that was chosen, though a wry smile lingered on his lips. “Thanks,” he said dryly. “I don’t remember much,” thank Faranth, he shrugged, lips twisted slightly as he recalled the scene that had gone down when both he and Vaeyla had returned to their senses. He was just glad the woman was mated, so she wasn’t like some folks that he’d heard insisted on a post-flight tumble. His nose scrunched up at the thought before he realised he had company and he smoothed his features.
“Rhea is fine,” he smiled, giving himself a little shake. “Smug as all get out,” he laughed, “but fine.” He studied Z’rin for a few moments, expression quietly serious. “I’d like that,” he finally admitted, clearly surprising himself with those words, as his shoulders stiffened and he cursed internally as his face heated up again. Damn it all.
The young bronzerider’s expression flattened somewhat at the topic that was chosen, though a wry smile lingered on his lips. “Thanks,” he said dryly. “I don’t remember much,” thank Faranth, he shrugged, lips twisted slightly as he recalled the scene that had gone down when both he and Vaeyla had returned to their senses. He was just glad the woman was mated, so she wasn’t like some folks that he’d heard insisted on a post-flight tumble. His nose scrunched up at the thought before he realised he had company and he smoothed his features.
“Rhea is fine,” he smiled, giving himself a little shake. “Smug as all get out,” he laughed, “but fine.” He studied Z’rin for a few moments, expression quietly serious. “I’d like that,” he finally admitted, clearly surprising himself with those words, as his shoulders stiffened and he cursed internally as his face heated up again. Damn it all.