26.Jun.18, 12:13 PM
“Do I need a reason to visit my favourite bronzerider I’m not related to?” Mylorah smiled sweetly as she plopped herself down in the chair opposite N’mor. Three days ago she would have still called him her second favourite bronzerider after her brother T’ryn, of course, but then Ayontay had to go and Impress a bronze as well. Perhaps there was a shiny future for her as well! Not that she cared about the colour that much so long as she had a dragon of her own day.
She eyed some of the fruit but in the end swiped a cookie. The fruit was honestly only in case she went to T’ryn’s or he was visiting N’mor as well. She knew he wasn’t a fan of sweets and liked to give options when she could. N’mor never shared things he was interested in or not but she had known him long enough to know he’d eat either option depending on his mood. “I come bearing food and you don’t offer any drinks. How very you,” Mylorah teased even as she got back to her feet to roam around his kitchen to find a cup and filled it from the pitcher of water sitting on the counter.
Returning to her seat and the cookie she had left on the table, Mylorah studied N’mor for a moment in quiet contemplation. She wanted to tease him like she always did and ask about his love life, but she was genuinely curious and even concerned about how he was doing after the Hatching. She may have been the one on the Sands in immediate danger but his dragon sired the crazy bunch of dragonets and she had heard a lot of the comments floating around then and since. One of the Candidates that grew up raising horses tried to explain to her how it could be one or both of the parents’ fault but it was far too technical for her to follow and in the end it left her still convinced that it was rude and too harsh to judge either parent as the one to blame.
“I don’t believe it, you know,” she blurted out before truly considering whether it would be wise or not to bring up the topic that might upset N’mor. He always gave off the impression that nothing bothered him but Mylorah didn’t buy it. He wouldn’t be human if emotions didn’t exist in him and besides, his father was a drama queen. “I’d be honoured to have the bronze pair that won their first Flight they entered Chase and win me and my gold.” She smiled shyly as she stared into the glass she held and decided N’mor would purposely go out of his way to avoid her Flights simply because it was her and giggled.
“With my luck my dragon would have a sour temperament and all the babies would inherit it,” she added as way of explanation for the giggles—though she believed that as well.
She eyed some of the fruit but in the end swiped a cookie. The fruit was honestly only in case she went to T’ryn’s or he was visiting N’mor as well. She knew he wasn’t a fan of sweets and liked to give options when she could. N’mor never shared things he was interested in or not but she had known him long enough to know he’d eat either option depending on his mood. “I come bearing food and you don’t offer any drinks. How very you,” Mylorah teased even as she got back to her feet to roam around his kitchen to find a cup and filled it from the pitcher of water sitting on the counter.
Returning to her seat and the cookie she had left on the table, Mylorah studied N’mor for a moment in quiet contemplation. She wanted to tease him like she always did and ask about his love life, but she was genuinely curious and even concerned about how he was doing after the Hatching. She may have been the one on the Sands in immediate danger but his dragon sired the crazy bunch of dragonets and she had heard a lot of the comments floating around then and since. One of the Candidates that grew up raising horses tried to explain to her how it could be one or both of the parents’ fault but it was far too technical for her to follow and in the end it left her still convinced that it was rude and too harsh to judge either parent as the one to blame.
“I don’t believe it, you know,” she blurted out before truly considering whether it would be wise or not to bring up the topic that might upset N’mor. He always gave off the impression that nothing bothered him but Mylorah didn’t buy it. He wouldn’t be human if emotions didn’t exist in him and besides, his father was a drama queen. “I’d be honoured to have the bronze pair that won their first Flight they entered Chase and win me and my gold.” She smiled shyly as she stared into the glass she held and decided N’mor would purposely go out of his way to avoid her Flights simply because it was her and giggled.
“With my luck my dragon would have a sour temperament and all the babies would inherit it,” she added as way of explanation for the giggles—though she believed that as well.