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11.Jul.18, 09:35 AM
“I doubt that,” N’mor drawled, giving Mylorah an amused look. Saw him? Knowing Mylorah, she was at least attempting to have him jump to conclusions about what she’d seen. Now, if she’d said she heard him, well, that might be a different story. N’mor wasn’t loud but he certainly didn’t mute himself in anyway when enjoying his time with Z’rin. But seen? N’mor wasn’t even inclined to be worried about that; there was no way she’d seen anything of that nature!
Her explanation had N’mor snorting out a laugh, pale eyes sparkling with amusement. “Well yes,” he teased, knowing it was not what she was getting at, “My dragon sired the clutch. It would have been quite unacceptable to not be present.” He smirked, looking smug, knowing what she was angling at but refusing to take the bait. His father had given him quite enough attitude to last a lifetime. Not bad attitude, just a whole lot of teasing and good-natured ribbing and N’mor knew he’d get much the same from Mylorah the moment he gave her a true opening. Besides, teasing her back was a lot more fun than giving the game away.
“And I greeted a lot of people,” he added, amused. “I thought my head might topple off my neck from giving Serious Nods to everyone.” He rolled his eyes, lips still quirked in his crooked smile. It was better than being murdered by the gold pair, or getting some kind of stern talking to from M’ris for not doing his duty or whatever. N’mor wasn’t entirely sure how much people actually expected him participate in the whole Hatching ordeal, so he’d just copied what he’d seen from the other bronzeriders during his youth: Play nice with the goldrider, and nod a lot.
Of course, there hadn’t been a bloody hatching during his time as a candidate and Weyrling, so that was a whole new disaster to deal with. He’d been a child when Indivara was mauled and the Hatchings since had all been pretty tame; a cut or bruise here or there, but no deaths and certainly not any dragonets actively trying to cull the Candidates!
Her explanation had N’mor snorting out a laugh, pale eyes sparkling with amusement. “Well yes,” he teased, knowing it was not what she was getting at, “My dragon sired the clutch. It would have been quite unacceptable to not be present.” He smirked, looking smug, knowing what she was angling at but refusing to take the bait. His father had given him quite enough attitude to last a lifetime. Not bad attitude, just a whole lot of teasing and good-natured ribbing and N’mor knew he’d get much the same from Mylorah the moment he gave her a true opening. Besides, teasing her back was a lot more fun than giving the game away.
“And I greeted a lot of people,” he added, amused. “I thought my head might topple off my neck from giving Serious Nods to everyone.” He rolled his eyes, lips still quirked in his crooked smile. It was better than being murdered by the gold pair, or getting some kind of stern talking to from M’ris for not doing his duty or whatever. N’mor wasn’t entirely sure how much people actually expected him participate in the whole Hatching ordeal, so he’d just copied what he’d seen from the other bronzeriders during his youth: Play nice with the goldrider, and nod a lot.
Of course, there hadn’t been a bloody hatching during his time as a candidate and Weyrling, so that was a whole new disaster to deal with. He’d been a child when Indivara was mauled and the Hatchings since had all been pretty tame; a cut or bruise here or there, but no deaths and certainly not any dragonets actively trying to cull the Candidates!
