12.Jul.18, 10:00 AM
N’mor’s lips twitched in amusement when Mylorah tried again, this time by complimenting Z’rin. N’mor was quite aware of how attractive the bluerider was, though he wasn’t quite sure he’d describe him as ‘cute’. Cute was something he generally associated with girls – like his sister and her love of gowns – or baby firelizards. Z’rin definitely wasn’t a girl, and he wasn’t a baby firelizard, so calling him cute was weird. But then, Mylorah was a girl and girls were weird by definition. N’mor’s lips twitched again as she made herself comfortable.
“You should tell him,” he said mildly, not quite managing to hide the amusement that was rippling through his voice. “Blueriders have quite the ego, and I’m sure he’d appreciate you shining it.” Shaking his head slightly, N’mor rose from his seat and made his way into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of wine (Benden, stolen of his father, naturally) and made his way back with an easy stride, settling himself on his seat and lifting his eyebrows at Mylorah. “He might even reward you for your kindness,” he added, a wicked smirk winning over his lips before he took a sip of his drink.
You are enjoying this far too much, Rhezalth said, his voice as amused as N’mor’s as he bespoke his rider. N’mor would have winked at his dragon, but not being in the same vicinity had to resorted to emotionally implying the action. He felt Rhezalth laugh again, and shift his bulk in his wing of the weyr. She signed herself up for it, N’mor responded cheerfully, not at all ashamed of playing the girl’s game back at her. It was entertaining him, and his mood was vastly improved to prior to her visit. Quite the achievement for the girl, really. Generally N’mor did little more than tolerate her and encourage her to leave.
Something was clearly wrong with him! Enjoying the company of blueriders and girls! Rhezalth rumbled in amusement and N’mor snorted, shaking his head at both himself and his dragon.
“You should tell him,” he said mildly, not quite managing to hide the amusement that was rippling through his voice. “Blueriders have quite the ego, and I’m sure he’d appreciate you shining it.” Shaking his head slightly, N’mor rose from his seat and made his way into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of wine (Benden, stolen of his father, naturally) and made his way back with an easy stride, settling himself on his seat and lifting his eyebrows at Mylorah. “He might even reward you for your kindness,” he added, a wicked smirk winning over his lips before he took a sip of his drink.
Something was clearly wrong with him! Enjoying the company of blueriders and girls! Rhezalth rumbled in amusement and N’mor snorted, shaking his head at both himself and his dragon.