02.Sep.18, 10:53 AM
“Oh yes,” N’mor said, his face completely straight. “We love to frolic.” He wasn’t actually sure he’d ever heard the word ‘frolic’ said in a sentence that implied he was the one doing so. Frolicking, really? N’mor wasn’t sure he’d ever frolicked! What a strange thought! In all honestly, N’mor wasn’t even sure that Z’rin was capable of frolicking! He was lanky enough that it would certainly look particularly amusing, though! N’mor’s lips twitched.
“His weyr?” N’mor asked, lifting an eyebrow and studying Mylorah for a moment in mild amusement. “I would assume it is like everyone else’s,” innocence once more dripped from N’mor’s words and he smiled sweetly; Mylorah didn’t need to know how often N’mor had (or hadn’t) been to Z’rin’s weyr, or how often the bluerider had found himself landing on Rhezalth’s ledge. Of course, if she was as observant as she said she was, she’d have seen him often enough; after all, the bluerider visited N’mor far more than N’mor visited him.
Leaning back in his chair, N’mor lifted his eyebrows at the girl, his lips twisting into a somewhat wicked smirk. “And who is your flavour of the month?” He asked, not bothering with subtly – after all, she hadn’t – and while he didn’t actually care, N’mor was rather done with talking about his own sex life now, and since Mylorah clearly wasn’t in any mood to leave any time soon, he might as well turn the tables so she could talk about herself. Girls liked that, right?
“His weyr?” N’mor asked, lifting an eyebrow and studying Mylorah for a moment in mild amusement. “I would assume it is like everyone else’s,” innocence once more dripped from N’mor’s words and he smiled sweetly; Mylorah didn’t need to know how often N’mor had (or hadn’t) been to Z’rin’s weyr, or how often the bluerider had found himself landing on Rhezalth’s ledge. Of course, if she was as observant as she said she was, she’d have seen him often enough; after all, the bluerider visited N’mor far more than N’mor visited him.
Leaning back in his chair, N’mor lifted his eyebrows at the girl, his lips twisting into a somewhat wicked smirk. “And who is your flavour of the month?” He asked, not bothering with subtly – after all, she hadn’t – and while he didn’t actually care, N’mor was rather done with talking about his own sex life now, and since Mylorah clearly wasn’t in any mood to leave any time soon, he might as well turn the tables so she could talk about herself. Girls liked that, right?