03.Jul.18, 10:47 AM
Z’rin laughed at N’mor’s reasoning for the babbling, though he didn’t buy the entire tale about R’nd. Oh, no doubt his fellow bluerider did get freaked out enough to start babbling or even running away as soon as he could without making it look like he was doing exactly that but he doubted there were tears. It was still a fun image and Z’rin was relieved to see some of N’mor’s spark of life and mischief peeking through the dark clouds surrounding him. It didn’t last long, of course, not when the question of his being okay lingered. Z’rin expected a simple ‘I’m fine’ or perhaps even an apology for hiding – though the latter was highly unlikely given N’mor’s arrogance. He hadn’t expected an admission of not being okay and hinting at what bothered him.
He knew, just like everyone knew, that N’mor and T’ryn were close and that the one helped the other a lot after the landslide. Knowing that even they could have a falling out made Z’rin wonder why anyone bothered with friendships at all. What was the point if someone ended up upset or hurt? He didn’t truly think that, clearly, given he had finally come to check on N’mor like friends did for each other. He ran his hand up and down N’mor’s arm, attempting to be soothing and supportive with the gesture, though he had never really been put in the position to have to do such a thing before. Varralath attempted the same with Rhezalth as he got up and moved a bit closer to the bronze. Whether the contact would help ease some pain or not wasn’t known, but the blue dragon wanted to show his support.
Z’rin had never given advice nor had he ever really had a fight with anyone. Even the mother of his child didn’t have anything negative to say to him. They just co-existed and she seemed happy with his attempts at being a father. What did that say about him? Was he really so bland and unforgettable that people didn’t bother arguing with him or couldn’t find anything to fight over? That was a bit depressing but he’d worry about that later when he wasn’t worrying about N’mor and his happiness.
“I could state the obvious and tell you to talk to him again but I’m afraid you might hit me for implying you wouldn’t have thought of that,” Z’rin grinned down at N’mor and then dropped his head back to lean against the back of the couch so he had a lovely view of the ceiling. “You don’t have to tell me anything that happened but your friendship seemed so close and enviable that I like to think he feels the same.” Z’rin couldn’t think of something one or the other would have done to cause the other to never speak to him again but he also knew his own teen years were less than normal so he didn’t have the full range of experience to draw from.
“It’ll right itself out when it’s meant to,” Z’rin felt like a Harper trying to give sage advice and being mysterious and vague about it so he’d come out looking like he was right without doing much work. At least that was how he always viewed the old Harper at the sea hold when he was little. Some of the Harpers he had met since then didn’t do much to change his way of thinking either.
He knew, just like everyone knew, that N’mor and T’ryn were close and that the one helped the other a lot after the landslide. Knowing that even they could have a falling out made Z’rin wonder why anyone bothered with friendships at all. What was the point if someone ended up upset or hurt? He didn’t truly think that, clearly, given he had finally come to check on N’mor like friends did for each other. He ran his hand up and down N’mor’s arm, attempting to be soothing and supportive with the gesture, though he had never really been put in the position to have to do such a thing before. Varralath attempted the same with Rhezalth as he got up and moved a bit closer to the bronze. Whether the contact would help ease some pain or not wasn’t known, but the blue dragon wanted to show his support.
Z’rin had never given advice nor had he ever really had a fight with anyone. Even the mother of his child didn’t have anything negative to say to him. They just co-existed and she seemed happy with his attempts at being a father. What did that say about him? Was he really so bland and unforgettable that people didn’t bother arguing with him or couldn’t find anything to fight over? That was a bit depressing but he’d worry about that later when he wasn’t worrying about N’mor and his happiness.
“I could state the obvious and tell you to talk to him again but I’m afraid you might hit me for implying you wouldn’t have thought of that,” Z’rin grinned down at N’mor and then dropped his head back to lean against the back of the couch so he had a lovely view of the ceiling. “You don’t have to tell me anything that happened but your friendship seemed so close and enviable that I like to think he feels the same.” Z’rin couldn’t think of something one or the other would have done to cause the other to never speak to him again but he also knew his own teen years were less than normal so he didn’t have the full range of experience to draw from.
“It’ll right itself out when it’s meant to,” Z’rin felt like a Harper trying to give sage advice and being mysterious and vague about it so he’d come out looking like he was right without doing much work. At least that was how he always viewed the old Harper at the sea hold when he was little. Some of the Harpers he had met since then didn’t do much to change his way of thinking either.