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27.Aug.18, 02:36 AM
Z'rin just grinned at being called a lazy bluerider. He didn't think N'mor meant it and was only playing off of his own joking around but even if he did, it didn't bother him. Truthfully, they were all pretty lazy with not much to do in the calm turns between Threadfalls. He had a feeling, however, that the lazy days would be coming to an end thanks to the fires showing them all how ill-prepared they were for emergencies. They had to scramble around to make themselves into passable working wings and Z'rin had no doubts that wing practices would definitely be back soon. There had been rumours for a while that they Weyrleaders were considering it but this seemed like the needed kick in the butt.
At the suggestion of a bath, Z'rin was brought out of his musings and a playfulness lit up his face. "A bath, huh? I like where this is going." They had had some wicked times in the bathing rooms in recent times and Z'rin wouldn't mind having more. But since he couldn't even roll over without wanting to black out in pain, he didn't think that would be happening any time soon and sighed. "But I think it'll have to be a disappointing sponge bath for a bit." No doubt they could still get creative and find ways to enjoy it without much energy and movement.
"What, I still have hair that's not falling in my face right now?" Z'rin hadn't even thought about that. He was so used to the bits that liked to fall forward that he didn't consider one way or the other what his head looked like. Once it was pointed out, a part of him wondered if what he could see was all that remained but N'mor was playing with more so he wasn't bald just yet. Maybe he should be, though, if what the bronzerider implied was as bad as he was now conjuring up in his head. He wasn't vain, but he did still like his hair. "I'm afraid to ask. Think it's salvageable with a good trim or should I just shave it all off and--"
Z'rin didn't finish as dragons all over the Weyr started keening. Frightened eyes looked at N'mor, the unspoken thought of who it was they just lost hanging between them. At least he knew it wasn't N'mor. It was shocking how much relief he found in that thought thanks to the man sitting before him. But still, a dragon and possibly human had died and whether or not they were considered a friend, everyone still seemed to know everyone.
Who? He finally asked, having to know but dreading the answer.
Wydrith and her rider Peorray. There was so much sorrow in his dragon's voice that Z'rin wanted to crawl out of bed and curl up with him, injuries be damned! But he stayed where he was and shut his eyes.
"Oh, Faranth..." he choked out, whispering the curse as the news sank in. Not only did they lose a pair, but a gold pair! The only positive was that they had multiple golds now and it didn't spell the end of the dragon population but they were both kind and he'd miss them. Another thought hit him and Z'rin didn't want to know the answer yet, knowing he couldn't handle it right then. Who else may have died while he slept?
At the suggestion of a bath, Z'rin was brought out of his musings and a playfulness lit up his face. "A bath, huh? I like where this is going." They had had some wicked times in the bathing rooms in recent times and Z'rin wouldn't mind having more. But since he couldn't even roll over without wanting to black out in pain, he didn't think that would be happening any time soon and sighed. "But I think it'll have to be a disappointing sponge bath for a bit." No doubt they could still get creative and find ways to enjoy it without much energy and movement.
"What, I still have hair that's not falling in my face right now?" Z'rin hadn't even thought about that. He was so used to the bits that liked to fall forward that he didn't consider one way or the other what his head looked like. Once it was pointed out, a part of him wondered if what he could see was all that remained but N'mor was playing with more so he wasn't bald just yet. Maybe he should be, though, if what the bronzerider implied was as bad as he was now conjuring up in his head. He wasn't vain, but he did still like his hair. "I'm afraid to ask. Think it's salvageable with a good trim or should I just shave it all off and--"
Z'rin didn't finish as dragons all over the Weyr started keening. Frightened eyes looked at N'mor, the unspoken thought of who it was they just lost hanging between them. At least he knew it wasn't N'mor. It was shocking how much relief he found in that thought thanks to the man sitting before him. But still, a dragon and possibly human had died and whether or not they were considered a friend, everyone still seemed to know everyone.
Who? He finally asked, having to know but dreading the answer.
Wydrith and her rider Peorray. There was so much sorrow in his dragon's voice that Z'rin wanted to crawl out of bed and curl up with him, injuries be damned! But he stayed where he was and shut his eyes.
"Oh, Faranth..." he choked out, whispering the curse as the news sank in. Not only did they lose a pair, but a gold pair! The only positive was that they had multiple golds now and it didn't spell the end of the dragon population but they were both kind and he'd miss them. Another thought hit him and Z'rin didn't want to know the answer yet, knowing he couldn't handle it right then. Who else may have died while he slept?
