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31.Aug.18, 07:22 AM
Despite the agreement that seemed to come from Z’rin in such a distracted way, N’mor didn’t make any move to actually leave the bluerider’s side, his hand still holding Z’rin’s, fingers woven together and the young bronzerider’s thumb caressing in a lazy, absent manner as he conversed with Rhezalth in an attempt to find out more information about what had happened to the gold and her rider. It wasn’t going very well; no one seemed to know much and most of the dragons were too busy freaking out – even the usually calm Rhezalth – to actually share information with their demanding riders.
“Huh?” N’mor turned to look down at Z’rin when the bluerider was suddenly making exclamations, pale eyes wide as he tried to figure out what Z’rin was objecting to. The answer came when Z’rin added to his demand, and N’mor tilted his head slightly, blinking again. “I wasn’t going to go anywhere,” N’mor said, bemused, and barely finished getting the words out before Z’rin was almost talking over the top of him. N’mor frowned, his eyebrows drawing together and causing a furrow to appear above his nose.
N’mor sighed and shook his head. “They are, but we’ve been put on rosters. We’re mostly waiting for it to burn itself out and keep it contained to the area its in.” He shrugged; no one had confirmed that, it was just what he figured they were doing. But it also meant he had more time to be with his friend. N’mor continued to frown down at Z’rin for several more moments, his expression somewhat sad. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, studying the bluerider carefully. He wasn’t going to abandon him, especially not when he so clearly needed a friend. N’mor didn’t know where he’d be, if he’d been abandoned by his friends when he’d gotten hurt. He certainly wasn’t going to do it to his own.
“Oh!” He said suddenly, carefully shaking his hand free of Z’rin’s. “I have something for you!” Hopping off the bed, N’mor made his way over to his pile of riding leathers, that had been kicked into the corner – he was dressed in someone’s spare cotton shirt and pants, which were too big – and dug around in the pocket of his jacket for a moment. Standing up, he made his way back to the bed and sat carefully back beside Z’rin. “Here. I borrowed Dad’s firelizard to send a letter to your daughter and her mother. Figured they’d like to know you were okay. Your kid wants to see you.” N’mor didn’t know what their relationship was like, but really, kids were fickle at the best of time and N’mor was just glad they didn’t live in the Weyr. He was pretty sure the little girl would have been sleeping in the chair beside him (or on him, who knew?) and driving him insane.
“Huh?” N’mor turned to look down at Z’rin when the bluerider was suddenly making exclamations, pale eyes wide as he tried to figure out what Z’rin was objecting to. The answer came when Z’rin added to his demand, and N’mor tilted his head slightly, blinking again. “I wasn’t going to go anywhere,” N’mor said, bemused, and barely finished getting the words out before Z’rin was almost talking over the top of him. N’mor frowned, his eyebrows drawing together and causing a furrow to appear above his nose.
N’mor sighed and shook his head. “They are, but we’ve been put on rosters. We’re mostly waiting for it to burn itself out and keep it contained to the area its in.” He shrugged; no one had confirmed that, it was just what he figured they were doing. But it also meant he had more time to be with his friend. N’mor continued to frown down at Z’rin for several more moments, his expression somewhat sad. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, studying the bluerider carefully. He wasn’t going to abandon him, especially not when he so clearly needed a friend. N’mor didn’t know where he’d be, if he’d been abandoned by his friends when he’d gotten hurt. He certainly wasn’t going to do it to his own.
“Oh!” He said suddenly, carefully shaking his hand free of Z’rin’s. “I have something for you!” Hopping off the bed, N’mor made his way over to his pile of riding leathers, that had been kicked into the corner – he was dressed in someone’s spare cotton shirt and pants, which were too big – and dug around in the pocket of his jacket for a moment. Standing up, he made his way back to the bed and sat carefully back beside Z’rin. “Here. I borrowed Dad’s firelizard to send a letter to your daughter and her mother. Figured they’d like to know you were okay. Your kid wants to see you.” N’mor didn’t know what their relationship was like, but really, kids were fickle at the best of time and N’mor was just glad they didn’t live in the Weyr. He was pretty sure the little girl would have been sleeping in the chair beside him (or on him, who knew?) and driving him insane.
