13.Oct.18, 09:42 AM
They barely had time to comprehend that there was a knock on the door, before someone was barging in. N’mor stared blankly at the wild looking T’ryn, who was apparently completely oblivious to the fact that he’d just charged in on his best friend in the middle of having sex with a bluerider, before darting out again. N’mor blinked, and shifted his bewildered gaze to look at Z’rin. “That was different,” he drawled, though he was clearly entertained by the whole thing. He did still feel a bit guilty, that he was with Z’rin and not T’ryn, but honestly! If his best friend didn’t want him, he wasn’t going to mope around and not get laid because of it!
All in all, N’mor was probably the most amused by the fact that his best friend barging in didn’t, ah, ruin things, and he bucked his hips playfully to startle Z’rin out of his rather bewildered looking haze. Pulling the bluerider down to kiss him, N’mor grinned against his lips, easily winning the bluerider back into their previous activities. That, of course, was followed up with a playful bath and N’mor laughingly helping Z’rin get dressed and find himself on the back of a dragon, the bluerider none too happy about riding Rhezalth, which the bronze was inclined to take insult to. Varralath’s trust in him was the only saving point, but Z’rin would be receiving disgruntled looks until Rhezalth forgot about the insult.
Arriving in Telgar in about the middle of the arrivals, N’mor had Rhezalth land a polite distance from Syrendryth, the bronze chirping a happy greeting to his brother and the gold he’d caught, even as N’mor set about helping Z’rin get down off the dragon, laughing as he made a dig about their useless (and in his case, missing) limbs. Once Z’rin was securely planted on the ground, N’mor wrapped his arm around his waist companionably to help with his balance, since Varralath had been in charge of his cane and who knew where the blue was currently situated?
“Hey T! Mulrissa!” N’mor grinned as he ushered Z’rin with him to sit nearby, N’mor shooing a couple of excited weyrbrats away so the bluerider could take the seat, shamelessly playing the ‘he’s crippled’ card, and smirking when the kids took off. He’d never actually cashed in on his own missing limb before, and likely never would, but the way he’d played up Z’rin being a poor, crippled bluerider with his healing leg had been hilarious, and the kids had been so confounded. “Move over!” he added, the spot was plenty big enough for both of them!
All in all, N’mor was probably the most amused by the fact that his best friend barging in didn’t, ah, ruin things, and he bucked his hips playfully to startle Z’rin out of his rather bewildered looking haze. Pulling the bluerider down to kiss him, N’mor grinned against his lips, easily winning the bluerider back into their previous activities. That, of course, was followed up with a playful bath and N’mor laughingly helping Z’rin get dressed and find himself on the back of a dragon, the bluerider none too happy about riding Rhezalth, which the bronze was inclined to take insult to. Varralath’s trust in him was the only saving point, but Z’rin would be receiving disgruntled looks until Rhezalth forgot about the insult.
Arriving in Telgar in about the middle of the arrivals, N’mor had Rhezalth land a polite distance from Syrendryth, the bronze chirping a happy greeting to his brother and the gold he’d caught, even as N’mor set about helping Z’rin get down off the dragon, laughing as he made a dig about their useless (and in his case, missing) limbs. Once Z’rin was securely planted on the ground, N’mor wrapped his arm around his waist companionably to help with his balance, since Varralath had been in charge of his cane and who knew where the blue was currently situated?
“Hey T! Mulrissa!” N’mor grinned as he ushered Z’rin with him to sit nearby, N’mor shooing a couple of excited weyrbrats away so the bluerider could take the seat, shamelessly playing the ‘he’s crippled’ card, and smirking when the kids took off. He’d never actually cashed in on his own missing limb before, and likely never would, but the way he’d played up Z’rin being a poor, crippled bluerider with his healing leg had been hilarious, and the kids had been so confounded. “Move over!” he added, the spot was plenty big enough for both of them!