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13.Oct.18, 10:17 AM
Z’rin wasn’t sure what was the most embarrassing thing he had lived through that evening as he had a lot of options to choose from. First T’ryn had barged in while he was having sex with N’mor, though it seemed to have gone unnoticed, or at least unremarked upon. At least N’mor took it in stride and after Z’rin had a bit of a laugh at it, the mood returned as if nothing had happened. Then there was the way no one trusted him enough to ride his own dragon yet (himself included) and Varralath had picked him up and dumped him on Rhezalth to ferry him to Telgar. Then he needed help dismounting. Then N’mor had played up his injury to scare kids out of the seats he wanted. Of course he did help with that, making his limp seem worse than it was. Well, given he had left the cane with Varralath, it was worse than normal.
At least his dragon had good intentions and followed the direction to go find his daughter and see if she wanted to sit with them for the Hatching. He even said she could ride the big blue—as long as her mother was okay with it. “Unless you want Zara sitting in your lap, you need to share a bit of this space,” he laughed as he playfully argued with Nmor even as he scooted a bit further down. Whatever their relationship was; he was enjoying it. It was odd being grounded in Ista Weyr and living with N’mor while he recovered but it had been nice. They got along well and now that he was able to move more freely, the sex whenever they wanted it was even nicer. But now that he was back in Telgar, should he stay? That was something to talk about, but after the Hatching. N’mor was in a good mood and it wasn’t time to discuss serious topics like living arrangements.
Instead he focused on the Candidates coming in, trying to see if he could find the few he had befriended as well as the spectators making their way in. He waved at those that caught his eye on the Sands and greeted the ones that were joining them in the stands. While the last two Hatchings had been pretty benign, Z’rin knew everyone still had the famous Ista Hatching on their minds and he wondered what was going through N’mor’s head. His best friend had a large stake in this Hatching and both had to be comparing themselves to each other constantly with them both Impressing bronze at the same age, the same clutch, and the first time Standing. N’mor won a maiden Flight, and then T’ryn won the next maiden. Not that he thought either man was the type to gloat about their clutch being less violent and bloody than the other but it was probably still on their minds.
“Hey,” he nudged N’mor with his shoulder and when the bronzerider turned to him, Z’rin pulled him in for a kiss. “For good luck,” he whispered against his lips. Of course that wasn’t really how the good luck kiss worked since neither one of them were trying to Impress, but he felt it could help bring in some good vibes for the Hatching as a whole. And it was an excuse to kiss the man. They had never really been discreet with their hook ups but they never screamed it from the watch tower either. Given they had been living together for a while, Z’rin felt most people knew what was going on now and didn’t think it was worth dancing around the topic. Until he saw his daughter skipping towards them. He pulled away to greet her and patted the bench on the other side of him and bit his lip to stop laughing when he saw the way she seemed disappointed that she couldn’t sit beside N’mor. It seemed he wasn’t the only one in the family interested in the bronzerider!
At least his dragon had good intentions and followed the direction to go find his daughter and see if she wanted to sit with them for the Hatching. He even said she could ride the big blue—as long as her mother was okay with it. “Unless you want Zara sitting in your lap, you need to share a bit of this space,” he laughed as he playfully argued with Nmor even as he scooted a bit further down. Whatever their relationship was; he was enjoying it. It was odd being grounded in Ista Weyr and living with N’mor while he recovered but it had been nice. They got along well and now that he was able to move more freely, the sex whenever they wanted it was even nicer. But now that he was back in Telgar, should he stay? That was something to talk about, but after the Hatching. N’mor was in a good mood and it wasn’t time to discuss serious topics like living arrangements.
Instead he focused on the Candidates coming in, trying to see if he could find the few he had befriended as well as the spectators making their way in. He waved at those that caught his eye on the Sands and greeted the ones that were joining them in the stands. While the last two Hatchings had been pretty benign, Z’rin knew everyone still had the famous Ista Hatching on their minds and he wondered what was going through N’mor’s head. His best friend had a large stake in this Hatching and both had to be comparing themselves to each other constantly with them both Impressing bronze at the same age, the same clutch, and the first time Standing. N’mor won a maiden Flight, and then T’ryn won the next maiden. Not that he thought either man was the type to gloat about their clutch being less violent and bloody than the other but it was probably still on their minds.
“Hey,” he nudged N’mor with his shoulder and when the bronzerider turned to him, Z’rin pulled him in for a kiss. “For good luck,” he whispered against his lips. Of course that wasn’t really how the good luck kiss worked since neither one of them were trying to Impress, but he felt it could help bring in some good vibes for the Hatching as a whole. And it was an excuse to kiss the man. They had never really been discreet with their hook ups but they never screamed it from the watch tower either. Given they had been living together for a while, Z’rin felt most people knew what was going on now and didn’t think it was worth dancing around the topic. Until he saw his daughter skipping towards them. He pulled away to greet her and patted the bench on the other side of him and bit his lip to stop laughing when he saw the way she seemed disappointed that she couldn’t sit beside N’mor. It seemed he wasn’t the only one in the family interested in the bronzerider!
