20.May.19, 07:36 AM
“Yeah,” N’mor shrugged slightly, and took a sip of – Faranth! – fruit juice he’d found on T’ryn’s bench. Hopefully his friend hadn’t drugged the stuff, but considering everything, not likely. Tossing back the last of it and putting the glass on the bench, N’mor walked with his friend out to the dragons who were resting on the ledge. “If we make it too obvious we’re avoiding them, they’ll take action next turn.” There was no point in having them make their birthdays even more miserable. N’mor really had to get Amorandii to spill when R’nd’s birthday was. B’jin knew, N’mor was sure, but he wasn’t likely to give it up, unless N’mor could get him really drunk first. Which, for all that N’mor was great at holding his liquor, this was B’jin and outdrinking the greenrider was not possible. Not if N’mor wanted to live.
Petting Syrendryth on the nose as he passed him, N’mor grinned mischievously at T’ryn. “I figure we can probably hide until lunchtime? Not sure if its worth risking their ire to eat then, but we can figure that out later.” Plus, Auntie Rell had amazing cooks in her kitchen, and was it worth going there with a bell full of mediocre food? Probably note, but it would depend on how the day went! “We’ll get some breakfast, though, and cake.” It was important to have cake on your birthday! Still grinning, N’mor climbed with practised ease onto Rhezalth and saluted his friend playfully before his dragon jumped up and backwards, toppling off the ledge before his big wings caught the wind and he shot up into the sky with N’mor still grinning like a lunatic under his riding helmet.
Petting Syrendryth on the nose as he passed him, N’mor grinned mischievously at T’ryn. “I figure we can probably hide until lunchtime? Not sure if its worth risking their ire to eat then, but we can figure that out later.” Plus, Auntie Rell had amazing cooks in her kitchen, and was it worth going there with a bell full of mediocre food? Probably note, but it would depend on how the day went! “We’ll get some breakfast, though, and cake.” It was important to have cake on your birthday! Still grinning, N’mor climbed with practised ease onto Rhezalth and saluted his friend playfully before his dragon jumped up and backwards, toppling off the ledge before his big wings caught the wind and he shot up into the sky with N’mor still grinning like a lunatic under his riding helmet.