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23.Jul.19, 09:00 PM
N’mor, who had just waved Z’rin off with amusement when Zararin came bouncing over and begging to dance, promising N’mor she’d dance with him next, looked up in surprise when he heard his name called. Considering N’mor had just last night borrowed his father’s firelizard to promise Amorandii dances (‘if you can find me!’) he almost expected the tap to his shoulder to be from his little sister; as a result, he wasn’t sure if he was relieved or not at the sight of Mylorah.
“I would never,” N’mor said regally, rolling his eyes at Mylorah even as he played along with her apparent game. Considering the way some of the Holders were staring — and they thought greenriders were gossip mongers! — N’mor had no doubt they were expecting something. He wasn’t sure what; he was a bronzerider so surely they ddin’t expect them to start fucking on the dance floor? Then again, he was a dragonrider, so probably they did. N’mor’s lips twisted into a smirk and he stepped forward, wrapping his arm tightly around Mylorah’s waist to tug her tightly against him.
“Two,” he said lowly, dropping his head to kiss her teasingly. “For making me kiss you,” he added under his breath, eyes sparkling with his own mischief as he shifted his eyes with a quick darting look towards the still gawking onlookers. “Holders are so ridiculous,” he added under his breath, before stepping back just enough that he could lead her to the dance floor. “You just missed him, my lady,” N’mor spoke at a volume that wasn’t quite obviously pitched for their audience. “He’s dancing with his daughter. Though I am sorry it took you so long to find me, darling. I was thinking I was going to die alone and bored on the sidelines.” He tilted his head slightly to peer at her playfully.
“I would never,” N’mor said regally, rolling his eyes at Mylorah even as he played along with her apparent game. Considering the way some of the Holders were staring — and they thought greenriders were gossip mongers! — N’mor had no doubt they were expecting something. He wasn’t sure what; he was a bronzerider so surely they ddin’t expect them to start fucking on the dance floor? Then again, he was a dragonrider, so probably they did. N’mor’s lips twisted into a smirk and he stepped forward, wrapping his arm tightly around Mylorah’s waist to tug her tightly against him.
“Two,” he said lowly, dropping his head to kiss her teasingly. “For making me kiss you,” he added under his breath, eyes sparkling with his own mischief as he shifted his eyes with a quick darting look towards the still gawking onlookers. “Holders are so ridiculous,” he added under his breath, before stepping back just enough that he could lead her to the dance floor. “You just missed him, my lady,” N’mor spoke at a volume that wasn’t quite obviously pitched for their audience. “He’s dancing with his daughter. Though I am sorry it took you so long to find me, darling. I was thinking I was going to die alone and bored on the sidelines.” He tilted his head slightly to peer at her playfully.
