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02.Aug.19, 09:38 AM
N’mor’s lips twitched in amusement at Mylorah’s speechlessness; perfect. A laugh was given at her belated but no less sassy comeback, and N’mor smirked at her. When his companion sought out Z’rin and studied the bluerider dancing with his daughter, N’mor took the opportunity to watch his mate himself, expression fond. N’mor really didn’t know how Z’rin had managed to wriggle his adorable blue butt into N’mor’s heart, damn him, but he had and he was definitely in love with the man, even though the whole prospect freaked him out when he actually stopped and thought about it. Blueriders were dangerous – Z’rin possibly more than any others, what with his sneaky heart stealing skills.
N’mor shook his head, laughing again at Mylorah. “Of course you do,” he teased, “You two are cut from the same cloth.” And Amorandii; between the three of them, N’mor got more than his share of feminine company. He was intensely glad that they three of them all lived elsewhere than his home, and that the age gaps between them prevented the kind of torturous situations N’mor was quite positive they could all come up with without too much effort at all. Amorandii was unlikely to ever leave the Holder lifestyle now, but N’mor was sure Zararin and Mylorah were likely to be fast friends once the youngster hit the right age-group. Funny, how ages only mattered until you hit twenty, and then they mostly vanished.
More laughter disrupted N’mor’s thoughts and he turned his gaze to lift his eyebrows at Mylorah, smirking mischievously as he leaned closer to her, to whisper so that their holder dance-mates wouldn’t be able to hear. “Come, now, My-love, I love to dance.” He paused playfully. “Albeit, usually horizontally and with another man. Alas, Holders look down on such antics.” Sighing dramatically, N’mor’s pale eyes sparkled as he adjusted his grip on Mylorah’s hand, sending her twirling before falling into the dance. He was glad his father had made him learn the dances that had been popular before Katila when he was younger; he was fairly up to date on current dances, too. N’mor rather liked not making a fool of himself, and besides, it wasn’t like he and Rhezalth had wing practices to keep them busy.
Not that Mylorah seemed intent on doing the actual dances that usually went with the song in question, and N’mor choked on his laughter as he followed her lead, slaughtering the dance itself but having an absolutely wonderful time in the process.
N’mor shook his head, laughing again at Mylorah. “Of course you do,” he teased, “You two are cut from the same cloth.” And Amorandii; between the three of them, N’mor got more than his share of feminine company. He was intensely glad that they three of them all lived elsewhere than his home, and that the age gaps between them prevented the kind of torturous situations N’mor was quite positive they could all come up with without too much effort at all. Amorandii was unlikely to ever leave the Holder lifestyle now, but N’mor was sure Zararin and Mylorah were likely to be fast friends once the youngster hit the right age-group. Funny, how ages only mattered until you hit twenty, and then they mostly vanished.
More laughter disrupted N’mor’s thoughts and he turned his gaze to lift his eyebrows at Mylorah, smirking mischievously as he leaned closer to her, to whisper so that their holder dance-mates wouldn’t be able to hear. “Come, now, My-love, I love to dance.” He paused playfully. “Albeit, usually horizontally and with another man. Alas, Holders look down on such antics.” Sighing dramatically, N’mor’s pale eyes sparkled as he adjusted his grip on Mylorah’s hand, sending her twirling before falling into the dance. He was glad his father had made him learn the dances that had been popular before Katila when he was younger; he was fairly up to date on current dances, too. N’mor rather liked not making a fool of himself, and besides, it wasn’t like he and Rhezalth had wing practices to keep them busy.
Not that Mylorah seemed intent on doing the actual dances that usually went with the song in question, and N’mor choked on his laughter as he followed her lead, slaughtering the dance itself but having an absolutely wonderful time in the process.
