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17.Jan.21, 09:28 PM
N’mor laughed softly at the joking response, before schooling his features into a playful response of concern, frowning for a moment before his expression relaxed and his smile returned, following Helyna into her weyr and letting Vondlyn down when he made it known that’s what he wanted, watching the toddler affectionately. N’mor responded with the appropriate excitement when the new toy was brought to him, clearly proud of the item. N’mor’s lips twitched as the toddler took off again, and he turned his attention to the boy’s mother. “Oh?” he asked mildly, swallowing a laugh at the image that was painted for him, shaking his head as his now free hand found Z’rin’s, fingers woven together.
The sudden turn to a serious conversation had N’mor’s eyebrows arching slightly, before lowering as he studied Helyna thoughtfully as she spoke. He knew she had ambitions, knew of some of them from conversations they’d had since he found out about Vondlyn, but he was mildly surprised that she had opted to come to Benden in order to chase her dreams. Not that it wouldn’t be possible in Benden, it just seemed an interesting choice when some of the more established Weyrs would have offered opportunity as everyone left them. Nonetheless, he could understand her intentions.
N’mor pursed his lips as she finished speaking, knowing she wasn’t wrong. He harboured no shortage of guilt when it came to taking Z’rin out in public Hold events, such as his Aunt’s parties, because they couldn’t be themselves due to expectations. N’mor knew they could, really, but he also knew that it wouldn’t go down well. Bronzeriders were the embodiment of all things manly and proud, and finding out a bronzerider was fucking a bluerider – a male bluerider – forget mated to him, had the potential to cause issues with Searching, especially from the bigger Holds.
“Yes,” N’mor grimaced, giving Z’rin’s hand a gentle squeeze and the bluerider an apologetic look. While he was prepared to be cold to his lover in a non-Weyr setting, he wasn’t prepared to pretend they weren’t mates while in the Weyr. It could cause its own issues, but as reserved and quiet as N’mor could be, he wasn’t cruel and loved Z’rin too much to do that to him – even if he was a bluerider. A little smirk twitched N’mor’s lips, and he leaned over to press a light kiss to Z’rin’s cheek.
“I can certainly see the benefits,” N’mor agreed, turning his attention back to Helyna. The best part was that Holders were so damned reserved that no one would expect them to make out in front of them or be touchy feely beyond hand holding or maybe cheek kisses, both of which N’mor could do without issue. He gave a wry smile. “The dragons and Vondlyn will certainly help sell it.” He agreed, glancing at the little boy as he played not far away. “What did you have in mind, exactly?” He asked, curiosity clear.
