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28.Jan.21, 12:31 AM
He was somewhat surprised when she admitted she hadn’t given the idea too much thought; it was the kind of thing he would have obsessed over before bringing it up. He could see the benefits as it stood, and clearly she did too. But still, the lack of thought seemed strange; she didn’t strike him as someone who was easily swayed by random whims. Of course, she’d lived through this situation before, so it wasn’t like she was going in blind. N’mor was, comparatively. While he’d never been prone to making a show of his relationship with Z’rin, he’d never hidden it within the comfort of the Weyr either. Still, most people were oblivious, which caused N’mor no shortage of eyerolling.
“That seems reasonable,” N’mor agreed, knowing that socialising where Holders were prone was going to be their major show. Holders were so damned stuffy. But then, gold and bronze were renown for their preferences in – according to rumours and hearsay – strong leader types who were, by default, straight. Except, apparently, when they were not. N’mor couldn’t really think of any other bronze or goldriders who were same sex orientated, but there also weren’t that many of them, not really. Not compared to the greens and blues – and they had their share of straight folk, though they appeared to be the minority, for whatever reason.
Being considered an ally was… interesting. N’mor hadn’t really thought too much about his relationship with Helyna. While their dragons had clearly decided to dedicate to one another, he had not had that much to do with the goldrider. Mostly, because he didn’t care to spend time with or around women when he didn’t have to. Which meant most of the time he was around her, was when Vondlyn was involved; not ideal for getting to know one another, when constantly interrupted by a toddler and their never-ending questions. N’mor’s lips twitched, gaze flickering to his son for a moment.
“Of course,” N’mor murmured quietly, gaze turning back to Helyna, and an eyebrow arching slightly in question. “Aiming for your own Weyr?” he asked frankly, studying Helyna’s face though there was no judgement on his own features. Other than his conversations with T’ryn, N’mor hadn’t really told anyone of his desire to be a Weyrleader; he was young yet, and after mating to a bluerider (damned blues) he really wasn’t sure he’d get the votes needed to make it to leadership. Besides, no one knew him, since he was such a recluse. Of him, sure. But no one knew him. And he didn’t really want them to, which didn’t help things. Wingleader was his temporary goal. Once he got his own wing (whenever leadership decided to deal with that) he was sure he’d be able to prove he had what it took to run a Weyr, even if he was young and missing an arm.
“That seems reasonable,” N’mor agreed, knowing that socialising where Holders were prone was going to be their major show. Holders were so damned stuffy. But then, gold and bronze were renown for their preferences in – according to rumours and hearsay – strong leader types who were, by default, straight. Except, apparently, when they were not. N’mor couldn’t really think of any other bronze or goldriders who were same sex orientated, but there also weren’t that many of them, not really. Not compared to the greens and blues – and they had their share of straight folk, though they appeared to be the minority, for whatever reason.
Being considered an ally was… interesting. N’mor hadn’t really thought too much about his relationship with Helyna. While their dragons had clearly decided to dedicate to one another, he had not had that much to do with the goldrider. Mostly, because he didn’t care to spend time with or around women when he didn’t have to. Which meant most of the time he was around her, was when Vondlyn was involved; not ideal for getting to know one another, when constantly interrupted by a toddler and their never-ending questions. N’mor’s lips twitched, gaze flickering to his son for a moment.
“Of course,” N’mor murmured quietly, gaze turning back to Helyna, and an eyebrow arching slightly in question. “Aiming for your own Weyr?” he asked frankly, studying Helyna’s face though there was no judgement on his own features. Other than his conversations with T’ryn, N’mor hadn’t really told anyone of his desire to be a Weyrleader; he was young yet, and after mating to a bluerider (damned blues) he really wasn’t sure he’d get the votes needed to make it to leadership. Besides, no one knew him, since he was such a recluse. Of him, sure. But no one knew him. And he didn’t really want them to, which didn’t help things. Wingleader was his temporary goal. Once he got his own wing (whenever leadership decided to deal with that) he was sure he’d be able to prove he had what it took to run a Weyr, even if he was young and missing an arm.
