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29.Apr.21, 09:55 AM
“I think he’d like that,” N’mor said when Z’rin mentioned going to see B’jin, a smile in his voice. Peacock that B’jin was, he would no doubt enjoy being fawned over by his son’s mate, even if he was still being stubborn about his voice not coming back. N’mor didn’t want to believe that his father would be voiceless for the rest of his life, but he did believe the healers and had no reason to doubt them, especially when he’d been told all about the injury B’jin had been subjected to. N’mor had no idea what kind of a monster could be responsible for such a thing, but they had better hope he didn’t get his hand on them.
N’mor’s fingers in Z’rin’s hair paused for a few moments at the mention of Vondal, and his nose scrunched up a little. He still had no real idea what to make of Helyna’s husband; he didn’t particularly like the man, but he also didn’t dislike him. At least, not yet. He was holding out on judging him until he got a better idea of what kind of a person he was. But N’mor didn’t like most people, as a rule, and didn’t expect to like the strange man either. He was weird, and not in a quirky and endearing way that some people were. No, he was just plain odd and N’mor disliked interacting with him.
“How is he doing?” N’mor asked wryly, thinking of the man’s memory issues, before returning his attention to Z’rin’s hair with idle brushes of his fingers, combing the locks and twirling them around his fingers, though not enough to cause tangles. Z’rin had lovely silky hair, and N’mor loved the feel of it… He should probably check in on Helyna at some point; not that the goldrider wasn’t completely capable of taking care of herself, but with all the mayhem going on, it would probably be a good idea. Of course, that might put a target on himself, or even Z’rin, or perhaps highlight Helyna, but those were risks he would have to take to do his part, and N’mor sighed softly, partly in exhaustion and partly from exasperation of the bastard who was making his life so difficult.
That brought N’mor to another topic he had been meaning to bring up – not directly, but because all the mayhem was making it pretty badly timed – and he paused in his fidgeting with Z’rin’s hair to run his hand lightly along Z’rin’s jawline, and down to rest on his chest. “The timing is pretty bad, all things considered, but I had an idea I wanted to get your opinion on.” N’mor paused, clearly hesitating, and shifted a little so he could stare down at Z’rin with furrowed eyebrows but excited eyes.
N’mor’s fingers in Z’rin’s hair paused for a few moments at the mention of Vondal, and his nose scrunched up a little. He still had no real idea what to make of Helyna’s husband; he didn’t particularly like the man, but he also didn’t dislike him. At least, not yet. He was holding out on judging him until he got a better idea of what kind of a person he was. But N’mor didn’t like most people, as a rule, and didn’t expect to like the strange man either. He was weird, and not in a quirky and endearing way that some people were. No, he was just plain odd and N’mor disliked interacting with him.
“How is he doing?” N’mor asked wryly, thinking of the man’s memory issues, before returning his attention to Z’rin’s hair with idle brushes of his fingers, combing the locks and twirling them around his fingers, though not enough to cause tangles. Z’rin had lovely silky hair, and N’mor loved the feel of it… He should probably check in on Helyna at some point; not that the goldrider wasn’t completely capable of taking care of herself, but with all the mayhem going on, it would probably be a good idea. Of course, that might put a target on himself, or even Z’rin, or perhaps highlight Helyna, but those were risks he would have to take to do his part, and N’mor sighed softly, partly in exhaustion and partly from exasperation of the bastard who was making his life so difficult.
That brought N’mor to another topic he had been meaning to bring up – not directly, but because all the mayhem was making it pretty badly timed – and he paused in his fidgeting with Z’rin’s hair to run his hand lightly along Z’rin’s jawline, and down to rest on his chest. “The timing is pretty bad, all things considered, but I had an idea I wanted to get your opinion on.” N’mor paused, clearly hesitating, and shifted a little so he could stare down at Z’rin with furrowed eyebrows but excited eyes.
