08.May.21, 09:44 AM
“It does?” N’mor’s face lit up, eyes bright as he smiled down at Z’rin, clearly delighted by this move in the right direction. He leaned down, pressing a quick if slightly awkward kiss to the tip of Z’rin’s nose. “I’ll talk to her when I see her next.” Or there abouts; when it was an appropriate topic to bring up, at least. He was sure that she would have already travelled between since the most recent Flight, though N’mor had forgotten to ask her if she wanted the trip; it wasn’t exactly a risk he had to consider on a regular basis and since she hadn’t asked him, well, she had probably used Tala to get the quick trip done. Which meant the next Flight (if she agreed to try), which was a long way off – assuming the dragon’s continued to play nice and tangled then, too.
“It’s a long way off,” N’mor said slowly, “and she might not agree.” He hadn’t gotten the impression she was thrilled to have ended up with Vondlyn, though she was also extremely possessive of the little boy. N’mor loved his son dearly, but prying him away from his mother was a work of great effort and sacrifice at times. As much as he loved the idea of another child, he wasn’t sure Helyna would be up for it, either because she didn’t want to do the pregnant thing, or because she wouldn’t be able to let the child go. N’mor wouldn’t hold that against her – so long as she didn’t change her mind at the last moment. But it did mean he had to consider other options, which was another area Z’rin came into: his mate’s body didn’t stop functioning at the mention of lady bits.
N’mor smirked slightly, and tilted his head at Z’rin. “And even if she does, she might not ever get pregnant.” N’mor certainly didn’t have what it took to tumble with the woman outside of dragonlust. She was nice enough, but she was too… female… for his tastes, and he was far too disgusted by what they got up to when their minds were their dragons’ to ever go for seconds. Which would not help their chances of a pregnant Helyna. The only thing worse than a bluerider, was a woman! (Blueriding women were a whole other category!)
Brushing Z’rin’s hair back from his face, N’mor arched an eyebrow at his mate. “You might have to take one for the team,” N’mor said very solemnly, though his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Do you think we could upgrade our weyr if we ended up with two full time and two part-time kids?”
“It’s a long way off,” N’mor said slowly, “and she might not agree.” He hadn’t gotten the impression she was thrilled to have ended up with Vondlyn, though she was also extremely possessive of the little boy. N’mor loved his son dearly, but prying him away from his mother was a work of great effort and sacrifice at times. As much as he loved the idea of another child, he wasn’t sure Helyna would be up for it, either because she didn’t want to do the pregnant thing, or because she wouldn’t be able to let the child go. N’mor wouldn’t hold that against her – so long as she didn’t change her mind at the last moment. But it did mean he had to consider other options, which was another area Z’rin came into: his mate’s body didn’t stop functioning at the mention of lady bits.
N’mor smirked slightly, and tilted his head at Z’rin. “And even if she does, she might not ever get pregnant.” N’mor certainly didn’t have what it took to tumble with the woman outside of dragonlust. She was nice enough, but she was too… female… for his tastes, and he was far too disgusted by what they got up to when their minds were their dragons’ to ever go for seconds. Which would not help their chances of a pregnant Helyna. The only thing worse than a bluerider, was a woman! (Blueriding women were a whole other category!)
Brushing Z’rin’s hair back from his face, N’mor arched an eyebrow at his mate. “You might have to take one for the team,” N’mor said very solemnly, though his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Do you think we could upgrade our weyr if we ended up with two full time and two part-time kids?”