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03.Jul.21, 12:33 AM
N’mor didn’t mind the heat; it was very similar to growing up in Katila, though it honestly left a lot to be desired by sinking its teeth into his Benden home. He much preferred the more mild weather that was usually prevalent in the area. It was nice not to be sweltering and dying day by day. Alas. It was what it was, and N’mor saw no reason to get shirty about it as eh went about his day to day business doing tasks for M’ris. He was getting a lot more comfortable in his role as Weyrsecond, and he had always been a forward thinker, so it didn’t take much to read between the lines and pick up the slack for M’ris when the bronzerider was having a bad day. Or week. Or month. Or whatever.
When the alert came that the eggs were finally ready to make a move, N’mor grinned and finished tiding up the office; he knew there was no rush. But he wanted to be there early to keep Helyna company and to greet those who would come to the viewing. It wasn’t really his job, but again, sometimes he had to step up to fill in the shoes M’ris wasn’t capable of wearing for the moment.
Sliding off Rhezalth, N’mor made his way across the sands while his proud bronze quickly went to join Iliyith with a croon and a nuzzle, standing vibrantly beside her as they watched the eggs prepare to release their little prizes within. N’mor greeted Helyna in kind, placing a chaste kiss to her cheek before they were inundated with the arrivals, greeting those that came forward to greet them, and waving to friends that were less important politically.
A bronze! Rhezalth crowed, flaring his wings slightly and dancing on the spot in his excitement at the little creature’s appearance, a fantastic sign that had been missing at many a previous hatching. He settled, nuzzling Iliyith’s neck and licking her cheek. N’mor was no less delighted, but was much more décor as he squeezed Helyna’s shoulder with his left hand gently, and gave her a bright smile. A few minutes later, and it seemed the eggs were finished letting their first born brother soak in the limelight.
When the alert came that the eggs were finally ready to make a move, N’mor grinned and finished tiding up the office; he knew there was no rush. But he wanted to be there early to keep Helyna company and to greet those who would come to the viewing. It wasn’t really his job, but again, sometimes he had to step up to fill in the shoes M’ris wasn’t capable of wearing for the moment.
Sliding off Rhezalth, N’mor made his way across the sands while his proud bronze quickly went to join Iliyith with a croon and a nuzzle, standing vibrantly beside her as they watched the eggs prepare to release their little prizes within. N’mor greeted Helyna in kind, placing a chaste kiss to her cheek before they were inundated with the arrivals, greeting those that came forward to greet them, and waving to friends that were less important politically.
