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11.Nov.17, 05:51 AM
“Ah, no,” N’mor said lightly, both amused and flustered. He felt like he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t be, something… dirty? But really, hadn’t he? Bronzeriders were definitely not supposed to be finding blueriders – male blueriders – attractive. It was wrong, and N’mor frowned to himself as he turned and paced with a stiff step towards his bookshelf, before turning back to watch Z’rin, frustrated by things he couldn’t really understand. He knew bronzeriders tangled with greenriders upon occasion – it was bound to happen with the lack of gold to sate all the lusty bronze dragons, but he had no excuse here. Rhezalth certainly was not about to fly the older rider’s blue beast! N’mor pursed his lips and breathed out lowly. He was confused, and it showed.
“You need to go,” N’mor said firmly, pursing his lips as he frowned at Z’rin, wondering why it was taking the bluerider so damned long to put his clothing on, and irritated with himself for enjoying the fact that said bluerider was still mostly naked. What was wrong with him? He’d seen plenty of half and fully naked men before – it was hard not to, growing up in Katila – but he’d never been so flustered by one, and he didn’t appreciate the way Z’rin was making him feel. He needed the bluerider to get the hell out of his weyr and back out into the rain… N’mor’s frown intensified. Even if they went between at low altitude, the bluerider was going to be soaked to the bone within moments.
Great. Now he had that damned concern again. It wasn’t his fault the stupid bluerider had come to Ista! Everyone who was anyone knew it had been raining for the past week or so on the little island. They’d had next to no visitors as a result. But of course someone had to be out of the loop. N’mor scowled at Z’rin, lips pursed and shoulders ridged. Stupid bloody blueriders. It was always the damnedable blueriders. Pern would be so much better without them! N’mor huffed, and still scowling, tore his eyes away from the appealing bluerider and stalked off to his wardrobe again, and began digging around in it. His riding leathers wouldn’t fit, and besides, most of them had one arm clipped to fit his stump. He didn’t have anything of R’nd’s that was waterproof, but he had a sheet of oiled hide that Z’rin could hold over his stupid head that would act as a rain shield.
“You are a pain in my arse,” N’mor said frankly to Z’rin, turning with his prize and making his way back to the bluerider. “Here.” He held out the sheet, as if Z’rin should know exactly what it was to be used for, because N’mor wouldn’t have put it past a bluerider to be a damned mind reader, though that would certainly be mortifying, considering the things his mind was doing with the other man’s body on display.
“You need to go,” N’mor said firmly, pursing his lips as he frowned at Z’rin, wondering why it was taking the bluerider so damned long to put his clothing on, and irritated with himself for enjoying the fact that said bluerider was still mostly naked. What was wrong with him? He’d seen plenty of half and fully naked men before – it was hard not to, growing up in Katila – but he’d never been so flustered by one, and he didn’t appreciate the way Z’rin was making him feel. He needed the bluerider to get the hell out of his weyr and back out into the rain… N’mor’s frown intensified. Even if they went between at low altitude, the bluerider was going to be soaked to the bone within moments.
Great. Now he had that damned concern again. It wasn’t his fault the stupid bluerider had come to Ista! Everyone who was anyone knew it had been raining for the past week or so on the little island. They’d had next to no visitors as a result. But of course someone had to be out of the loop. N’mor scowled at Z’rin, lips pursed and shoulders ridged. Stupid bloody blueriders. It was always the damnedable blueriders. Pern would be so much better without them! N’mor huffed, and still scowling, tore his eyes away from the appealing bluerider and stalked off to his wardrobe again, and began digging around in it. His riding leathers wouldn’t fit, and besides, most of them had one arm clipped to fit his stump. He didn’t have anything of R’nd’s that was waterproof, but he had a sheet of oiled hide that Z’rin could hold over his stupid head that would act as a rain shield.
“You are a pain in my arse,” N’mor said frankly to Z’rin, turning with his prize and making his way back to the bluerider. “Here.” He held out the sheet, as if Z’rin should know exactly what it was to be used for, because N’mor wouldn’t have put it past a bluerider to be a damned mind reader, though that would certainly be mortifying, considering the things his mind was doing with the other man’s body on display.
