19.Feb.18, 06:20 AM
N’mor had to force himself to swallow the mouthful of bread and cheese he’d been chewing on so he could laugh without being disgusting. Shaking his head, N’mor raised his own glass once more and took a healthy sip of the liquid, swilling it across his tongue before swallowing. He quite enjoyed wine, though he would not go so far as to say he drank it like water! More regularly than water, probably… Okay, maybe like water. He laughed lightly.
“I think that’s now Flights usually work,” N’mor said dryly, looking at R’dare flatly. That was the whole point of the ‘dragon decides, rider complies’. The dragons didn’t get much say when their human half decided to tumble into bed with someone, so N’mor didn’t see much issue with the dragon dictating who the rider slept with when he was feeling randy (or she, depending on the beast in question). “Personally so long as Rhezalth doesn’t chase Grith of Larrikith, I haven’t got much issue with his choices.” The idea of coming to himself beside Parella was probably more horifying than the idea of screwing his own father. Parella was… Parella.
I have better taste than that, thank you.
N’mor laughed, rolling his eyes as he smirked at R’dare. “Rhea says he has better taste than those greens. Very reassuring.” It was, too! It was one thing to lose all sense of one’s self going into a Flight, but at least N’mor knew his dragon wasn’t going to put him into a situation that was absolutely mortifying!
“I think that’s now Flights usually work,” N’mor said dryly, looking at R’dare flatly. That was the whole point of the ‘dragon decides, rider complies’. The dragons didn’t get much say when their human half decided to tumble into bed with someone, so N’mor didn’t see much issue with the dragon dictating who the rider slept with when he was feeling randy (or she, depending on the beast in question). “Personally so long as Rhezalth doesn’t chase Grith of Larrikith, I haven’t got much issue with his choices.” The idea of coming to himself beside Parella was probably more horifying than the idea of screwing his own father. Parella was… Parella.
N’mor laughed, rolling his eyes as he smirked at R’dare. “Rhea says he has better taste than those greens. Very reassuring.” It was, too! It was one thing to lose all sense of one’s self going into a Flight, but at least N’mor knew his dragon wasn’t going to put him into a situation that was absolutely mortifying!