25.Feb.18, 07:18 AM
“That’s good. Varralath has a faint scar near a hind leg. Given the position, I’m convinced it’s from a fellow competitor but he said at the time he was fine and it doesn’t seem to bother him now. I still give it extra oiling though,” he had been so worried when he came home after that Flight and saw it. Varralath remained his cool and collected self and had to say it over and over but finally Z’rin believed him that his dragon was fine and it barely even hurt. Varralath never ratted out who the culprit was but Z’rin had his suspicions and tried to take note of who his dragon chased and if he ever delayed long enough to see who else might join in.
Z’rin lit up with a brilliant smile as N’mor didn’t seem to mind the idea of him coming to the Hatching. “It’s a date then. Save me a good seat and I’ll be there.” B’jin was right. His son was a good guy and it did take a bit of patience but he felt like N’mor was already starting to relax around him and share a bit more. Their first meeting was quick and seemed a strain on the bronzerider but this was starting to find its pace and Z’rin felt like N’mor was comfortable with him, despite him being a bluerider.
Z’rin reached down for the bottle to top up his glass. He hadn’t finished it just yet but he wanted to settle into a more comfortable position and didn’t want to move that much after. Task complete, Z’rin shifted until his long legs were drawn up and somewhat tucked under him, being mindful not to take up too much space and bother N’mor in the process. He cradled the glass of wine, swirling the liquid around as he weighed the question in his mind. Eh, he decided, the worst N’mor could do was decline and it wouldn’t be the end of the world if he did.
“If you want to stay a bit late, we can finish off the bottle together, and I’ll run down and get us some dinner soon to go with it.”
Z’rin lit up with a brilliant smile as N’mor didn’t seem to mind the idea of him coming to the Hatching. “It’s a date then. Save me a good seat and I’ll be there.” B’jin was right. His son was a good guy and it did take a bit of patience but he felt like N’mor was already starting to relax around him and share a bit more. Their first meeting was quick and seemed a strain on the bronzerider but this was starting to find its pace and Z’rin felt like N’mor was comfortable with him, despite him being a bluerider.
Z’rin reached down for the bottle to top up his glass. He hadn’t finished it just yet but he wanted to settle into a more comfortable position and didn’t want to move that much after. Task complete, Z’rin shifted until his long legs were drawn up and somewhat tucked under him, being mindful not to take up too much space and bother N’mor in the process. He cradled the glass of wine, swirling the liquid around as he weighed the question in his mind. Eh, he decided, the worst N’mor could do was decline and it wouldn’t be the end of the world if he did.
“If you want to stay a bit late, we can finish off the bottle together, and I’ll run down and get us some dinner soon to go with it.”