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22.Mar.18, 08:32 AM
T’ryn frowned at N’mor zoning out on him and it only deepened at the explanation of hitting his head. Maybe they had better get off the ice right then to go warm up and maybe have his aunt or uncle discreetly examine his friend. He didn’t want to make N’mor uncomfortable or make it seem like they couldn’t look after themselves but he’d heard stories about head injuries and how the victim never realised how serious it was until it was too late. In fact, maybe they both better get checked out!
He led them around the pond one and a half more times, figuring the movement was also beneficial for potential concussions and what not. He really had no idea and wondered vaguely if he should study with a Healer when he had down time. Knowing basic first aid and what to look for in certain situations and injuries might be beneficial for being a Wingleader. T’ryn nudged Syrendryth to remind him about that later as he came to a wobbly stop right at the edge of the ice before taking a couple quick steps onto the snow-covered ground.
With a laugh, T’ryn held out a hand to help N’mor off the ice if needed. “I compromised with my desire to skate and my need for warmth. Actually, my extreme need for warmth and food. I worked up quite the appetite playing with you,” that phrase caught his attention and how it conjured up all the wrong images of what kind of playing could be done with another man and T’ryn quickly looked over N’mor’s shoulder at the house behind him, doing his best to look casual about it.
Friends and bronzeriders. Friends and bronzeriders. Nothing more.
“Let’s get our boots on and then I’ll go pull the frozen nephew card and get us inside the warm house by a hot fire with hot drinks,” T’ryn turned his gaze back to N’mor, satisfied he had his emotions in check again and smiled at the idea. The other riders would be jealous but that was the perk to being family and not just a friend of the family.
He led them around the pond one and a half more times, figuring the movement was also beneficial for potential concussions and what not. He really had no idea and wondered vaguely if he should study with a Healer when he had down time. Knowing basic first aid and what to look for in certain situations and injuries might be beneficial for being a Wingleader. T’ryn nudged Syrendryth to remind him about that later as he came to a wobbly stop right at the edge of the ice before taking a couple quick steps onto the snow-covered ground.
With a laugh, T’ryn held out a hand to help N’mor off the ice if needed. “I compromised with my desire to skate and my need for warmth. Actually, my extreme need for warmth and food. I worked up quite the appetite playing with you,” that phrase caught his attention and how it conjured up all the wrong images of what kind of playing could be done with another man and T’ryn quickly looked over N’mor’s shoulder at the house behind him, doing his best to look casual about it.
Friends and bronzeriders. Friends and bronzeriders. Nothing more.
“Let’s get our boots on and then I’ll go pull the frozen nephew card and get us inside the warm house by a hot fire with hot drinks,” T’ryn turned his gaze back to N’mor, satisfied he had his emotions in check again and smiled at the idea. The other riders would be jealous but that was the perk to being family and not just a friend of the family.
