12.Feb.21, 06:51 AM
N’mor gave a tired groan as he felt little feet of a firelizard pattering across his back, and the tiny claws digging into his spine. “Go ‘way,” he hissed, extracting his arm from under Z’rin so he could wave it half heartedly at the beast. It ignored him, and N’mor groaned again as he rolled over onto his back and glared at the lizard through the darkness. It had a letter attached to it, and N’mor glared as he took it; the little fucker vanished a moment later, so at least whomever had sent the note didn’t expect a response.
Tempted as he was to toss it aside and go back to sleep, N’mor put the note in his mouth and fumbled around on the bedside table for the lightstone that was hidden there… somewhere… there! Soft light flooded the area, and N’mor murmured an apology when Z’rin grumbled in his sleep and rolled over. Blinking as his eyes got used to the light, N’mor recognised the handwriting but his sleepy brain refused to make the connection as he read the hastily scrawled note. N’mor sighed in exasperation.
Tossing the letter and the stone back onto the bedside table, N’mor rolled over to Z’rin and ran his hand soothingly up and down his mate’s arm until he was semi-awake. “Fort is Hatching,” he said softly, brushing a kiss against Z’rin’s jaw under his ear. “Do you want to come?” N’mor grinned impishly at the way that seemed to awaken his lover, a soft laugh breaking free before he could stop it. “You’re funny,” he teased, pressing a kiss to Z’rin’s lips before rolling out of bed and swearing when his feet hit cold stone.
It didn’t take long to get ready, or rouse his dragon who enjoyed Hatchings – probably more than N’mor did – and get him strapped up. Then it was just a bit of air, a pop between and they were in the clear skies above Fort. N’mor breathed in the frosty night air and enjoyed the lazy decent as Rhezalth greeted the watch dragon and then a few other friends as they appeared. Dropping N’mor off, Rhezalth went to find a comfortable spot to watch, leaving N’mor to make his way through the sizable crowd. Glancing around, he spotted T’ryn and lead Z’rin in that direction.
“Hey T!” It had been a little while since they’d gotten the chance to catch up, which made N’mor a bit sad, but he was at least reassured by the easy familiarity of their friendship. “How much longer until Cazan pops?” he asked with a smirk, leaning subtly into Z’rin. He was rarely too obvious about their relationship in public, but certainly not when there were Holders around to cast judgement or for him to dishonour the bronzerider reputation or some such crap. His gaze shifted to the Holder beside T’ryn, and he raised his eyebrows. “You didn’t pull any punches when you picked that outfit.”
Tempted as he was to toss it aside and go back to sleep, N’mor put the note in his mouth and fumbled around on the bedside table for the lightstone that was hidden there… somewhere… there! Soft light flooded the area, and N’mor murmured an apology when Z’rin grumbled in his sleep and rolled over. Blinking as his eyes got used to the light, N’mor recognised the handwriting but his sleepy brain refused to make the connection as he read the hastily scrawled note. N’mor sighed in exasperation.
Tossing the letter and the stone back onto the bedside table, N’mor rolled over to Z’rin and ran his hand soothingly up and down his mate’s arm until he was semi-awake. “Fort is Hatching,” he said softly, brushing a kiss against Z’rin’s jaw under his ear. “Do you want to come?” N’mor grinned impishly at the way that seemed to awaken his lover, a soft laugh breaking free before he could stop it. “You’re funny,” he teased, pressing a kiss to Z’rin’s lips before rolling out of bed and swearing when his feet hit cold stone.
It didn’t take long to get ready, or rouse his dragon who enjoyed Hatchings – probably more than N’mor did – and get him strapped up. Then it was just a bit of air, a pop between and they were in the clear skies above Fort. N’mor breathed in the frosty night air and enjoyed the lazy decent as Rhezalth greeted the watch dragon and then a few other friends as they appeared. Dropping N’mor off, Rhezalth went to find a comfortable spot to watch, leaving N’mor to make his way through the sizable crowd. Glancing around, he spotted T’ryn and lead Z’rin in that direction.
“Hey T!” It had been a little while since they’d gotten the chance to catch up, which made N’mor a bit sad, but he was at least reassured by the easy familiarity of their friendship. “How much longer until Cazan pops?” he asked with a smirk, leaning subtly into Z’rin. He was rarely too obvious about their relationship in public, but certainly not when there were Holders around to cast judgement or for him to dishonour the bronzerider reputation or some such crap. His gaze shifted to the Holder beside T’ryn, and he raised his eyebrows. “You didn’t pull any punches when you picked that outfit.”