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28.Feb.21, 08:14 AM
N’mor snorted softly, waking up in confusion when he felt someone cuddling up against him, knowing even in his sleep that he wasn’t home, and wasn’t with Z’rin, so who was pressed up against him? Confusion furrowed his eyebrows, wondering for a moment if Rhezalth had entered a flight, but no, as he blinked, he realised they were at their first campsite following the golden Malvayth. That’s why Z’rin wasn’t with him, since his blue wouldn’t be able to keep up with the gold and her escort of oversized bronze lumps.
Gaze shifting from the top of the tent to look at who was cuddled up against him, N’mor’s frown shifted to a furrowed look of amusement as he recognised T’ryn’s head and lifted his arm to pat him lightly on the head with another soft snort. “Idiot,” he mumbled, watching T’ryn’s face before glancing up and blinking at Cazan. His expression of amusement faded when Cazan giggled behind her hands, frowning again and feeling as if she were laughing at him and his actions.
When Cazan spoke, N’mor startled slightly, having been hazily lingering on the edge of going back to sleep, even though Cazan was still staring at him. He blinked, and adjusted himself so he was lying on his right side, facing his companions, rubbing his left hand over his face. “He’s certainly something,” N’mor drawled, glancing at the sleeping T’ryn, and then back to Cazan at her question. “Yeah.” He spoke lowly, voice somewhere between a mumble and a soft growl. “Since we were little.” N’mor paused thoughtfully. “He helped Dad look after Rhe while I was medicated after the landslide. That’s when I lost my arm,” he added, remembering that Cazan probably didn’t know that much about that portion of their lives. It really wasn’t something any of the Katilan’s enjoyed talking about; too much trauma.
Gaze shifting from the top of the tent to look at who was cuddled up against him, N’mor’s frown shifted to a furrowed look of amusement as he recognised T’ryn’s head and lifted his arm to pat him lightly on the head with another soft snort. “Idiot,” he mumbled, watching T’ryn’s face before glancing up and blinking at Cazan. His expression of amusement faded when Cazan giggled behind her hands, frowning again and feeling as if she were laughing at him and his actions.
When Cazan spoke, N’mor startled slightly, having been hazily lingering on the edge of going back to sleep, even though Cazan was still staring at him. He blinked, and adjusted himself so he was lying on his right side, facing his companions, rubbing his left hand over his face. “He’s certainly something,” N’mor drawled, glancing at the sleeping T’ryn, and then back to Cazan at her question. “Yeah.” He spoke lowly, voice somewhere between a mumble and a soft growl. “Since we were little.” N’mor paused thoughtfully. “He helped Dad look after Rhe while I was medicated after the landslide. That’s when I lost my arm,” he added, remembering that Cazan probably didn’t know that much about that portion of their lives. It really wasn’t something any of the Katilan’s enjoyed talking about; too much trauma.
