23.Feb.18, 08:28 AM
N’mor snorted, rolling his eyes at his friend. He knew it was possible to ground a dragon from Flying, but N’mor didn’t really agree with the act. Dragons didn’t prevent their humans from tumbling between the sheets whenever they felt like it, or with whomever they wanted; he didn’t feel it fair to stop the dragons from enjoying their own sexuality when they wanted to, even if he didn’t agree with who the partner was. It probably helped that his dragon was not inclined to chase greens, and while N’mor didn’t fancy any of the goldriders, he knew they were a fact of life for many bronzeriders – especially himself and Rhezalth and their plans for the future.
An eyebrow arched upwards when R’dare suddenly started choking on his drink, amusement flickering in N’mor’s eyes as he waited for the explanation he knew would come, eventually. Sipping his own drink somewhat smugly, N’mor smirked around the lip of the glass as R’dare finally spoke. He outright laughed when he explained, ending in a round of coughing and half spluttering in delight. “Oh my!” delighted, N’mor fought for breath. “You two would make such a cute couple!” He teased, sniggering between words. “You should chat to V’ler,” N’mor snorted, shaking his head. “His blue chases anything with wings, so he should have all the information you’d need on who to avoid and who to aim Kadaisicalth at.” If he recalled correctly, his father had had V’ler speak to more than one Weyrling group about exactly that. His smirk returned. “I hear J’ver isn’t bad a flight partner, considering.” Probably had to do with how damned sweet his dragon was rumoured to be.
“If it helps, she practically never flies.” He grinned. Of course, chances were R’dare would eventually visit when she was flying. “And when she does, only a couple of dragons ever win her.” He was surprised by how much he knew, to be honest. He blamed growing up in his father’s household; it was always filled with gossiping greenriders (Par’a was by far the worst!) and then there were the blueriders B’jin occasionally socialised with, to say nothing of the other Harpers. Basically B’jin was a one-man grape vine.
An eyebrow arched upwards when R’dare suddenly started choking on his drink, amusement flickering in N’mor’s eyes as he waited for the explanation he knew would come, eventually. Sipping his own drink somewhat smugly, N’mor smirked around the lip of the glass as R’dare finally spoke. He outright laughed when he explained, ending in a round of coughing and half spluttering in delight. “Oh my!” delighted, N’mor fought for breath. “You two would make such a cute couple!” He teased, sniggering between words. “You should chat to V’ler,” N’mor snorted, shaking his head. “His blue chases anything with wings, so he should have all the information you’d need on who to avoid and who to aim Kadaisicalth at.” If he recalled correctly, his father had had V’ler speak to more than one Weyrling group about exactly that. His smirk returned. “I hear J’ver isn’t bad a flight partner, considering.” Probably had to do with how damned sweet his dragon was rumoured to be.
“If it helps, she practically never flies.” He grinned. Of course, chances were R’dare would eventually visit when she was flying. “And when she does, only a couple of dragons ever win her.” He was surprised by how much he knew, to be honest. He blamed growing up in his father’s household; it was always filled with gossiping greenriders (Par’a was by far the worst!) and then there were the blueriders B’jin occasionally socialised with, to say nothing of the other Harpers. Basically B’jin was a one-man grape vine.