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17.Mar.18, 09:18 AM
N’mor laughed, amused. “Sorry,” he offered, though he did not really sound too worried. It helped that his friend was laughing and seemed fine; if there had been blood involved N’mor probably would have taken his friend’s complaint a little more seriously! He studied T’ryn quietly for a few moments as his friend stared up at the sky, tracing the lines of his face with his eyes before he realised he was staring, and quickly made to follow T’ryn’s lead, looking up at the sky and watching the clouds, a slight furrow between his brows.
“Really?” N’mor asked, turning his head again so he could look at T’ryn again, glad he’d managed to avoid being caught staring (he assumed, anyway!) and that he had a new excuse to look at his friend. “That sounds highly entertaining,” N’mor smirked, envisioning his friend running around with snow falling out of the legs and back of his clothing as pale eyes sparkled mischievously. Definitely an entertaining image! “I should get you to show me some time,” he teased, eyeing T’ryn’s coat and wondering if it were short enough to cause a repeat of the apparent disaster. Laughing, he shook his head and sat up when T’ryn said they should get up.
And wasn’t that a whole other kettle of hilarious fish? N’mor watched with a combination of awe, fascination, and amusement as T’ryn fought his way to his feet, not at all ashamed of the way he took advantage of enjoying the views his friend’s equally various positions allowed him. He was rather pleased, in the end, that his own coat was quite long and hiding his unfortunate… N’mor grimaced before laughing at the expression on T’ryn’s face. He was such a faker. “Thank you,” he laughed, sincerely pleased T’ryn was going to help haul him to his feet, even if he was begging the spirit of Faranth not to have them tumbling over in the process. There was something he would not be able to hide if he landed in his friend’s lap!
And wouldn’t that be a crying shame, Rhezalth drawled, and N’mor frowned in the direction of his dragon, knowing full well the bronze beast had included T’ryn in that particular comment. Rolling his eyes, N’mor shrugged at T’ryn and accepted his hand, playing it off like he had no idea what the dragon was talking about (something he did often enough, considering Rhezalth talked to T’ryn as easily as he spoke to N’mor, thanks to their early start in life.) and found his feet without too much incident. All the while, doing his best to keep a polite distance from his friend, N’mor floundered around, despite the helping hand. Ice was bloody slippery!
“Okay,” he said slowly, catching his balance and feeling more in control of himself than under the bind of hormones, he grinned at T’ryn. “I think I’m good now,” He laughed softly. “I think I’ll try and avoid ramming into you next time!” He could feel Rhezalth preparing to comment on his word choice, and N’mor shut him down like a mental tonne of bricks, horrified at the idea of his dragon commenting on that!
“Really?” N’mor asked, turning his head again so he could look at T’ryn again, glad he’d managed to avoid being caught staring (he assumed, anyway!) and that he had a new excuse to look at his friend. “That sounds highly entertaining,” N’mor smirked, envisioning his friend running around with snow falling out of the legs and back of his clothing as pale eyes sparkled mischievously. Definitely an entertaining image! “I should get you to show me some time,” he teased, eyeing T’ryn’s coat and wondering if it were short enough to cause a repeat of the apparent disaster. Laughing, he shook his head and sat up when T’ryn said they should get up.
And wasn’t that a whole other kettle of hilarious fish? N’mor watched with a combination of awe, fascination, and amusement as T’ryn fought his way to his feet, not at all ashamed of the way he took advantage of enjoying the views his friend’s equally various positions allowed him. He was rather pleased, in the end, that his own coat was quite long and hiding his unfortunate… N’mor grimaced before laughing at the expression on T’ryn’s face. He was such a faker. “Thank you,” he laughed, sincerely pleased T’ryn was going to help haul him to his feet, even if he was begging the spirit of Faranth not to have them tumbling over in the process. There was something he would not be able to hide if he landed in his friend’s lap!
“Okay,” he said slowly, catching his balance and feeling more in control of himself than under the bind of hormones, he grinned at T’ryn. “I think I’m good now,” He laughed softly. “I think I’ll try and avoid ramming into you next time!” He could feel Rhezalth preparing to comment on his word choice, and N’mor shut him down like a mental tonne of bricks, horrified at the idea of his dragon commenting on that!
