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20.Apr.20, 09:35 AM
Attending a Hatching was not on N’mor’s to-do list, and he was more than slightly put out, though Tala did seem quite positive that it wasn’t a false alarm, which helped. N’mor still hadn’t decided what he thought of the greenrider, and was holding back judgement until he did. He didn’t really know her, and didn’t really want to – he had enough female friends to more than get him through life, thanks – but the fact that she was attached at the hip to Helyna meant there wasn’t much option, since Rhezalth seemed rather fond of Iliyith. That was something else N’mor wasn’t sure about, but if the bronze and gold mated, well, at least he knew what to expect post-flight, and he might even convince Rhezalth that flying other golds wouldn’t be wise…
With his affections playfully dismissed by Z’rin, N’mor hauled himself into action and got dressed, finger-combed his hair into almost neatness, and made his way to gear up and leave on Rhezalth, promising to meet up with Z’rin when he arrived. From there, it didn’t take long to find his way onto the Sands, Rhezalth stopping beside Iliyith at what appeared to be an agreed upon distance. His dragon looked content, though, so N’mor left him with a slap on the shoulder and a polite greeting to the gold. He liked her; she was a pretty dragon, and seemed to have a good head on her shoulders.
Joining Helyna, N’mor gave her a light peck to the cheek in greeting, and then beamed when he saw Vondlyn with Tala, swiftly stealing the youngster away from the greenrider (with no shortage of a smug look) even if she had to help a little with getting the toddler onto N’mor’s hip; he was still mastering holding the child with one arm, not that Vondlyn seemed to mind. Smiling warmly, N’mor asked the child playful questions as he took him up to join Z’rin and company, ignoring the curious looks from Mylorah and T’ryn until he joined them. Giving Z’rin an affectionate kiss, N’mor turned to his friends and gave the toddler a little bump on his hip. “Hey, guys,” there may have been a slight blush across his nose as he shifted his gaze to the suddenly shy child. “Say hello to Aunty Mylo and Uncle T, kiddo.”
Wide young eyes stared at both Mylorha and T’ryn, before Vondlyn buried his face against N’mor’s shoulder once more, and the bronzerider laughed softly. “Or not.” Still smiling, N’mor dropped a light kiss on his son’s head before glancing over at Z’rin again. “We were invited to sit down front,” he teased, lifting his eyebrows dramatically and smirking as he spoke. It had been an odd invitation, but N’mor could figure out an order that wasn’t an order but was definitely an order when it was given. Shifting attention back to the siblings, N’mor gave a small smile. “Thanks for coming. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He gave the kid a light shift; he could see Mylorah bubbling up with enough questions to explode. T’ryn looked… Confused? Maybe. N’mor turned back to Z’rin.
“D’you wanna take him? He’s getting heavy! Here, go to Zinnie for a moment, kiddo.” Wrapping his arm around Z’rin’s waist as he took the child, N’mor caught a glance of his father as he looked around the Hatching, and flashed the greenrider a small smile. B’jin didn’t look worried, and N’mor saw no reason to traumatize the child (either of them…) by introducing grandfather and grandson right then.
With his affections playfully dismissed by Z’rin, N’mor hauled himself into action and got dressed, finger-combed his hair into almost neatness, and made his way to gear up and leave on Rhezalth, promising to meet up with Z’rin when he arrived. From there, it didn’t take long to find his way onto the Sands, Rhezalth stopping beside Iliyith at what appeared to be an agreed upon distance. His dragon looked content, though, so N’mor left him with a slap on the shoulder and a polite greeting to the gold. He liked her; she was a pretty dragon, and seemed to have a good head on her shoulders.
Joining Helyna, N’mor gave her a light peck to the cheek in greeting, and then beamed when he saw Vondlyn with Tala, swiftly stealing the youngster away from the greenrider (with no shortage of a smug look) even if she had to help a little with getting the toddler onto N’mor’s hip; he was still mastering holding the child with one arm, not that Vondlyn seemed to mind. Smiling warmly, N’mor asked the child playful questions as he took him up to join Z’rin and company, ignoring the curious looks from Mylorah and T’ryn until he joined them. Giving Z’rin an affectionate kiss, N’mor turned to his friends and gave the toddler a little bump on his hip. “Hey, guys,” there may have been a slight blush across his nose as he shifted his gaze to the suddenly shy child. “Say hello to Aunty Mylo and Uncle T, kiddo.”
Wide young eyes stared at both Mylorha and T’ryn, before Vondlyn buried his face against N’mor’s shoulder once more, and the bronzerider laughed softly. “Or not.” Still smiling, N’mor dropped a light kiss on his son’s head before glancing over at Z’rin again. “We were invited to sit down front,” he teased, lifting his eyebrows dramatically and smirking as he spoke. It had been an odd invitation, but N’mor could figure out an order that wasn’t an order but was definitely an order when it was given. Shifting attention back to the siblings, N’mor gave a small smile. “Thanks for coming. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He gave the kid a light shift; he could see Mylorah bubbling up with enough questions to explode. T’ryn looked… Confused? Maybe. N’mor turned back to Z’rin.
“D’you wanna take him? He’s getting heavy! Here, go to Zinnie for a moment, kiddo.” Wrapping his arm around Z’rin’s waist as he took the child, N’mor caught a glance of his father as he looked around the Hatching, and flashed the greenrider a small smile. B’jin didn’t look worried, and N’mor saw no reason to traumatize the child (either of them…) by introducing grandfather and grandson right then.
