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26.Apr.20, 08:27 AM
Z’rin knew the moment the Hatching turned into yet another bloody one that he didn’t like Helyna though he would always cheer for Rhezalth to catch Iliyith. She wasn’t to blame for the hatchlings’ behaviour, of course, but she could and would be blamed for having Vondlyn there. He had been tolerating her since N’mor told him about the boy—and boy was that a conversation! Z’rin had been hurt and confused for the briefest of moments before being told his mate had just found out himself. He didn’t like that she had kept the boy’s existence from his father and hated it even more the first time he saw the pair together and how much N’mor already loved his son. Z’rin had been instantly charmed as well and wanted nothing more than to take the boy home with them but he could tell N’mor wasn’t entirely ready for that step.
There had been mixed emotions when he arrived and saw Vondlyn on the Sands with his parents but when N’mor brought the boy to sit with him, Z’rin felt a bit more comfortable knowing the young child wouldn’t be in direct line of danger should a hatchling see red. He was willing to accept that compromise since it allowed N’mor some more time with his son, even if the child was sleepy and should have been tucked away in a bed somewhere.
N’mor turned Vondlyn away from the scene, doing his best to shield the boy and Z’rin instinctively tensed and readied himself to protect the pair just in case a hatchling found its way in their direction and caused a commotion of people scrambling in every direction. He didn’t like how close they were sitting and took back his previous thoughts that their seats were safer than being directly on the Sands with Helyna. His eyes scanned the Candidates, noting they all seemed to have learned over their time on various Sands to move away, and turned back to the duelling bronzes in time to see one blink away. Z’rin sighed, mourning the loss of another dragon but also felt it was for the best if two dragons wanted the same boy or at least hated each other so much.
As the Healers moved to help the injured pair, Z’rin turned to N’mor to keep from glaring at Helyna. “Would you like me to bring him to the crèche and try to put him to bed? A lot quieter and safer there for him and you don’t have to leave the Hatching.” Z’rin gently rubbed Vondlyn’s back as he snuggled in close to his father whether from being tired or upset. He hated putting N’mor in such a situation where he would have to choose between duty and family but his mate was also young with big goals and staying for the Hatching his dragon sired was a good stepping stone to achieving those goals.
“I can slip out now while it’s quiet and I’ll stay with him until it’s over. Varralath can keep me updated.” On top of wanting Vondlyn away from such scenes, Z’rin had to admit he wasn’t too keen on staying either. He was antsy now, the protective parent instinct kicking in and he could only imagine how much worse it would be when his daughter started to Stand in a few years like she currently said she wanted to do. He also just didn’t want to see anyone else be mauled that night no matter how much he wanted to stay and be supportive for his mate.
There had been mixed emotions when he arrived and saw Vondlyn on the Sands with his parents but when N’mor brought the boy to sit with him, Z’rin felt a bit more comfortable knowing the young child wouldn’t be in direct line of danger should a hatchling see red. He was willing to accept that compromise since it allowed N’mor some more time with his son, even if the child was sleepy and should have been tucked away in a bed somewhere.
N’mor turned Vondlyn away from the scene, doing his best to shield the boy and Z’rin instinctively tensed and readied himself to protect the pair just in case a hatchling found its way in their direction and caused a commotion of people scrambling in every direction. He didn’t like how close they were sitting and took back his previous thoughts that their seats were safer than being directly on the Sands with Helyna. His eyes scanned the Candidates, noting they all seemed to have learned over their time on various Sands to move away, and turned back to the duelling bronzes in time to see one blink away. Z’rin sighed, mourning the loss of another dragon but also felt it was for the best if two dragons wanted the same boy or at least hated each other so much.
As the Healers moved to help the injured pair, Z’rin turned to N’mor to keep from glaring at Helyna. “Would you like me to bring him to the crèche and try to put him to bed? A lot quieter and safer there for him and you don’t have to leave the Hatching.” Z’rin gently rubbed Vondlyn’s back as he snuggled in close to his father whether from being tired or upset. He hated putting N’mor in such a situation where he would have to choose between duty and family but his mate was also young with big goals and staying for the Hatching his dragon sired was a good stepping stone to achieving those goals.
“I can slip out now while it’s quiet and I’ll stay with him until it’s over. Varralath can keep me updated.” On top of wanting Vondlyn away from such scenes, Z’rin had to admit he wasn’t too keen on staying either. He was antsy now, the protective parent instinct kicking in and he could only imagine how much worse it would be when his daughter started to Stand in a few years like she currently said she wanted to do. He also just didn’t want to see anyone else be mauled that night no matter how much he wanted to stay and be supportive for his mate.
