29.Apr.20, 06:23 AM
N’mor’s lips pursed as the first dragon to appear was a blue, a very bad omen in his opinion. He would have rather see a green come first than a blue; the fact that a green was the next to break shell and find her lifemate did little to quiet N’mor’s irritation and anxiety. Nothing good would come from a blue hatching first. Nothing. Irritated by the two chromatic babies, N’mor turned his attention to the child he was holding; the boy was more asleep than awake now, the lull between everyone arriving and the hatching beginning wasn’t enough to keep him entertained so late after his bedtime.
When a murmuring spread across the stands, N’mor shifted his attention to see the pair of bronzes, and a small smile finally tilted his lips up, dispelling the displeasure that the first two hatchlings had brought out in him. N’mor’s eyes widened when the fight broke out, hissing between his teeth and then forcing himself to make sure Vondlyn wasn’t stirring, the child now asleep, and keeping him that way lest he see the commotion. N’mor didn’t think it would do him any parciuarl harm, but he could see Helyna freaking out about the child, and a moment later Z’rin was close beside him and the dragons were keening the sad loss of the baby bronze. N’mor looked up at Z’rin, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he listed to his mate.
N’mor let Z’rin take Vondlyn, nodding slightly, and touched his hand lightly to Z’rin’s, eyes soft. He would have liked to kiss the bluerider, but he had a reputation to uphold – both locally and as a bronzerider with all the Holders around – and so just nodded, looking down to meet Helyna’s eye, getting Rhezalth to pass along to Iliyith that the bluerider was taking the child to his bed. He then slipped from his seat, and made his way to the edge of the Stands, and hopped off, joining Helyna on the sands. N’mor placed his hand on her shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze of reassurance, before retracting it and turning to see what the next few eggs would bring.
When a murmuring spread across the stands, N’mor shifted his attention to see the pair of bronzes, and a small smile finally tilted his lips up, dispelling the displeasure that the first two hatchlings had brought out in him. N’mor’s eyes widened when the fight broke out, hissing between his teeth and then forcing himself to make sure Vondlyn wasn’t stirring, the child now asleep, and keeping him that way lest he see the commotion. N’mor didn’t think it would do him any parciuarl harm, but he could see Helyna freaking out about the child, and a moment later Z’rin was close beside him and the dragons were keening the sad loss of the baby bronze. N’mor looked up at Z’rin, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he listed to his mate.
N’mor let Z’rin take Vondlyn, nodding slightly, and touched his hand lightly to Z’rin’s, eyes soft. He would have liked to kiss the bluerider, but he had a reputation to uphold – both locally and as a bronzerider with all the Holders around – and so just nodded, looking down to meet Helyna’s eye, getting Rhezalth to pass along to Iliyith that the bluerider was taking the child to his bed. He then slipped from his seat, and made his way to the edge of the Stands, and hopped off, joining Helyna on the sands. N’mor placed his hand on her shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze of reassurance, before retracting it and turning to see what the next few eggs would bring.