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13.Feb.22, 10:30 AM
N’lis lit up when he saw Zezeth approach the ledge and continued smiling as M’quel made her way over to him. It faltered slightly as his brows pulled into confusion over her apology. “I’ve missed you, too,” he finally found his voice after his ray of sunshine kissed his cheek and settled in. M’quel had a way of making his day brighter, even those lower days that coupled a migraine with the feeling of not belonging anywhere.
“Please don’t apologise either. We’ve both been busy lately. In fact, I only recently got home and haven’t made it through the bath yet so you might not want to sit too closely,” he chuckled, though N’lis was a bit worried about getting M’quel dirty. He was likely covered in dirt, dust, and who knew what else that he didn’t want to think about. He was enjoying the job thanks to the satisfaction of being useful for a change but it was kind of gross.
Dalsuth puffed up as much as he could with the way he was lying down so he didn’t disturb N’lis but he was pleased with the compliments all the same and tried to show a bit more of his belly. He knew he and his clutch mates were unique with their extra little splash of colour and he loved it. N’lis wasn’t a fan of the extra attention but since Dalsuth was and handled any sort of comments, he was growing used to it. “I think he’s plateauing now and shouldn’t grow anymore. I hope, anyway! That’s a lot of hide to look after.” His arms didn’t hurt quite as much when it was time to bathe or oil Dalsuth but it did still take time to do. He also secretly thanked his dragon on occasion for helping him get into shape. His arms were nicely defined and N’lis didn’t feel quite like a wet noodle anymore.
“Classes are winding down. Just review mostly to make sure we can survive without constant supervision,” he was going to miss the routine of classes but he was excited for his graduation and whatever may follow. He wasn’t one for planning too far ahead and his only plan was to just go with it day by day and find his place in the Weyr. Currently, he liked his place beside M’quel and smiled again as he accepted the bottle of wine.
He saw the way she had grimaced and was preparing for a bad bottle but found it to be rather pleasant. “I spent a lot of years living in a tavern remember,” N’lis pointed out with a laugh as he took another drink. He wasn’t a heavy drinker—really only had it at celebrations or a fancy dinner—but he could handle wine. The taste of it at least. He never had more than a glass so he wasn’t sure about his tolerance but he enjoyed what he did drink.
“Please don’t apologise either. We’ve both been busy lately. In fact, I only recently got home and haven’t made it through the bath yet so you might not want to sit too closely,” he chuckled, though N’lis was a bit worried about getting M’quel dirty. He was likely covered in dirt, dust, and who knew what else that he didn’t want to think about. He was enjoying the job thanks to the satisfaction of being useful for a change but it was kind of gross.
Dalsuth puffed up as much as he could with the way he was lying down so he didn’t disturb N’lis but he was pleased with the compliments all the same and tried to show a bit more of his belly. He knew he and his clutch mates were unique with their extra little splash of colour and he loved it. N’lis wasn’t a fan of the extra attention but since Dalsuth was and handled any sort of comments, he was growing used to it. “I think he’s plateauing now and shouldn’t grow anymore. I hope, anyway! That’s a lot of hide to look after.” His arms didn’t hurt quite as much when it was time to bathe or oil Dalsuth but it did still take time to do. He also secretly thanked his dragon on occasion for helping him get into shape. His arms were nicely defined and N’lis didn’t feel quite like a wet noodle anymore.
“Classes are winding down. Just review mostly to make sure we can survive without constant supervision,” he was going to miss the routine of classes but he was excited for his graduation and whatever may follow. He wasn’t one for planning too far ahead and his only plan was to just go with it day by day and find his place in the Weyr. Currently, he liked his place beside M’quel and smiled again as he accepted the bottle of wine.
He saw the way she had grimaced and was preparing for a bad bottle but found it to be rather pleasant. “I spent a lot of years living in a tavern remember,” N’lis pointed out with a laugh as he took another drink. He wasn’t a heavy drinker—really only had it at celebrations or a fancy dinner—but he could handle wine. The taste of it at least. He never had more than a glass so he wasn’t sure about his tolerance but he enjoyed what he did drink.
