Post by Moo on Oct 31, 2013 21:18:39 GMT -8
"Oh, don't worry. I only break things intentionally, and I think I've met my quote for a day. Or a year."
N'kio snorted, and as she leaned closer, he held her just a little bit tighter against him. "Hah, I'd hope so. I don't think I have anything left to break, anyway." He felt the hum of her voice against him as she spoke again, and it was the quiet, contemplative sort of tone he had come to recognize when she had her mind already made up. He pressed a light kiss against her head.
"If you say so. I'm not going to get in trouble if I go over there, am I? Anything I should keep in mind while I'm there? I don't doubt your ability any longer; you could tear down the Weyr, if you were so inclined."
Metanath nosed the bags off to the side before he turned to face the couple. Come, you two. As much as you two can talk, these need to be moved before we have to get back to work. You know...If you had no other idea, N'kio, I was thinking Paka's house.
He nodded in response. "Yeah, Paka's is fine." He chuckled. "He's not going to let me live this down, is he?"
The Black dragon shook his head. No, no…The entire Hold won't let you forget this one. 'The Tempests of Cliffside', they'll call them. He looked to Saphireth, and then tilted his head toward the wreckage of the house. As much as he wanted to stay mad - he still couldn't believe what happened, even if he saw it with his own eyes - he knew N'kio had put it behind him, and so he would endeavor as well.
You didn't hurt yourself at all, did you? he asked her, falling back on his Watch knowledge. I'm not quite sure how you managed it all, but if you have any bruises or scratches, you should get those examined. The salt water would also be good for cuts.
Removing his arm from her shoulder, N'kio picked up the bag by his feet and moved toward the remaining pile of his life. He sighed deeply and, with the air of a man about to start working on something not entirely pleasant, he began to pick up a few other bags.
"Come on, Elora. Let's get these taken care of, and then we can arrange the details for this sleep-over." He looked over his shoulder and chanced a small smile. "I'm still going to assume nothing is happening tonight, right?"
N'kio snorted, and as she leaned closer, he held her just a little bit tighter against him. "Hah, I'd hope so. I don't think I have anything left to break, anyway." He felt the hum of her voice against him as she spoke again, and it was the quiet, contemplative sort of tone he had come to recognize when she had her mind already made up. He pressed a light kiss against her head.
"If you say so. I'm not going to get in trouble if I go over there, am I? Anything I should keep in mind while I'm there? I don't doubt your ability any longer; you could tear down the Weyr, if you were so inclined."
Metanath nosed the bags off to the side before he turned to face the couple. Come, you two. As much as you two can talk, these need to be moved before we have to get back to work. You know...If you had no other idea, N'kio, I was thinking Paka's house.
He nodded in response. "Yeah, Paka's is fine." He chuckled. "He's not going to let me live this down, is he?"
The Black dragon shook his head. No, no…The entire Hold won't let you forget this one. 'The Tempests of Cliffside', they'll call them. He looked to Saphireth, and then tilted his head toward the wreckage of the house. As much as he wanted to stay mad - he still couldn't believe what happened, even if he saw it with his own eyes - he knew N'kio had put it behind him, and so he would endeavor as well.
You didn't hurt yourself at all, did you? he asked her, falling back on his Watch knowledge. I'm not quite sure how you managed it all, but if you have any bruises or scratches, you should get those examined. The salt water would also be good for cuts.
Removing his arm from her shoulder, N'kio picked up the bag by his feet and moved toward the remaining pile of his life. He sighed deeply and, with the air of a man about to start working on something not entirely pleasant, he began to pick up a few other bags.
"Come on, Elora. Let's get these taken care of, and then we can arrange the details for this sleep-over." He looked over his shoulder and chanced a small smile. "I'm still going to assume nothing is happening tonight, right?"
