09.Jun.18, 09:57 AM
Sometimes she felt like N’mor didn’t like her. He seemed to tolerate her because her half-brother T’ryn liked to spend time with her. Mylorah had to admit, she originally thought that friendship was odd when she started spending more time with her bronzeriding brother – who was known simply as Telrynd at the time – and she had been right in eventually calling him out on befriending the kid because he was the son of their dad’s current love interest. But she didn’t think the friendship would last and was pleased when she was proven wrong. It was kind of amazing to see such a strong friendship, one that only deepened after the devastation of the landslide. She had lost a half-brother and her mother that horrifying night so it was nice to focus on the positive that came out of it, like N’mor living and a friendship flourishing.
Mylorah sometimes still spent time with the pair when she could but given they were both bronzeriders and she was a lowly Candidate, it was hard to line up free time. She still believed N’mor dodged her at times as well, but today wasn’t going to be one of those days. She had decided the bronzerider was far too happy lately and it was her belief that that meant he was seeing someone. Everyone was happier when they were in a relationship, or at least having great sex. Either way, she was dying to know who it was.
Honestly, that desire to learn more was born slightly of jealousy as she may have had a crush on N’mor at one point before deciding his surliness wasn’t as charming as she initially thought. Mostly, though, she was genuinely curious to know who finally stole his heart, or at least awakened his libido because it always seemed like T’ryn and N’mor were more interested in each other’s company than finding a woman to warm their beds. She had her suspicions thanks to the Hatching a couple of days ago. She had seen the way N’mor looked into the assembling crowd and when she scanned it, there was only one person looking in his direction and smiling on top of it.
So it was Mylorah made her way across the Weyr with a tray mixed with some sliced fruit and some pieces of the sweets served at dinner to N’mor’s door. She thought about visiting her brother instead but the curiosity was too much and she knocked even as she opened the door slightly and called out his name to announce her presence.
“N’mor! I’m coming in whether you’re decent or not… hoping you’re not!”
Mylorah sometimes still spent time with the pair when she could but given they were both bronzeriders and she was a lowly Candidate, it was hard to line up free time. She still believed N’mor dodged her at times as well, but today wasn’t going to be one of those days. She had decided the bronzerider was far too happy lately and it was her belief that that meant he was seeing someone. Everyone was happier when they were in a relationship, or at least having great sex. Either way, she was dying to know who it was.
Honestly, that desire to learn more was born slightly of jealousy as she may have had a crush on N’mor at one point before deciding his surliness wasn’t as charming as she initially thought. Mostly, though, she was genuinely curious to know who finally stole his heart, or at least awakened his libido because it always seemed like T’ryn and N’mor were more interested in each other’s company than finding a woman to warm their beds. She had her suspicions thanks to the Hatching a couple of days ago. She had seen the way N’mor looked into the assembling crowd and when she scanned it, there was only one person looking in his direction and smiling on top of it.
So it was Mylorah made her way across the Weyr with a tray mixed with some sliced fruit and some pieces of the sweets served at dinner to N’mor’s door. She thought about visiting her brother instead but the curiosity was too much and she knocked even as she opened the door slightly and called out his name to announce her presence.
“N’mor! I’m coming in whether you’re decent or not… hoping you’re not!”