30.Jun.18, 11:34 AM
Mylorah was pleased that she got that much out of the normally tight-lipped bronzerider and wasn’t at all surprised that he tried to end the conversation. She simply grinned at him and grabbed another cookie, eating it in silence as she pretended she was fine with that answer. Of course she wasn’t! Even if she didn’t see the questionable smile in the Stands, she’d still try to bug him into saying more. But she was proud of him for sharing as much as he had. Sometimes she worried he’d never let anyone in, except maybe T’ryn. They were practically joined at the hip and no doubt knew each other’s secrets and would keep them easily enough as if they were their own.
Half the cookie was gone before Mylorah had to give in and keep pestering him. “I think I’ll disagree with you, shocking, I know. We’re friends and I want to make sure you’re happy.” She paused again for another sip of water, setting the glass down softly as she considered if she just wanted to blurt out what she knew, what she suspected, or tease him further.
Of course teasing won out. “I saw you,” she said cryptically, and tried not to laugh at how that sounded. She sounded like a creeper that was watching N’mor’s sex life from a closet. Then again, she also wouldn’t turn down the chance to do exactly that. She wasn’t really a voyeur but she did still find N’mor attractive, even if she got over her crush a while ago, and morbid curiosity that kind of made her feel bad wanted to know how he did with one arm. Truthfully, she knew from experience that you only needed one good hand for ultimate pleasure so she figured N’mor was doing just fine.
After finishing the cookie and deciding he squirmed enough – like N’mor would ever squirm – Mylorah decided to explain herself. “At the Hatching, I mean. You seemed to have spotted someone up there and someone up there seemed happy to see you.” There was a chance it was nothing and an even stronger chance that N’mor would play it that way but Mylorah knew what she saw and believed what she figured out.
Half the cookie was gone before Mylorah had to give in and keep pestering him. “I think I’ll disagree with you, shocking, I know. We’re friends and I want to make sure you’re happy.” She paused again for another sip of water, setting the glass down softly as she considered if she just wanted to blurt out what she knew, what she suspected, or tease him further.
Of course teasing won out. “I saw you,” she said cryptically, and tried not to laugh at how that sounded. She sounded like a creeper that was watching N’mor’s sex life from a closet. Then again, she also wouldn’t turn down the chance to do exactly that. She wasn’t really a voyeur but she did still find N’mor attractive, even if she got over her crush a while ago, and morbid curiosity that kind of made her feel bad wanted to know how he did with one arm. Truthfully, she knew from experience that you only needed one good hand for ultimate pleasure so she figured N’mor was doing just fine.
After finishing the cookie and deciding he squirmed enough – like N’mor would ever squirm – Mylorah decided to explain herself. “At the Hatching, I mean. You seemed to have spotted someone up there and someone up there seemed happy to see you.” There was a chance it was nothing and an even stronger chance that N’mor would play it that way but Mylorah knew what she saw and believed what she figured out.