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15.Jun.18, 01:38 AM
Misharan grinned back, glad his joke seemed to have been appreciated. It wasn’t his finest, but at least it had been acknowledged, and that was good enough for Misha. “Thanks for deciding I’m special, then.” He said cheerfully, before turning to the blue dragon. “And thank you, Vydoriath, it’s a nice ledge.” He didn’t realize the blue was winking at him, just thought he was blinking, but the blink seemed friendly enough. Certainly wasn’t a ‘get off my ledge or I’ll throw you off’ reaction, so Misharan felt confident that the dragon truly didn’t mind him being there.
“Eh, don’t kick yourself about it. Everyone was busy opening up the new Weyrs, moving in, running around, all that. I don’t take it personally, and I doubt anyone else does either.” Misharan shrugged, unconcerned. It wasn’t like it was R’vi’s job to be best friends with every Candidate, he was just decent enough to check in with most of them at least once. That was already better than most people. Besides, once he’d figured out the social rules of the Weyr, Misha didn’t have too much trouble finding friends or people to spend time with.
He nodded at R’vi’s description of what he’d been up to, not really in agreement, since there wasn’t really anything to agree to, but more to show he was actively listening. “Doesn’t sound too stressful. Though I suppose hosting a party can be less than relaxing sometimes. Lots of running around and keeping things going. The beach is nice though. Been a few times while waiting for the Hatching. You ever have parties on the beach?” Misharan asked, figuring the answer was probably yes, but thinking a beach party would be amazingly fun. Combine the entertainment of both a party and the beach.
“If what people say has even a fraction of truth in it, any party you host is not something to miss.” He said, grinning, before it turned into something closer to a grimace and Misharan flopped down so that he was lying on his back on the cool stone floor. “Though if it stays this hot in Ista I may want to forgo this particular Hatching and escape back to Telgar.” He turned his head to the side so he was facing R’vi. “You’re lucky I like you and your parties are legendary, otherwise I might avoid Ista until winter the way this weather is. I’m from Crom, I’m not bred for this weather.” Misha said, sighing dramatically and throwing an arm over his head. There weren’t any major Holds farther north than Crom, and while Misharan had been to Ista many times, it had never been this hot before. And it was absolutely gross for everything to be this hot all the time.
“Eh, don’t kick yourself about it. Everyone was busy opening up the new Weyrs, moving in, running around, all that. I don’t take it personally, and I doubt anyone else does either.” Misharan shrugged, unconcerned. It wasn’t like it was R’vi’s job to be best friends with every Candidate, he was just decent enough to check in with most of them at least once. That was already better than most people. Besides, once he’d figured out the social rules of the Weyr, Misha didn’t have too much trouble finding friends or people to spend time with.
He nodded at R’vi’s description of what he’d been up to, not really in agreement, since there wasn’t really anything to agree to, but more to show he was actively listening. “Doesn’t sound too stressful. Though I suppose hosting a party can be less than relaxing sometimes. Lots of running around and keeping things going. The beach is nice though. Been a few times while waiting for the Hatching. You ever have parties on the beach?” Misharan asked, figuring the answer was probably yes, but thinking a beach party would be amazingly fun. Combine the entertainment of both a party and the beach.
“If what people say has even a fraction of truth in it, any party you host is not something to miss.” He said, grinning, before it turned into something closer to a grimace and Misharan flopped down so that he was lying on his back on the cool stone floor. “Though if it stays this hot in Ista I may want to forgo this particular Hatching and escape back to Telgar.” He turned his head to the side so he was facing R’vi. “You’re lucky I like you and your parties are legendary, otherwise I might avoid Ista until winter the way this weather is. I’m from Crom, I’m not bred for this weather.” Misha said, sighing dramatically and throwing an arm over his head. There weren’t any major Holds farther north than Crom, and while Misharan had been to Ista many times, it had never been this hot before. And it was absolutely gross for everything to be this hot all the time.
