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20.Sep.18, 02:39 AM
The past few months had gone quickly, with three Hatchings in about as many months, and it was nice the next one wasn’t for another month yet. Not that Misharan was exactly busy as a Candidate, but things could get hectic and he liked being in Telgar for a bit. It was the first Weyr he’d been to, and it was the one he ‘officially’ belonged to, so he had a fondness for it. Though he’d been missing Ista recently, and some of his friends there. A few had been left behind with dragons, so Misha hardly felt too bad about them staying behind, and many of the Ista Candidates came to Telgar, but not everyone had.
Still, he had plenty of friends in the Candidates’ barracks at Telgar, and it wasn’t unusual to find Misharan hanging out with several of them in the evenings. He usually hung out with whoever he’d chosen to have dinner with for a bit after the meal ended, and Misha liked to switch up who he sat with at least once or twice a week. It never hurt to get to know the other Candidates! While he couldn’t say he was friends with every Candidate he’d at least met most of them and was on reasonably good terms with them. At least, he wasn’t aware of anyone disliking him. Misharan hoped no one hated him, but it wasn’t the end of the world if they did. Their loss, he was amazing.
He’d picked a group of Candidates he didn’t know as well to infiltrate for dinner that evening, a couple other boys, a bit younger than him, and had easily become closer friends with them over food. Hardly a surprise, he was charming and nice to look at, after all. He’d kept talking to them after dinner as well, walking back to the barracks with them and continuing the conversation there. One of them was telling a story about some trouble he’d gotten into with a younger brother a few turns ago, and Misharan laughed along with everyone else, amused by the tale. He made a snarky comment to the boy telling the story, which made everyone laugh. Pleased with himself, Misha settled back in to listen, until he was brought out of the story by a familiar voice and a familiar nickname.
Misha turned just in time to see a blur of Mylorah jump on the bed. He felt more than saw her crash into him in a bruising hug, and he dramatically pulled her down onto the bed next to him with a shout, gleefully hugging her back.
“My my, if it isn’t Mymy,” he teased, arms somewhat trapped against his side but he had enough movement to wrap them partially around Mylorah, “my favorite gold candidate, here in Telgar.” Misharan leaned his face alongside hers, then repositioned it when a piece of her hair tickled his nose. “Missed you,” Misha said, curling into the hug as much as he possibly could. The two of them hadn’t been friends particularly long, and he could hardly say he was lacking in friends in general, but Mylorah was one of his best friends, and probably the main reason he missed being in Ista. There was just something about the girl that drew him to her, that made them work as friends. Stupid rules about women Standing keeping Mylorah away. But she was there now, which meant at least the next month or so was going to be amazing.
Still, he had plenty of friends in the Candidates’ barracks at Telgar, and it wasn’t unusual to find Misharan hanging out with several of them in the evenings. He usually hung out with whoever he’d chosen to have dinner with for a bit after the meal ended, and Misha liked to switch up who he sat with at least once or twice a week. It never hurt to get to know the other Candidates! While he couldn’t say he was friends with every Candidate he’d at least met most of them and was on reasonably good terms with them. At least, he wasn’t aware of anyone disliking him. Misharan hoped no one hated him, but it wasn’t the end of the world if they did. Their loss, he was amazing.
He’d picked a group of Candidates he didn’t know as well to infiltrate for dinner that evening, a couple other boys, a bit younger than him, and had easily become closer friends with them over food. Hardly a surprise, he was charming and nice to look at, after all. He’d kept talking to them after dinner as well, walking back to the barracks with them and continuing the conversation there. One of them was telling a story about some trouble he’d gotten into with a younger brother a few turns ago, and Misharan laughed along with everyone else, amused by the tale. He made a snarky comment to the boy telling the story, which made everyone laugh. Pleased with himself, Misha settled back in to listen, until he was brought out of the story by a familiar voice and a familiar nickname.
Misha turned just in time to see a blur of Mylorah jump on the bed. He felt more than saw her crash into him in a bruising hug, and he dramatically pulled her down onto the bed next to him with a shout, gleefully hugging her back.
“My my, if it isn’t Mymy,” he teased, arms somewhat trapped against his side but he had enough movement to wrap them partially around Mylorah, “my favorite gold candidate, here in Telgar.” Misharan leaned his face alongside hers, then repositioned it when a piece of her hair tickled his nose. “Missed you,” Misha said, curling into the hug as much as he possibly could. The two of them hadn’t been friends particularly long, and he could hardly say he was lacking in friends in general, but Mylorah was one of his best friends, and probably the main reason he missed being in Ista. There was just something about the girl that drew him to her, that made them work as friends. Stupid rules about women Standing keeping Mylorah away. But she was there now, which meant at least the next month or so was going to be amazing.
