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25.Nov.18, 12:11 PM
“Misha!” R’dal skipped across the Bowl from where Edath had landed to the area he saw his friend. Was he lucky or what? It was a spontaneous visit, spurred on by the request to deliver an item to the Candidate, so he wasn’t sure where he would find the man. Walking across the Bowl at the same time he had landed screamed they were meant to visit that afternoon. Assuming Misharan wasn’t on his way to see the Weyrleader or lend a hand with some task he was assigned to. Still, at least they’d have a few minutes instead of wasting any free time hunting Misharan down. The man was too popular! He could be playing cards with someone, in his bed relaxing, or in someone else’s bed not-resting.
When he caught up to Misharan, R’dal more or less threw himself at him into a one-armed hug, careful not to jostle the package he had been charged the task of delivering. “While I totally would have visited you on my own, I come bearing gifts from Mylorah and an apology. She wanted to hitch a ride but she was roped into doing laundry because they’re short helpers today.” He held up the container for Misharan to take, if he wanted, but R’dal was confident it’d be taken. Not only was everyone friends with Mylorah and they wouldn’t want to hurt her feelings by turning down a gift, Misharan was just a flat out nice guy and would probably accept a bowl of mud just to be polite.
Misharan probably also had never had Mylorah’s cooking or baking so he wouldn’t know better. In this case it mattered more on how brave you were and not so much on kind. “She said she misses you and knows you’re healed up but she still wanted to make you some comfort foods.” R’dal wondered if she was taking lessons or something if she was trying to offer food to people again. Still, he wasn’t sure he was ready to try more. His stomach flipped just at the memory of the stew she made long ago in Katila that made them all sick for two days. Then there was the bread that was somehow a rock on the outside and undercooked in the middle. He still didn’t know how she managed that one. But he hoped for Misharan’s safety that the cookies weren’t made with salt instead of sugar or burnt and that the rice and vegetable dish that was probably in need of being heated up after the trip between wasn’t poisoned or made with an odd sauce.
When he caught up to Misharan, R’dal more or less threw himself at him into a one-armed hug, careful not to jostle the package he had been charged the task of delivering. “While I totally would have visited you on my own, I come bearing gifts from Mylorah and an apology. She wanted to hitch a ride but she was roped into doing laundry because they’re short helpers today.” He held up the container for Misharan to take, if he wanted, but R’dal was confident it’d be taken. Not only was everyone friends with Mylorah and they wouldn’t want to hurt her feelings by turning down a gift, Misharan was just a flat out nice guy and would probably accept a bowl of mud just to be polite.
Misharan probably also had never had Mylorah’s cooking or baking so he wouldn’t know better. In this case it mattered more on how brave you were and not so much on kind. “She said she misses you and knows you’re healed up but she still wanted to make you some comfort foods.” R’dal wondered if she was taking lessons or something if she was trying to offer food to people again. Still, he wasn’t sure he was ready to try more. His stomach flipped just at the memory of the stew she made long ago in Katila that made them all sick for two days. Then there was the bread that was somehow a rock on the outside and undercooked in the middle. He still didn’t know how she managed that one. But he hoped for Misharan’s safety that the cookies weren’t made with salt instead of sugar or burnt and that the rice and vegetable dish that was probably in need of being heated up after the trip between wasn’t poisoned or made with an odd sauce.
