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23.Apr.19, 11:50 AM
She regretted nothing about the day before. How could she? It had been spent with Misharan, one of her closer friends and one she didn’t get to see that often thanks to both of them being dragonless. In truth, it really wasn’t that hard to get together, all they had to do was ask a dragonrider, most doing it for free some maybe needing a mark or two for the task. But, as hard as it was for both of their egos to admit, they did have other friends and tasks that took up time that could have been dedicated to each other. The day was spent together and they even ventured outside of the Weyr, first going to Telgar Hold to get something to eat and then just meandering until they ended up in a quiet meadow with some trees and plants and what not where they gossiped and relaxed.
All that said, maybe she did regret one thing; her lack of survival skills. Whether she was just cursed to never remember plants or she was too distracted to notice, Mylorah had ended up lounging in the deceptively benign-looking clover that caused a rather itchy rash. A rash that didn’t develop until she had returned to Ista and T’ryn pointed out her back was red and looked like welts were rising. She supposed that’s what she got for wearing her cute yet somewhat revealing dress and using her light jacket as a pillow while they laid on the ground.
The Healer had asked her if she had purposely been rolling around in the stuff as a way to get out of work and she had to confess to her blindness before the Healer sighed and rubbed numbweed on her back and gave her a jar to apply to her arms and legs with instructions to re-apply every twelve or so hours for three days. She was also told it wouldn’t get her out of her duties and she barely refrained from rolling her eyes. That hadn’t been her goal! She didn’t mind her chores and stated she was glad it wouldn’t interfere before thanking the man and leaving.
It was now twelve or so hours later, early morning, and she was itchy. That shouldn’t have been a problem, except she knew most of her friends would see the rubdown as an invite for something a bit more sexual than she was in the mood to go for. Honestly, she was itchy and slightly in pain thanks to the swelling at her wrists giving her grief when she moved her hands. That was the first area that was hit with numbweed and she sighed with relief several minutes later. Now to find someone to help her get the harder to reach areas.
She was debating one of her brothers but F’drel popped into her mind just as easily. Truthfully, he was almost at brother status as well. She knew their friendship wasn’t going into more intimate directions and the way he sometimes tolerated her antics made her feel like a little sister that was being humoured. It was nice in its own way.
That decided, she dressed in a light dress that wouldn’t rub too much on her back, grabbed the jar, and bee-lined to F’drel’s weyr where she knocked and put on her most pathetic pout and whiny voice just as he answered. “Feeeennnn,” she had asked him once what his given name was and he had surprised her by sharing the information. Upon mentioning she liked it and asking if she could call him Fen… actually, she couldn’t recall his response right then. She was too desperate to be rid of the pain and had to stop herself from rubbing her back against the wall. She was certain he said it was fine but whether he did or not, she knew she had decided not to use it regularly in case it inspired others to do so as well and it ended up making him uncomfortable. She felt he was improving on his social skills but it felt like too much familiarity might make him withdraw again.
“I need your hands all over my body. Now,” okay, so she couldn’t resist teasing him despite earlier thoughts about avoiding people she slept with and thinking of F’drel as her brother. It was just too much fun sometimes! Mylorah held up the numbweed as she smiled to show she hadn’t completely lost her mind just yet. “Please?”
All that said, maybe she did regret one thing; her lack of survival skills. Whether she was just cursed to never remember plants or she was too distracted to notice, Mylorah had ended up lounging in the deceptively benign-looking clover that caused a rather itchy rash. A rash that didn’t develop until she had returned to Ista and T’ryn pointed out her back was red and looked like welts were rising. She supposed that’s what she got for wearing her cute yet somewhat revealing dress and using her light jacket as a pillow while they laid on the ground.
The Healer had asked her if she had purposely been rolling around in the stuff as a way to get out of work and she had to confess to her blindness before the Healer sighed and rubbed numbweed on her back and gave her a jar to apply to her arms and legs with instructions to re-apply every twelve or so hours for three days. She was also told it wouldn’t get her out of her duties and she barely refrained from rolling her eyes. That hadn’t been her goal! She didn’t mind her chores and stated she was glad it wouldn’t interfere before thanking the man and leaving.
It was now twelve or so hours later, early morning, and she was itchy. That shouldn’t have been a problem, except she knew most of her friends would see the rubdown as an invite for something a bit more sexual than she was in the mood to go for. Honestly, she was itchy and slightly in pain thanks to the swelling at her wrists giving her grief when she moved her hands. That was the first area that was hit with numbweed and she sighed with relief several minutes later. Now to find someone to help her get the harder to reach areas.
She was debating one of her brothers but F’drel popped into her mind just as easily. Truthfully, he was almost at brother status as well. She knew their friendship wasn’t going into more intimate directions and the way he sometimes tolerated her antics made her feel like a little sister that was being humoured. It was nice in its own way.
That decided, she dressed in a light dress that wouldn’t rub too much on her back, grabbed the jar, and bee-lined to F’drel’s weyr where she knocked and put on her most pathetic pout and whiny voice just as he answered. “Feeeennnn,” she had asked him once what his given name was and he had surprised her by sharing the information. Upon mentioning she liked it and asking if she could call him Fen… actually, she couldn’t recall his response right then. She was too desperate to be rid of the pain and had to stop herself from rubbing her back against the wall. She was certain he said it was fine but whether he did or not, she knew she had decided not to use it regularly in case it inspired others to do so as well and it ended up making him uncomfortable. She felt he was improving on his social skills but it felt like too much familiarity might make him withdraw again.
“I need your hands all over my body. Now,” okay, so she couldn’t resist teasing him despite earlier thoughts about avoiding people she slept with and thinking of F’drel as her brother. It was just too much fun sometimes! Mylorah held up the numbweed as she smiled to show she hadn’t completely lost her mind just yet. “Please?”
