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19.Jul.19, 02:39 PM
Misharan did eventually leave C’dhin to his own devices for a while. Ceiry had decided she wanted to spend some time with her dad (Misha suspected it was at least partially a ploy to get more gifts out if it, but he totally would do the same), and Misharan had decided that was his cue to step out for a while and bug someone else.
He’d integrated himself with a group of Candidates who were wandering around, the Searched ones showing the fascinated ‘brats among them all the weird Holder things. Lots of outlandish stories were being told about Hold life, and Misha couldn’t resist joining in, seeing what they could get the Weyrbrats to believe (the answer was a lot, apparently, thought some of them were more skeptical).
They were passing an open area that had been set aside for dancing, a small wooden stage set up for Harpers at one end and a large area full of tables and chairs where people could sit down and eat all the food the bought or just sit and hang out right next to it, when Misharan heard a familiar voice call out for him. Seconds later he was hugging his best friend, picking her up with the hug just a little. “Mymy!” he said fondly, letting her drag him wherever she wanted with no resistance. He let his hands drop to her waist in the general form for dancing, though he let her lead, following with her as she spun around the dance floor. It didn’t take long to give her the rundown of his day so far, and of course asked after details of her own. As easy as it was to get between Weyrs, when there was no rapidly approaching Hatching that had them both in the same Weyr, he didn’t see Mylorah near often enough. It was a great tragedy, really, and Misharan had more than once considered transferring to Ista properly, even if he did have a couple very good reasons to stay in Telgar.
He’d integrated himself with a group of Candidates who were wandering around, the Searched ones showing the fascinated ‘brats among them all the weird Holder things. Lots of outlandish stories were being told about Hold life, and Misha couldn’t resist joining in, seeing what they could get the Weyrbrats to believe (the answer was a lot, apparently, thought some of them were more skeptical).
They were passing an open area that had been set aside for dancing, a small wooden stage set up for Harpers at one end and a large area full of tables and chairs where people could sit down and eat all the food the bought or just sit and hang out right next to it, when Misharan heard a familiar voice call out for him. Seconds later he was hugging his best friend, picking her up with the hug just a little. “Mymy!” he said fondly, letting her drag him wherever she wanted with no resistance. He let his hands drop to her waist in the general form for dancing, though he let her lead, following with her as she spun around the dance floor. It didn’t take long to give her the rundown of his day so far, and of course asked after details of her own. As easy as it was to get between Weyrs, when there was no rapidly approaching Hatching that had them both in the same Weyr, he didn’t see Mylorah near often enough. It was a great tragedy, really, and Misharan had more than once considered transferring to Ista properly, even if he did have a couple very good reasons to stay in Telgar.
