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22.Jul.19, 03:40 PM
“The Harpers will write ballads about us,” Misharan nodded seriously. He broke into a grin at the some moment Mylorah started laughing, and made an exaggerated face at her when she stuck out her tongue. “You never know, maybe you’ll Impress at Telgar. Or we’ll both Impress at Fort!” Misha laughed, winking at her. “Either place, I’m sure you’ll find ways to stay warm in our cold, cold winters.”
He grabbed her hands again when she graciously returned to him, moving their joined hands back and forth along with the music as they picked the conversation back up. “I’ll have to go on an adventure to find him, then. Track the elusive Kordiavis and entice him into hugs.” Really, Misharan would be all for more than hugs, but they were all trying to be good and not completely scandalous today, as tragic as that was.
When the song ended, Misharan again applauded with Mylorah, and he would have continued on to the next song but Mylorah seemed to be ready for a break, fanning herself and breathing heavily. She had been dancing quite a while, from what Misha could tell, and as fun as dancing was it was also tiring.
“Technically, neither of you need to convince me of anything, I’ll be in Ista within a week for the Hatching,” Misha teased, though they both knew that wasn’t going to be a permanent arrangement. Unless he happened to Impress, in which case he’d be stuck in Ista for a while, if not stay there permanently. Oh, he should ask Kordi if his Candidate room had an open bed, he could stay there for the Hatching. That would be fun.
“Hmn, I suppose Ista has one and a half of those Cs. There are cookies, they just aren’t baked by a very talented greenrider. An unfortunate flaw. And it does have that third one.” He laughed, knowing anyone who overheard would be very confused, considering they’d just talked about how Ista wasn’t cold enough. The secret third C.
Misha gave Mylo a quick kiss on the forehead, thanking her for the excellent dances and her marvelous presence. “You’ve earned a nice break, you’ve out-danced everyone else here. Maybe I’ll run into you later, we’ll see how the evening progresses. I promise I will tell you absolutely everything, and I’ll want all your stories too,” he said, knowing Mylorah was guaranteed to get a number of excellent new stories before the night was done. “Cheers, dear, I have a Kordi to find.” Misharan waved farewell to her, then looked around the area, trying to decide which direction he was most likely to find his favorite reluctantly social Candidate.
He grabbed her hands again when she graciously returned to him, moving their joined hands back and forth along with the music as they picked the conversation back up. “I’ll have to go on an adventure to find him, then. Track the elusive Kordiavis and entice him into hugs.” Really, Misharan would be all for more than hugs, but they were all trying to be good and not completely scandalous today, as tragic as that was.
When the song ended, Misharan again applauded with Mylorah, and he would have continued on to the next song but Mylorah seemed to be ready for a break, fanning herself and breathing heavily. She had been dancing quite a while, from what Misha could tell, and as fun as dancing was it was also tiring.
“Technically, neither of you need to convince me of anything, I’ll be in Ista within a week for the Hatching,” Misha teased, though they both knew that wasn’t going to be a permanent arrangement. Unless he happened to Impress, in which case he’d be stuck in Ista for a while, if not stay there permanently. Oh, he should ask Kordi if his Candidate room had an open bed, he could stay there for the Hatching. That would be fun.
“Hmn, I suppose Ista has one and a half of those Cs. There are cookies, they just aren’t baked by a very talented greenrider. An unfortunate flaw. And it does have that third one.” He laughed, knowing anyone who overheard would be very confused, considering they’d just talked about how Ista wasn’t cold enough. The secret third C.
Misha gave Mylo a quick kiss on the forehead, thanking her for the excellent dances and her marvelous presence. “You’ve earned a nice break, you’ve out-danced everyone else here. Maybe I’ll run into you later, we’ll see how the evening progresses. I promise I will tell you absolutely everything, and I’ll want all your stories too,” he said, knowing Mylorah was guaranteed to get a number of excellent new stories before the night was done. “Cheers, dear, I have a Kordi to find.” Misharan waved farewell to her, then looked around the area, trying to decide which direction he was most likely to find his favorite reluctantly social Candidate.
