19.Jul.19, 10:13 PM
Mylorah had just had a wonderful time with a friend, eating too many sweets and having a couple of drinks—mostly water for her given all her activities of the day—while lounging under a tree and chatting. It was fun and refreshing to have that downtime but now she was ready for more dancing and simply appreciating the Harpers. Some of the time on the floor saw her standing and clapping along to a tune that was more to be enjoyed by listening and maybe a bit of swaying than actually going all out and when some of the men took their own breaks, she managed to slink in close and ask them about their instruments and life as a Harper. It was all so fascinating! Though she continued to laugh and shake her head in the negative when asked if she sang or played anything. She didn’t want to make their ears bleed!
On her way back, she spotted a certain bronzerider that she was beginning to think wasn’t going to show at all. Or, more likely, he was purposely dodging her if he spotted her first since he knew she’d drag him into whatever she was up to. And he was right! Mylorah hummed along with the tune that was being played over at the square as she skipped up behind N’mor. A tap to his right shoulder was given—a bit unfair of her since that was his missing arm so he couldn’t swing it wildly at her—as she danced over to his left and grinned mischievously at him.
“N’mor, my darling! I was beginning to think you would stand me up,” she gave him a pout though her eyes still gleaned with the trouble she was brewing. “You owe me at least three dances for that, love.” They both knew they didn’t have any plans together and she knew she had been pulling random people in to dance with her when she was tired of being the only one twirling around the floor. But none of that mattered as she had a chance to spend time with another friend and one that was practically a brother. She had so many actual brothers yet she seemed to collect fake ones as well in the form of F’drel, N’mor, and now even Z’rin was part of the family.
“Tell me you’re sorry and then tell me about your day. Where’s Z’rin?” She looked around for the bluerider as she tugged on N’mor’s hand to get him to follow her, which he surprisingly did. She had no issues with the boys in her life humouring her even though she wondered what she would owe N’mor. Maybe playing his date for the rest of the day so he’d be the respectable bronzerider Holders wanted to believe he was. She would deserve that for already calling him with affectionate names.
On her way back, she spotted a certain bronzerider that she was beginning to think wasn’t going to show at all. Or, more likely, he was purposely dodging her if he spotted her first since he knew she’d drag him into whatever she was up to. And he was right! Mylorah hummed along with the tune that was being played over at the square as she skipped up behind N’mor. A tap to his right shoulder was given—a bit unfair of her since that was his missing arm so he couldn’t swing it wildly at her—as she danced over to his left and grinned mischievously at him.
“N’mor, my darling! I was beginning to think you would stand me up,” she gave him a pout though her eyes still gleaned with the trouble she was brewing. “You owe me at least three dances for that, love.” They both knew they didn’t have any plans together and she knew she had been pulling random people in to dance with her when she was tired of being the only one twirling around the floor. But none of that mattered as she had a chance to spend time with another friend and one that was practically a brother. She had so many actual brothers yet she seemed to collect fake ones as well in the form of F’drel, N’mor, and now even Z’rin was part of the family.
“Tell me you’re sorry and then tell me about your day. Where’s Z’rin?” She looked around for the bluerider as she tugged on N’mor’s hand to get him to follow her, which he surprisingly did. She had no issues with the boys in her life humouring her even though she wondered what she would owe N’mor. Maybe playing his date for the rest of the day so he’d be the respectable bronzerider Holders wanted to believe he was. She would deserve that for already calling him with affectionate names.