01.Sep.19, 02:55 PM
Mylorah was having fun and laughed at N’mor’s sudden enthusiasm when the next song started. She happily followed him back into position, happy to have a partner for a while longer. Then N’mor started singing and she smiled, figuring he wouldn’t sing for long—or that he would be so good! It made sense given his father was a Harper but she’d never heard him sing. Their friends, R’dare and Beckitt, had beautiful voices as well and were more inclined to burst into song but how had none of them known about N’mor? Of course it was N’mor and he let people believe what they wanted about him since it kept people away or learning too much, but she was ready to smack him for this one.
If she hadn’t been having so much fun and so enthralled by the singing.
“Hold me close, sway me more!” Mylorah sang along with a laugh—which covered up the fact she was not as graced in the musical department—and followed the words to sway and move in time with N’mor. She knew he’d likely rather be swaying a lot closer with a certain bluerider and she wouldn’t mind being with someone that the flirting and gyrations would be an invitation for a little more fun later on, but the clean fun on the dance floor was currently enough for her.
As the song ended, Mylorah actually forgot about the professionals and just smiled at N’mor, savouring the last seconds of what she knew was a rare treat—and no doubt one he would deny ever happened if she tried to tell anyone. “Oh, Nem,” she used the nickname that always felt more like T’ryn’s to use but sometimes it just fit with the sentiments she wanted to convey. Leaning in, she kissed him tenderly on the lips and pulled back to continue smiling.
“Thank you. That was wonderful and fun. And! I think you’ve fulfilled your obligation to dance with me now if you want to run away.” She didn’t want to get too sappy over his singing and quickly changed the subject to a more carefree topic that fit their friendship. If he wanted to stay or leave, she’d be fine with it either way.
If she hadn’t been having so much fun and so enthralled by the singing.
“Hold me close, sway me more!” Mylorah sang along with a laugh—which covered up the fact she was not as graced in the musical department—and followed the words to sway and move in time with N’mor. She knew he’d likely rather be swaying a lot closer with a certain bluerider and she wouldn’t mind being with someone that the flirting and gyrations would be an invitation for a little more fun later on, but the clean fun on the dance floor was currently enough for her.
As the song ended, Mylorah actually forgot about the professionals and just smiled at N’mor, savouring the last seconds of what she knew was a rare treat—and no doubt one he would deny ever happened if she tried to tell anyone. “Oh, Nem,” she used the nickname that always felt more like T’ryn’s to use but sometimes it just fit with the sentiments she wanted to convey. Leaning in, she kissed him tenderly on the lips and pulled back to continue smiling.
“Thank you. That was wonderful and fun. And! I think you’ve fulfilled your obligation to dance with me now if you want to run away.” She didn’t want to get too sappy over his singing and quickly changed the subject to a more carefree topic that fit their friendship. If he wanted to stay or leave, she’d be fine with it either way.