02.Sep.19, 07:39 PM
“Nah, they were fine,” Tazikel assured her with a shake of his head, “T’ryn fielded most of the questions for me, anyway. Nice man, your brother. I’m sure the others are nice too, but I didn’t speak to them as much,” he shrugged, then smiled appreciatively at Mylorah’s twirl. “Lovely,” he told her, and he meant it.
He’d wondered if showing him around had only been an excuse to leave the rest of her family and get him to her room (he wouldn’t have complained if it was), but from her question it sounded like she did intend to give him something of a tour of the Weyr. “Ah, nowhere in particular,” he admitted, “I’ve never been beyond the bounds of a Hatching before, so you’ve already shown me more than I’ve ever seen of a Weyr. I’m not even sure what there is to see, honestly.” Tazikel tilted his head, considering.
“I have to ask though, is inviting a strange man to your bedroom in front of your father a common occurrence at Weyrs, or is that a you thing?” Tazikel asked, genuinely curious. He’d believe either. Weyrs sounded like the kind of place such openness was normal, though Mylorah with her vivacious personality could get away with it even if it weren’t. Maybe it was a family trait, even.
He’d wondered if showing him around had only been an excuse to leave the rest of her family and get him to her room (he wouldn’t have complained if it was), but from her question it sounded like she did intend to give him something of a tour of the Weyr. “Ah, nowhere in particular,” he admitted, “I’ve never been beyond the bounds of a Hatching before, so you’ve already shown me more than I’ve ever seen of a Weyr. I’m not even sure what there is to see, honestly.” Tazikel tilted his head, considering.
“I have to ask though, is inviting a strange man to your bedroom in front of your father a common occurrence at Weyrs, or is that a you thing?” Tazikel asked, genuinely curious. He’d believe either. Weyrs sounded like the kind of place such openness was normal, though Mylorah with her vivacious personality could get away with it even if it weren’t. Maybe it was a family trait, even.