29.May.20, 07:11 AM
Mylorah was once again the Lady of the dance floor and not much was stopping her from enjoying it. She had danced with Tazikel, by herself, or with strangers when her Sir Tazicurls needed a break or went to socialize with someone he knew. But he had also insisted she get some breaks in, like now, where they had just come from a hydration station where she had admittedly gulped down her water.
They were now walking around the stalls, her attention more on her companion as Tazikel teased her with other forms of dancing they could be doing. "Oh my! Sir Tazicurls, have I really been that bad of an influence on you?" Mylorah giggled as she feigned shock at his disguised teasings. "I'm supposed to be the one trying to convince you to leave the Gather early, you know." She was the wild and immoral Weyr girl, after all. Then again, while she vividly remembered the night they met, she couldn't recall whose idea it was to leave the dance floor and find his tent. No, she was pretty sure he suggested the tent and she let things remain civil for all of five minutes before jumping him. That sounded about right.
And then someone was bumping into her hard enough to send her staggering back a couple of steps before catching her balance with the help of Tazikel's arm around her. She was readying herself with a snarky comment if the jerk was rude in his own reply or said nothing at all when she glanced up into gorgeous and concerned brown eyes. Her comment left her as he issued apologies and then she was smiling along with him as he quickly veered into flirting.
As he kissed her hand she started laughing and looked over to Tazikel. "He's a lordling, isn't he?" His speech was very flowery and even though he wasn't as dressed up as others she had met over the months, she was getting better at recognizing a finally made shirt upon sight.
"Do you know him?" As the man said Tazikel's name, she giggled and shrugged, "I guess that answers that. Are you going to do your fancy introductions?" Mylorah had a love-hate relationship with those. They were kind of amusing and Tazikel even made her sound important with all the words he tacked onto her name but she knew she'd never remember everyone's titles and positions.
They were now walking around the stalls, her attention more on her companion as Tazikel teased her with other forms of dancing they could be doing. "Oh my! Sir Tazicurls, have I really been that bad of an influence on you?" Mylorah giggled as she feigned shock at his disguised teasings. "I'm supposed to be the one trying to convince you to leave the Gather early, you know." She was the wild and immoral Weyr girl, after all. Then again, while she vividly remembered the night they met, she couldn't recall whose idea it was to leave the dance floor and find his tent. No, she was pretty sure he suggested the tent and she let things remain civil for all of five minutes before jumping him. That sounded about right.
And then someone was bumping into her hard enough to send her staggering back a couple of steps before catching her balance with the help of Tazikel's arm around her. She was readying herself with a snarky comment if the jerk was rude in his own reply or said nothing at all when she glanced up into gorgeous and concerned brown eyes. Her comment left her as he issued apologies and then she was smiling along with him as he quickly veered into flirting.
As he kissed her hand she started laughing and looked over to Tazikel. "He's a lordling, isn't he?" His speech was very flowery and even though he wasn't as dressed up as others she had met over the months, she was getting better at recognizing a finally made shirt upon sight.
"Do you know him?" As the man said Tazikel's name, she giggled and shrugged, "I guess that answers that. Are you going to do your fancy introductions?" Mylorah had a love-hate relationship with those. They were kind of amusing and Tazikel even made her sound important with all the words he tacked onto her name but she knew she'd never remember everyone's titles and positions.