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03.Jun.18, 12:23 AM
“I see.” Misharan said, watching Mylorah steal one of his desserts with a bemused expression. Good thing he got an excessive amount of sweets. Like Mylorah, he had the convenient ability to eat a lot and not really look it. The lucky mix of activity and inheriting it from parents. He frowned at her worry someone had taken it.
“That’s rather mean of whoever it is, isn’t it? Was it that good of a book? Or did someone just feel like being a dick today?” He grabbed something off his plate and taking a bite out of it — couldn’t let Mylo be alone in eating, now could he? Holding the treat in one hand and the plate in the other, he angled it towards Mylorah, offering her more off it if she wanted. Having stuff stolen meant you got extra dessert, those were just the rules. “Even if it was a friend playing a prank, you seem pretty worried about that book. You don’t take actually important shit as part of prank, that’s one of the rules of keeping pranks fun.” Misharan had very specific rules about pranks. He’d grown up with four brothers in a small household after all, there had to be some ground rules or it would have been utter chaos. And one of them was you only fucked with insignificant things, not important shit. Though sometimes people didn’t know something was a big deal when it was. Hmn, maybe that’s what happened? “Did you talk to anyone about the book that would make it a target or might it just have been ‘hey, easy to grab’ kind of thing?” He asked.
He was slightly surprised when she grabbed his arm, the one he was holding the treat in. She had enough good sense not to grab the arm with the plate, but now Misha couldn’t reach up far enough to eat the dessert in his hand. “Could you hand me that? As fond of you as I am, you’re impeding my movement and it’s depriving me of sugar.” He asked, wiggling the dessert around to make his point. He didn’t want Mylorah to let go, he just wanted to finish dessert part one. Also tease her a little, that was always fun.
“Even if I go back I’ll still visit.” Misharan assured his friend, realizing for the first time what going back to Telgar would mean for his friendships. “Okalinth flew not that long ago, so if neither of us Impress here you’ll be by me in a few months anyway. Err, if there’s a gold egg.” He added, momentarily forgetting Telgar didn’t let women Stand without a gold egg. Dumb rule, possibly depriving him of friend time! Some of Mylorah’s wording swirled back into his head, causing a moment of confusion.
“Do you want me to hang out dry and clothed while you take a bath or take a bath with you? I don’t have any of my bath stuff with me.” He tended to bathe late at night, always forgetting to do it earlier in the day, and bringing bathing supplies to dinner had never occurred to him. And since coming to the Weyrs Misharan had gotten a lot more used to the idea of communal baths. Helped that they had springs and massive tubs here, as opposed the the large bucket his family back in Crom had. Not at all conducive to sharing, or even spending more time than absolutely required in them. No wonder dragonriders liked to be clean if they had such nice baths! He did, however, have a fun tidbit for Mylorah.
“Holder life fact for you, Mylo; if we were known to have shared a bath in a Hold our parents would have made us marry. Can you imagine?” He asked her, chuckling a bit. Mylorah was a lovely girl, in both personality and looks, and Misharan was glad he could call her friend, but he had no interest in her of the marriage variety. Or weyrmate variety, as they were in a weyr. Or whatever weyrfolk called casual sexual relationships. In any case, Misha was curious what she might think of that particular Holder tradition. He’d found weyrfolk were not always well educated on just how different life was between Weyr and Hold.
“That’s rather mean of whoever it is, isn’t it? Was it that good of a book? Or did someone just feel like being a dick today?” He grabbed something off his plate and taking a bite out of it — couldn’t let Mylo be alone in eating, now could he? Holding the treat in one hand and the plate in the other, he angled it towards Mylorah, offering her more off it if she wanted. Having stuff stolen meant you got extra dessert, those were just the rules. “Even if it was a friend playing a prank, you seem pretty worried about that book. You don’t take actually important shit as part of prank, that’s one of the rules of keeping pranks fun.” Misharan had very specific rules about pranks. He’d grown up with four brothers in a small household after all, there had to be some ground rules or it would have been utter chaos. And one of them was you only fucked with insignificant things, not important shit. Though sometimes people didn’t know something was a big deal when it was. Hmn, maybe that’s what happened? “Did you talk to anyone about the book that would make it a target or might it just have been ‘hey, easy to grab’ kind of thing?” He asked.
He was slightly surprised when she grabbed his arm, the one he was holding the treat in. She had enough good sense not to grab the arm with the plate, but now Misha couldn’t reach up far enough to eat the dessert in his hand. “Could you hand me that? As fond of you as I am, you’re impeding my movement and it’s depriving me of sugar.” He asked, wiggling the dessert around to make his point. He didn’t want Mylorah to let go, he just wanted to finish dessert part one. Also tease her a little, that was always fun.
“Even if I go back I’ll still visit.” Misharan assured his friend, realizing for the first time what going back to Telgar would mean for his friendships. “Okalinth flew not that long ago, so if neither of us Impress here you’ll be by me in a few months anyway. Err, if there’s a gold egg.” He added, momentarily forgetting Telgar didn’t let women Stand without a gold egg. Dumb rule, possibly depriving him of friend time! Some of Mylorah’s wording swirled back into his head, causing a moment of confusion.
“Do you want me to hang out dry and clothed while you take a bath or take a bath with you? I don’t have any of my bath stuff with me.” He tended to bathe late at night, always forgetting to do it earlier in the day, and bringing bathing supplies to dinner had never occurred to him. And since coming to the Weyrs Misharan had gotten a lot more used to the idea of communal baths. Helped that they had springs and massive tubs here, as opposed the the large bucket his family back in Crom had. Not at all conducive to sharing, or even spending more time than absolutely required in them. No wonder dragonriders liked to be clean if they had such nice baths! He did, however, have a fun tidbit for Mylorah.
“Holder life fact for you, Mylo; if we were known to have shared a bath in a Hold our parents would have made us marry. Can you imagine?” He asked her, chuckling a bit. Mylorah was a lovely girl, in both personality and looks, and Misharan was glad he could call her friend, but he had no interest in her of the marriage variety. Or weyrmate variety, as they were in a weyr. Or whatever weyrfolk called casual sexual relationships. In any case, Misha was curious what she might think of that particular Holder tradition. He’d found weyrfolk were not always well educated on just how different life was between Weyr and Hold.
