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06.Jun.18, 01:58 AM
Misharan gratefully accepted the treat, thanking Mylorah through the mouthful of food. He then realized that he still had no hands and couldn’t take a bite out of the thing without dropping the rest of it. Damnit. He managed to use his teeth and tongue to move the entire treat in his mouth so he could eat it without any falling on the floor, though it took a bit of concentration. Misha would have cheered in success if he could actually open his mouth. He listened to Mylorah and nodded along with what she said until he managed to eat enough of the dessert to actually speak.
“We’ll make it work.” He said with a shrug, following along beside Mylorah. “And flowers are manly as fuck, I’ll have you know.” Well, no, they weren’t, really, but Misha didn’t care about that sort of thing very much anymore. He’d had enough of it in the Hold and decided to just do whatever he wanted now. And smelling like flowers sounded nice enough.
Her sudden stop almost made him trip, but Misharan kept his footing and grinned at the stunned face of his friend. “Really. Well, some of them anyway. Can’t speak for every holder and every Hold, I suppose, but if my father or grandfather had caught me in any sort of undress with an unmarried girl we’d be wed within three days. I’ve seen it happen though, a friend of mine got caught kissing a boy and they were married by the end of the week. And here no one marries! Quite the difference moving from one to the other, let me tell you.” He said, deeply entertained by her skepticism. It was bizarre, when you thought about it, especially if you were used to weyrlife. “Not a bad idea though, I think I might actually survive being married to you.” Misha teased, gently shoving her with the shoulder of the arm she held as they started walking again. The bathing room Mylo lead him to was not one he’d been to before, though considering he didn’t live in Ista and just went to the big one by the Candidate barracks, that wasn’t surprising.
“Yeah, that does sound important.” Misharan frowned, thinking over the description of the book Mylorah gave. “Maybe they walked by, saw their book and took it themselves. Who knows.” He shrugged, picking up on Mylorah being done with the topic and not wanting to worry about things in the bath. Though really, Misha felt it was difficult to be worried in the bath. Baths were too nice to be stressed in. He quickly shed his clothes and tossed them into a corner where they should be dry and climbed into the bath, careful not to slip on the puddles around the edged — he’d learned to watch for those the hard way — and waited for Mylorah, doing the vaguely polite, vaguely awkward stare in the opposite direction while someone undressed.
“We’ll make it work.” He said with a shrug, following along beside Mylorah. “And flowers are manly as fuck, I’ll have you know.” Well, no, they weren’t, really, but Misha didn’t care about that sort of thing very much anymore. He’d had enough of it in the Hold and decided to just do whatever he wanted now. And smelling like flowers sounded nice enough.
Her sudden stop almost made him trip, but Misharan kept his footing and grinned at the stunned face of his friend. “Really. Well, some of them anyway. Can’t speak for every holder and every Hold, I suppose, but if my father or grandfather had caught me in any sort of undress with an unmarried girl we’d be wed within three days. I’ve seen it happen though, a friend of mine got caught kissing a boy and they were married by the end of the week. And here no one marries! Quite the difference moving from one to the other, let me tell you.” He said, deeply entertained by her skepticism. It was bizarre, when you thought about it, especially if you were used to weyrlife. “Not a bad idea though, I think I might actually survive being married to you.” Misha teased, gently shoving her with the shoulder of the arm she held as they started walking again. The bathing room Mylo lead him to was not one he’d been to before, though considering he didn’t live in Ista and just went to the big one by the Candidate barracks, that wasn’t surprising.
“Yeah, that does sound important.” Misharan frowned, thinking over the description of the book Mylorah gave. “Maybe they walked by, saw their book and took it themselves. Who knows.” He shrugged, picking up on Mylorah being done with the topic and not wanting to worry about things in the bath. Though really, Misha felt it was difficult to be worried in the bath. Baths were too nice to be stressed in. He quickly shed his clothes and tossed them into a corner where they should be dry and climbed into the bath, careful not to slip on the puddles around the edged — he’d learned to watch for those the hard way — and waited for Mylorah, doing the vaguely polite, vaguely awkward stare in the opposite direction while someone undressed.
