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10.Jun.18, 03:14 AM
“Oh dear, clothing optional? However will I manage, I’m so shy about being unclothed around others.” Misharan deadpanned, sticking his tongue out at Mylorah. Despite the prudishness of his Holder upbringing (though he was sure at least some of it was just his specific family, it was overall a Holder thing in general), Misharan had very quickly gotten used to being naked around other people. Shared baths and barracks would do that to you. And on a list of people who would be fun to optionally wear clothes around, R’vi was fairly high on the list. Even if visiting the bluerider was nothing more than a visit to say hello, it would likely be a good time
He nodded at her promise to give him all the details, appreciating the thought. “Good. I expect nothing less, you know. I will give you the sordid details as well, if you wish for them.” All those turns of not sharing anything with people made him very loose with personal information these days, and Misharan had very little shame around friends. Misharan watched Mylorah wash her hair for a moment, rather fascinated by the process. He’d always had short hair, and didn’t put too much effort into it. Just scrubbed a little soapsand in it quickly and dunked his head in the water. Not… whatever Mylorah was doing that seemed methodical and well thought out and made Misharan very glad his hair didn’t require that sort of work.
“Hmn, fair enough. I bet those goldrider beds are comfy. Makes sense to me, I just remember two of my brothers going at it a bit cause one of them started looking at a girl the other one used to have a thing for.” Misharan shrugged and started his complex hair washing process of dumping a handful of soapsand on his head and ruffling his hair for a bit. “It always seemed silly to me, so maybe it was just a them thing.” Satisfied that the soapsand was sufficiently scrubbed in, Misha dunked his head underwater, shook it there for a moment, then pulled his head back up, pushing his hair back with a hand to keep water from dripping into his eyes.
He paused thoughtfully for a moment, considering what she said about Siroll. “It’s probably still worth pursuing, just maybe be extra clear about what you’re looking for? He might be perfectly happy with just a fling too, you never know. He could’ve been waiting turns for the opportunity, depending on what things were like where he’s from. I know I was.” Misharan said, reaching again for the soapsand. Being interested in men in Crom had been… interesting, considering all he ever heard were subdued, scandalized whispers and derogatory comments. Being somewhere he could openly be interested in men and act on that interest was like walking from a dark mine shaft into direct sunlight. He knew there were other Candidates and riders here with similar experiences, and Misharan knew women interested in anyone had similar experiences when it came to sex and the Weyrs. He figured maybe it wasn’t much different for men interested in women, just… maybe less desperate.
“And yeah, you’d be a pretty shit holder, but I was also a pretty shit holder, so whatever. They don’t have dragons and they have much less fun, from my experience. Why would we want to be like that.” Misharan nodded once, emphasizing his point. His childhood hadn’t been horrible, and he tended to view the Hold more harshly than strictly necessary, but he had always felt restricted there, closed in. One of his brother’s described being in a mineshaft with poor air quality once, how it pressed in on your chest. Misharan felt like that almost all the time, and couldn’t get away from it nearly as easily. He honestly had no idea how his life might have gone if he hadn’t been Searched, and Misharan never wanted to find out. Even if he never Impressed a dragon, he was never going back. He could be some dragonrider’s mate and it would be great. Lost in thought, he washed quietly for a moment before hitting an interesting thought.
“Hey Mylo, how many people do you suppose think we’re a thing? Or that we’re banging, at least.”
He nodded at her promise to give him all the details, appreciating the thought. “Good. I expect nothing less, you know. I will give you the sordid details as well, if you wish for them.” All those turns of not sharing anything with people made him very loose with personal information these days, and Misharan had very little shame around friends. Misharan watched Mylorah wash her hair for a moment, rather fascinated by the process. He’d always had short hair, and didn’t put too much effort into it. Just scrubbed a little soapsand in it quickly and dunked his head in the water. Not… whatever Mylorah was doing that seemed methodical and well thought out and made Misharan very glad his hair didn’t require that sort of work.
“Hmn, fair enough. I bet those goldrider beds are comfy. Makes sense to me, I just remember two of my brothers going at it a bit cause one of them started looking at a girl the other one used to have a thing for.” Misharan shrugged and started his complex hair washing process of dumping a handful of soapsand on his head and ruffling his hair for a bit. “It always seemed silly to me, so maybe it was just a them thing.” Satisfied that the soapsand was sufficiently scrubbed in, Misha dunked his head underwater, shook it there for a moment, then pulled his head back up, pushing his hair back with a hand to keep water from dripping into his eyes.
He paused thoughtfully for a moment, considering what she said about Siroll. “It’s probably still worth pursuing, just maybe be extra clear about what you’re looking for? He might be perfectly happy with just a fling too, you never know. He could’ve been waiting turns for the opportunity, depending on what things were like where he’s from. I know I was.” Misharan said, reaching again for the soapsand. Being interested in men in Crom had been… interesting, considering all he ever heard were subdued, scandalized whispers and derogatory comments. Being somewhere he could openly be interested in men and act on that interest was like walking from a dark mine shaft into direct sunlight. He knew there were other Candidates and riders here with similar experiences, and Misharan knew women interested in anyone had similar experiences when it came to sex and the Weyrs. He figured maybe it wasn’t much different for men interested in women, just… maybe less desperate.
“And yeah, you’d be a pretty shit holder, but I was also a pretty shit holder, so whatever. They don’t have dragons and they have much less fun, from my experience. Why would we want to be like that.” Misharan nodded once, emphasizing his point. His childhood hadn’t been horrible, and he tended to view the Hold more harshly than strictly necessary, but he had always felt restricted there, closed in. One of his brother’s described being in a mineshaft with poor air quality once, how it pressed in on your chest. Misharan felt like that almost all the time, and couldn’t get away from it nearly as easily. He honestly had no idea how his life might have gone if he hadn’t been Searched, and Misharan never wanted to find out. Even if he never Impressed a dragon, he was never going back. He could be some dragonrider’s mate and it would be great. Lost in thought, he washed quietly for a moment before hitting an interesting thought.
“Hey Mylo, how many people do you suppose think we’re a thing? Or that we’re banging, at least.”
