06.Aug.18, 05:57 AM
Mylorah wasn't quite sure what was meant by her being a lot like her father. He didn't know about her -- which was surprising, honestly, given how she wasn't exactly discreet in sharing that information with friends -- so she only knew what the rest of the Weyr knew about him and what her brothers shared from when they spent time with him. She knew she inherited his flirty gene and everyone always raved about how nice he was to everyone he met, which she liked to think she was as well. But neither of those things really went with the current conversation and Mylorah frowned at N'mor as she wondered about R'nd teasing the bronzerider about his preferences as well.
His reply about her guess of the table grabbed her attention away from the puzzle that had been laid out before her and she giggled at the idea of being someone's feast before a blush started blooming on her cheeks. She wouldn't mind being a meal for some of the men roaming about the Weyrs but at the same time, lying naked with fruit and sauces covering her almost seemed more exposing than nudity. Since she hadn't decided what she thought of the idea, N'mor received a very eloquent reply of a tongue sticking out at him.
Of course he likely missed it since his attention had been drawn to the couch with her guess that she was sticking with. She gawked for a moment at the answer as she couldn't tell if he was serious or messing with her. It was N'mor so it could go either way. In the end, she decided that he said it too innocently so it was true. "No way!" She still shouted, a bit surprised that he answered her when she had only been messing around to begin with. "But noted. I'll stick with this chair, assuming you haven't broken in all of your furniture with him."
Since N'mor was willing to chat now, Mylorah's wicked grin returned as she found her footing in the conversation again and tried to tease N'mor once more. After all, he had thrown her for a loop a few times, he deserved it! "What's his weyr like? Is that where you discovered your love of couches? Maybe you switch it up and... outdoors! I'm sure Telgar --I think that's where he is -- has charming forests for you to frolic in." The mere image of N'mor frolicking, merrily skipping through a forest, or any terrain, had Mylorah biting her lower lip to keep from laughing hysterically.
His reply about her guess of the table grabbed her attention away from the puzzle that had been laid out before her and she giggled at the idea of being someone's feast before a blush started blooming on her cheeks. She wouldn't mind being a meal for some of the men roaming about the Weyrs but at the same time, lying naked with fruit and sauces covering her almost seemed more exposing than nudity. Since she hadn't decided what she thought of the idea, N'mor received a very eloquent reply of a tongue sticking out at him.
Of course he likely missed it since his attention had been drawn to the couch with her guess that she was sticking with. She gawked for a moment at the answer as she couldn't tell if he was serious or messing with her. It was N'mor so it could go either way. In the end, she decided that he said it too innocently so it was true. "No way!" She still shouted, a bit surprised that he answered her when she had only been messing around to begin with. "But noted. I'll stick with this chair, assuming you haven't broken in all of your furniture with him."
Since N'mor was willing to chat now, Mylorah's wicked grin returned as she found her footing in the conversation again and tried to tease N'mor once more. After all, he had thrown her for a loop a few times, he deserved it! "What's his weyr like? Is that where you discovered your love of couches? Maybe you switch it up and... outdoors! I'm sure Telgar --I think that's where he is -- has charming forests for you to frolic in." The mere image of N'mor frolicking, merrily skipping through a forest, or any terrain, had Mylorah biting her lower lip to keep from laughing hysterically.