07.Oct.18, 03:42 AM
“I mean, who could resist that offer? ‘Help me, I’m pretty and desperate and may not have much time.’ Would probably work on me,” Misha laughed, moving his head to rest on Mylorah. She made a very nice pillow. “You’ll just have to make sure I’m awake then, won’t you? Honestly, I practically sleep through all the early morning Hatchings anyway, it wouldn’t be any difference if I were exhausted from sex. Just gotta hope it’s not obnoxiously early this time. Do baby dragons just really like sunrise or something? I do not get it in the slightest.”
Shaking his head, Misharan turned his focus on Mylorah’s options around Telgar. “Hmn, I don’t exactly have much experience with bronzeriders, but I definitely get that impression from them. Possessive and shit.” He shrugged. “Not ideal for casual sex, though I bet the sex is real intense. As far as people who aren’t T’drin go, hmmm…” Misha pursed his lips, thinking.
“Well, I’m going to assume you know pretty much all of the weyrbrats, and you probably know them better than I do. Uh, of those of us Searched, let’s see…have you met Findalarik yet? Or Ebonmel, he’s fun. Very nice arms, and I know he’s also into women. Oh, or maybe…” Misharan listed a few more names of Candidates Searched in the past few turns he knew. He hadn’t slept with all of them — some of them hadn’t come to terms with liking men yet, and a very small few, tragically, actually didn’t seem to like men — but those he’d slept with he could confirm were good for a romp with no strings, and the others he’d heard the same from others, including some of the gold Candidates. Hopefully, at least one would be new to Mylo and her endless knowledge of weyrfolk.
Shaking his head, Misharan turned his focus on Mylorah’s options around Telgar. “Hmn, I don’t exactly have much experience with bronzeriders, but I definitely get that impression from them. Possessive and shit.” He shrugged. “Not ideal for casual sex, though I bet the sex is real intense. As far as people who aren’t T’drin go, hmmm…” Misha pursed his lips, thinking.
“Well, I’m going to assume you know pretty much all of the weyrbrats, and you probably know them better than I do. Uh, of those of us Searched, let’s see…have you met Findalarik yet? Or Ebonmel, he’s fun. Very nice arms, and I know he’s also into women. Oh, or maybe…” Misharan listed a few more names of Candidates Searched in the past few turns he knew. He hadn’t slept with all of them — some of them hadn’t come to terms with liking men yet, and a very small few, tragically, actually didn’t seem to like men — but those he’d slept with he could confirm were good for a romp with no strings, and the others he’d heard the same from others, including some of the gold Candidates. Hopefully, at least one would be new to Mylo and her endless knowledge of weyrfolk.