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31.Jan.19, 02:33 AM
Misha still could not believe this cake. It took three days to make? And C’dhin said it was ‘only’ three days as if he routinely made things that took more than three days. Someone should make C’dhin a fucking Master, that shit took dedication. And anyone who said that cake wasn’t a masterpiece clearly had no eyes. He told C’dhin as much as he gratefully took the glass of wine from him. Was it weird that he didn’t usually drink wine from glasses? He didn’t have any glasses, and most Candidates didn’t either so they’d all just drink right from the bottle. Made this whole party thing even fancier than usual — as if the cake hadn’t done that enough already.
He cheered when Mylorah showed up, responding to her greeting with his own silly nickname for her, and enthusiastically hugged her back, giving her a kiss on the cheek as well. Misha kept his arm loosely wrapped around her, not letting her escape the hug just yet. It was nice to gush about the cake with her, and hear her excitement about her own part in making it — Misha was sure to compliment her cake decorating handiwork. The information about little sticks in the layers was fascinating. He’d never have thought of it, but it was super clever. If he’d been making the cake, he would’ve just stacked them and then cried when it collapsed or fell over. It’d be fun knowing it though, especially since he agreed to keep it secret — knowing more than other people was half the fun of knowing things, sometimes.
“Nothing much you haven’t heard of. All this party stuff, obviously,” Misha gestured at the cake and the room around them with the hand holding the wine glass, pausing to tip his glass towards C’dhin in acknowledgment of the greenrider’s role in current events. “Uh, I’m twenty-three now, hurrah? Got a couple notes from people. Nerreh sent one, regrets she couldn’t come, and promised ‘a gift or whatever’ next time I’m in Ista, so I suppose I’ll have to collect on that. One of my brothers sent a letter too, which I should probably respond to. Not today, though, perhaps tomorrow after I’ve recovered from partying.” It’s not like Misharan was planning on getting wasted or anything, but he doubted he’d want to wake up earlier than he had too after lots of cake, friends, some drinking, and whatever else they all got up to. Misha shook his head, then leaned it agains Mylorah’s.
“Other than that, not much at all, Mymy. Any people you think I should go pester for birthday presents?” he asked with a laugh, offering the glass of wine to her with a wink.
He cheered when Mylorah showed up, responding to her greeting with his own silly nickname for her, and enthusiastically hugged her back, giving her a kiss on the cheek as well. Misha kept his arm loosely wrapped around her, not letting her escape the hug just yet. It was nice to gush about the cake with her, and hear her excitement about her own part in making it — Misha was sure to compliment her cake decorating handiwork. The information about little sticks in the layers was fascinating. He’d never have thought of it, but it was super clever. If he’d been making the cake, he would’ve just stacked them and then cried when it collapsed or fell over. It’d be fun knowing it though, especially since he agreed to keep it secret — knowing more than other people was half the fun of knowing things, sometimes.
“Nothing much you haven’t heard of. All this party stuff, obviously,” Misha gestured at the cake and the room around them with the hand holding the wine glass, pausing to tip his glass towards C’dhin in acknowledgment of the greenrider’s role in current events. “Uh, I’m twenty-three now, hurrah? Got a couple notes from people. Nerreh sent one, regrets she couldn’t come, and promised ‘a gift or whatever’ next time I’m in Ista, so I suppose I’ll have to collect on that. One of my brothers sent a letter too, which I should probably respond to. Not today, though, perhaps tomorrow after I’ve recovered from partying.” It’s not like Misharan was planning on getting wasted or anything, but he doubted he’d want to wake up earlier than he had too after lots of cake, friends, some drinking, and whatever else they all got up to. Misha shook his head, then leaned it agains Mylorah’s.
“Other than that, not much at all, Mymy. Any people you think I should go pester for birthday presents?” he asked with a laugh, offering the glass of wine to her with a wink.
