13.May.19, 03:06 AM
"You'd be surprised," Mylorah replied as she slipped inside, grateful that F'drel had clearly already had enough klah to realise she was teasing and still let her in. "Truthfully, with a lot of guys around here, you don't even need to say that much." Some of the Weyr's occupants only need a 'you, me' and pointing to somewhere vague to get the picture. She tried to avoid such tactics, though with some of her friends she'd do it just because they both knew how silly it was and they were almost mocking those that did do it.
"Anyway, what I did was have a lovely day with Misharan that involved getting away from the Weyrs and lazing in a field... and found a patch of what's it called. Honestly, how did I grow up in a jungle and live to tell you all about it?" Several friends' voices popped into her head telling her she was ditzy at times and how they always joked she was the reason for the buddy system when wandering a few feet from Katila's borders. She always scowled, and eventually laughed at them, but they weren't wrong. She'd probably walk right into the mouth of a feline if she didn't have someone else walking with her.
A glance around F'drel's bare weyr made her once again want to buy him something to brighten the place up but she had learned he didn't seem to have an attachment to anything that didn't serve a purpose so she supposed anything decorative would be viewed as a waste or inconvenience. Still, he needed at least another chair so he could entertain more than one person at a time. Then again, Mylorah knew he'd hate that as well because then it would be an invite for more people to visit. She loved F'drel just the way he was but she still hoped he was never lonely.
After quickly debating lying in his bed, Mylorah dashed away that idea and took the chair from the dining table, spun it around, and straddled it backwards. She shimmied out of the straps of her dress and delicately held the dress up with a hand on her chest. Her back was exposed and the invite clear; please slather my back in that glorious numbweed!
"Anyway, what I did was have a lovely day with Misharan that involved getting away from the Weyrs and lazing in a field... and found a patch of what's it called. Honestly, how did I grow up in a jungle and live to tell you all about it?" Several friends' voices popped into her head telling her she was ditzy at times and how they always joked she was the reason for the buddy system when wandering a few feet from Katila's borders. She always scowled, and eventually laughed at them, but they weren't wrong. She'd probably walk right into the mouth of a feline if she didn't have someone else walking with her.
A glance around F'drel's bare weyr made her once again want to buy him something to brighten the place up but she had learned he didn't seem to have an attachment to anything that didn't serve a purpose so she supposed anything decorative would be viewed as a waste or inconvenience. Still, he needed at least another chair so he could entertain more than one person at a time. Then again, Mylorah knew he'd hate that as well because then it would be an invite for more people to visit. She loved F'drel just the way he was but she still hoped he was never lonely.
After quickly debating lying in his bed, Mylorah dashed away that idea and took the chair from the dining table, spun it around, and straddled it backwards. She shimmied out of the straps of her dress and delicately held the dress up with a hand on her chest. Her back was exposed and the invite clear; please slather my back in that glorious numbweed!