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19.May.19, 03:32 PM
Mylorah was torn between laughing and pouting at the logic F’drel used to counter her teasing. She couldn’t even say he wasn’t any fun because that was part of his charm. He also had a very dry and sometimes twisted sense of humour that she had to wonder if anyone else noticed. No doubt some people thought he was just snooty or rude but there had to be others who appreciated it. R’dal likely did since he saw everyone in his own way.
“First, thank you for very clearly stating I am much smaller than your dragon. Even my confidence can be shaken by the wrong word from the right person,” not that she’d ever think even one of her brothers calling her as fat as a dragon would upset her. She’d likely even laugh it off; unless N’mor said then the boy would probably receive a punch to his arm with an eye roll.
“But you’re right. Thanks for ruining my teasing with your sensibility. I actually didn’t even think about all you dragonriders having good hands for massages because of the constant oilings you give your dragons.” She switched hands that held up the front of her dress so the now free hand could give a light scratch to an itch on her leg. “And we already discussed how most other men would try to make a move if I asked them to do this but you’re too noble to do so even if it was invited.” Honestly, Mylorah couldn’t imagine F’drel taking anyone up on their offers, even if she at one point may have hoped he would make an advance on her.
“And what would you do if I suddenly dropped my dress in obvious invitation?” Another glance was given over her shoulder as she posed the question and as much as she knew F’drel would see she was up to something again, Mylorah just couldn’t put all of her efforts into it and shook her head with a sigh, “I already know the answer. You’re a good man, F’drel. I’m glad I kept pestering you until you gave in.” She flashed him a smile and turned back to take full advantage of the massage. She was pretty sure he had covered her entire back and some areas were starting to numb, but she’d let him continue as long as he wanted. She deserved a little spoiling and knew she’d return the gesture or bake him klah-flavoured cookies.
“First, thank you for very clearly stating I am much smaller than your dragon. Even my confidence can be shaken by the wrong word from the right person,” not that she’d ever think even one of her brothers calling her as fat as a dragon would upset her. She’d likely even laugh it off; unless N’mor said then the boy would probably receive a punch to his arm with an eye roll.
“But you’re right. Thanks for ruining my teasing with your sensibility. I actually didn’t even think about all you dragonriders having good hands for massages because of the constant oilings you give your dragons.” She switched hands that held up the front of her dress so the now free hand could give a light scratch to an itch on her leg. “And we already discussed how most other men would try to make a move if I asked them to do this but you’re too noble to do so even if it was invited.” Honestly, Mylorah couldn’t imagine F’drel taking anyone up on their offers, even if she at one point may have hoped he would make an advance on her.
“And what would you do if I suddenly dropped my dress in obvious invitation?” Another glance was given over her shoulder as she posed the question and as much as she knew F’drel would see she was up to something again, Mylorah just couldn’t put all of her efforts into it and shook her head with a sigh, “I already know the answer. You’re a good man, F’drel. I’m glad I kept pestering you until you gave in.” She flashed him a smile and turned back to take full advantage of the massage. She was pretty sure he had covered her entire back and some areas were starting to numb, but she’d let him continue as long as he wanted. She deserved a little spoiling and knew she’d return the gesture or bake him klah-flavoured cookies.
