21.Jul.19, 04:07 PM
“I guess, yeah,” Misha said with a laugh, gently swaying along with the music. “You and my other favorite people are all so far away at Ista, it’s very easy to be lazy and just go a few floors to see a wonderful person instead of hopping Weyrs. I know if I asked C’dhin would be happy to go to Ista with me, but I, uh, tend to get distracted. And if something’s baking you can’t go anywhere until it’s done!” C’dhin was actually pretty good at not letting Misharan showing up and begging for attention ruin whatever food he was working on, which Misha felt was deeply impressive and showed a lot of restraint and dedication for his craft.
“And never you fret, Mymy, even if I do eventually go in for cozy mate times, I’ll never abandon you,” he reassured her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Misha meant it, too. To Misharan’s mind, there was nothing that said he couldn’t have a mate and still sleep around as he pleased. Or even multiple mates and still sleep around. As far as he understood it, ‘mate’ just meant you had more of a defined emotional romantic attachment to someone. You could have that with multiple people, and still have less emotionally significant relationships with other people (also called sleeping around). He didn’t think he could be the only person who thought that way.
He let go of Mylorah so she could complete her spin, pulling her back in when she leaned against him. “I’m so glad Madiquel is doing well! I may have to see if I can track her down to say hi later. Though if she’s with A’tay maybe not,” Misharan wasn’t entirely sure where those two stood with each other but they definitely seemed like they should be kissing. “I’ll have to meet this Vaera, since you seem to approve of her. Best of luck to her with T’ryn. He needs a good date or two to get out of his head, I think. Would be good for him. Low-stress kissing.” He grinned at Mylorah, lifting her an inch and spinning them both around before he continued.
“If the initiative for kissing is left to your brothers, everyone will go home un-kissed.” Misha agreed, nodding sadly. It was tragic for everyone involved. Maybe Madiquel or this new girl, Vaera, would show more bravery than A’tay or T’ryn. Probably not, especially considering Vaera was from a Hall.
At the end of the song Misharan joined Mylorah in clapping enthusiastically. Music and dancing were fun, and the Harpers Telgar had employed for the Gather really were quite talented. Not that Misha was a trained ear or anything, but he thought they sounded good.
“Will I be staying for another dance, or have I had my turn and you’ll be off to find another, less pretty, dance partner?” he teased, resting his cheek against her head.
“And never you fret, Mymy, even if I do eventually go in for cozy mate times, I’ll never abandon you,” he reassured her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Misha meant it, too. To Misharan’s mind, there was nothing that said he couldn’t have a mate and still sleep around as he pleased. Or even multiple mates and still sleep around. As far as he understood it, ‘mate’ just meant you had more of a defined emotional romantic attachment to someone. You could have that with multiple people, and still have less emotionally significant relationships with other people (also called sleeping around). He didn’t think he could be the only person who thought that way.
He let go of Mylorah so she could complete her spin, pulling her back in when she leaned against him. “I’m so glad Madiquel is doing well! I may have to see if I can track her down to say hi later. Though if she’s with A’tay maybe not,” Misharan wasn’t entirely sure where those two stood with each other but they definitely seemed like they should be kissing. “I’ll have to meet this Vaera, since you seem to approve of her. Best of luck to her with T’ryn. He needs a good date or two to get out of his head, I think. Would be good for him. Low-stress kissing.” He grinned at Mylorah, lifting her an inch and spinning them both around before he continued.
“If the initiative for kissing is left to your brothers, everyone will go home un-kissed.” Misha agreed, nodding sadly. It was tragic for everyone involved. Maybe Madiquel or this new girl, Vaera, would show more bravery than A’tay or T’ryn. Probably not, especially considering Vaera was from a Hall.
At the end of the song Misharan joined Mylorah in clapping enthusiastically. Music and dancing were fun, and the Harpers Telgar had employed for the Gather really were quite talented. Not that Misha was a trained ear or anything, but he thought they sounded good.
“Will I be staying for another dance, or have I had my turn and you’ll be off to find another, less pretty, dance partner?” he teased, resting his cheek against her head.