23.Jul.19, 09:49 PM
Mylorah’s eyes went wide at the kiss she did not expect from N’mor. Any other friend, sure, she’d almost be disappointed if they didn’t play along and kiss her for play or for real. But N’mor? It wasn’t even the fact that he was mated but simply that he had never been into her or girls in general and never really played along with such games even if he did humour her at times. So he had a surprisingly quiet companion as he escorted her back to her new favourite place, though she finally found her voice and shook her head lightly. “Three if you step on my toes,” she countered the offer that she had a feeling would either make him dance the best dances of his life to ensure he got out early or purposely stomp a toe just to mess with her further.
“He is?” Mylorah had no shame as she looked around to see if she could find Z’rin and his daughter. She was the cutest and spunkiest girl; she couldn’t ask for the more perfect daughter for N’mor to have in his life. She’d definitely keep the bronzerider on his toes if he stepped out of line with her daddy or he didn’t spoil her enough. From what she could tell, though, N’mor doted on Zararin as much as he did with Amorandii. “I hope you dance with her as well and I get to witness it. I adore her,” she smiled when she spotted the father-daughter pair and laughed lightly when she saw Z’rin was doing all the dancing as Zararin stood on his feet to be moved along.
She tore her gaze away from the happy pair and smiled brightly at N’mor, enjoying the odd mood he was in. “I’m sorry, love, you know how I get at such events. Dying alone and bored is what you deserve, though, for letting me out of your sights and hold.” She pressed in against N’mor so she could drape herself over him, arms looping around his neck. They were almost of the same height so it didn’t take much effort to kiss his cheek and then rest her own on his shoulder, whispering, “it’s tempting to make you dance like this but I want to have fun and see your face when you admit it’s fun as well.”
Standing straight once more, Mylorah smiled innocently at N’mor, cheered when the Harpers started a song she knew, and grabbed his hand to start their two but likely three dances.
“He is?” Mylorah had no shame as she looked around to see if she could find Z’rin and his daughter. She was the cutest and spunkiest girl; she couldn’t ask for the more perfect daughter for N’mor to have in his life. She’d definitely keep the bronzerider on his toes if he stepped out of line with her daddy or he didn’t spoil her enough. From what she could tell, though, N’mor doted on Zararin as much as he did with Amorandii. “I hope you dance with her as well and I get to witness it. I adore her,” she smiled when she spotted the father-daughter pair and laughed lightly when she saw Z’rin was doing all the dancing as Zararin stood on his feet to be moved along.
She tore her gaze away from the happy pair and smiled brightly at N’mor, enjoying the odd mood he was in. “I’m sorry, love, you know how I get at such events. Dying alone and bored is what you deserve, though, for letting me out of your sights and hold.” She pressed in against N’mor so she could drape herself over him, arms looping around his neck. They were almost of the same height so it didn’t take much effort to kiss his cheek and then rest her own on his shoulder, whispering, “it’s tempting to make you dance like this but I want to have fun and see your face when you admit it’s fun as well.”
Standing straight once more, Mylorah smiled innocently at N’mor, cheered when the Harpers started a song she knew, and grabbed his hand to start their two but likely three dances.