29.Aug.19, 12:17 AM
Tazikel didn’t have a whole lot of experience with Hatchings, but even he could tell this one was not normal. For one, there were only six eggs; the Hatchings he’d been to at Fort always seemed to have at least thirty. And then the hatchlings kept dying, and the ones that lived looked close to it. Tazikel was no dragon expert but he was positive that’s not how it was supposed to go. Everyone was all angry and upset, and he kept having to pester T’ryn - who he’d decided he quite liked - with questions about what was going on. T’ryn had kindly answered them to the best of his ability, and while Tazikel was still fairly confused, he at least wasn’t completely lost.
Of course, having some idea what was going on didn’t stop him being worried about Mylorah. She had definitely cried, and it didn’t look like it was all a happy-relieved sort of crying. Also, apparently Mylorah and Kordiavis knew each other? They had been hugging and standing near each other for a while, anyway, and he was pretty sure she’d kissed him at one point, and he was definitely going to have to interrogate both of them about this, but for the moment the questions were pushed aside by concern. Tazikel hoped he’d get a chance to check in with her before he left - though he supposed he could just refuse to go back to Tillek until he’d seen her. T’ryn wasn’t going to force him on his dragon or anything, the guy was way too nice for that.
For the moment he waited anxiously with her family and friends - some of them, anyway, Tazikel assumed there were more people in both categories. Not the point. He’d been introduced to them all; T’ryn (bronze Syrendryth) was her brother, of course, and A’tay (bronze Xyxyth), who looked far too much like T’ryn to be anything but another brother (and he was introduced as such), though both were fairer than Mylorah. Then there was their father, R’nd (blue Ayyonth), and then B’jin (green Larrikith), who was a family friend or something. His son, N’mor (bronze Rhezalth), was also part of the group (he seemed to be close friends with T’ryn), and then another friend who tended to shadow N’mor, Z’rin (blue Varralath). It was one of the rare occasions Tazikel was actually thankful his upbringing included learning family trees and being forced to learn lots of people’s names and families and events. Made keeping it all straight just a bit easier, even with being distracted by the drama of the Hatching and worrying about Mylorah. He assumed they were waiting for her to come over? Since they were just milling about and not going anywhere. Tazikel was just following T’ryn’s lead, since he seemed to be his escort for the day and also mostly know what was going on.
After too long and probably not very long at all Mylorah made her way over to the group of them. To Tazikel’s surprise, she went straight to him, calling out the nickname she’d given out and skipping - goodness, Mylorah bounced through emotions quickly, didn’t she - towards them. He’d have thought she’d go to one of her brothers or her father first, but Tazikel supposed he was the exciting new person which gave him more of a draw for the moment. Then, of course, Mylorah threw him completely for a loop by kissing him. It wasn’t a chaste kiss either, which Tazikel wasn’t against, but her father and brothers were right there. And they barely seemed to react! As far as Tazikel could tell, anyway, and admittedly he wasn’t giving them all that much of his attention. Mylorah kissing him was much more interesting, and after the initial surprise of her kissing him in public, in front of her family, wore off - which took less than a second, after all, when in a Weyr - and kissed back.
After she released him, and he caught enough breath to speak, he smiled at her and assured her he had time. “No one but you has any claim on me for the rest of the day,” he said, and took the offered hand. “Never fear, dear Lady, there will always be another dance floor, so as long as people still dance, you retain your title.”
He decided to put aside the fact Mylorah had just invited him to her bedroom in front of her father for a moment and just go with it. If she didn’t seem bothered by it - and the implications of it - then he didn’t need to be either. Tazikel let himself be pulled along, out of the Hatching grounds, down a few hallways, and into a small room. Mylorah’s room, and considering it had four beds she probably had a roommate or two, though there was no one else in the room when they arrived. The door wasn’t even closed before she’d dropped his hand and was shucking off the Candidate robe - he didn’t disagree that it wasn’t the most flattering article of clothing, but it really wasn’t as bad as she was acting - and almost started to avert his eyes before remembering Mylorah clearly didn’t care, and while he didn’t gawk at her, Tazikel didn’t look away.
Of course, having some idea what was going on didn’t stop him being worried about Mylorah. She had definitely cried, and it didn’t look like it was all a happy-relieved sort of crying. Also, apparently Mylorah and Kordiavis knew each other? They had been hugging and standing near each other for a while, anyway, and he was pretty sure she’d kissed him at one point, and he was definitely going to have to interrogate both of them about this, but for the moment the questions were pushed aside by concern. Tazikel hoped he’d get a chance to check in with her before he left - though he supposed he could just refuse to go back to Tillek until he’d seen her. T’ryn wasn’t going to force him on his dragon or anything, the guy was way too nice for that.
For the moment he waited anxiously with her family and friends - some of them, anyway, Tazikel assumed there were more people in both categories. Not the point. He’d been introduced to them all; T’ryn (bronze Syrendryth) was her brother, of course, and A’tay (bronze Xyxyth), who looked far too much like T’ryn to be anything but another brother (and he was introduced as such), though both were fairer than Mylorah. Then there was their father, R’nd (blue Ayyonth), and then B’jin (green Larrikith), who was a family friend or something. His son, N’mor (bronze Rhezalth), was also part of the group (he seemed to be close friends with T’ryn), and then another friend who tended to shadow N’mor, Z’rin (blue Varralath). It was one of the rare occasions Tazikel was actually thankful his upbringing included learning family trees and being forced to learn lots of people’s names and families and events. Made keeping it all straight just a bit easier, even with being distracted by the drama of the Hatching and worrying about Mylorah. He assumed they were waiting for her to come over? Since they were just milling about and not going anywhere. Tazikel was just following T’ryn’s lead, since he seemed to be his escort for the day and also mostly know what was going on.
After too long and probably not very long at all Mylorah made her way over to the group of them. To Tazikel’s surprise, she went straight to him, calling out the nickname she’d given out and skipping - goodness, Mylorah bounced through emotions quickly, didn’t she - towards them. He’d have thought she’d go to one of her brothers or her father first, but Tazikel supposed he was the exciting new person which gave him more of a draw for the moment. Then, of course, Mylorah threw him completely for a loop by kissing him. It wasn’t a chaste kiss either, which Tazikel wasn’t against, but her father and brothers were right there. And they barely seemed to react! As far as Tazikel could tell, anyway, and admittedly he wasn’t giving them all that much of his attention. Mylorah kissing him was much more interesting, and after the initial surprise of her kissing him in public, in front of her family, wore off - which took less than a second, after all, when in a Weyr - and kissed back.
After she released him, and he caught enough breath to speak, he smiled at her and assured her he had time. “No one but you has any claim on me for the rest of the day,” he said, and took the offered hand. “Never fear, dear Lady, there will always be another dance floor, so as long as people still dance, you retain your title.”
He decided to put aside the fact Mylorah had just invited him to her bedroom in front of her father for a moment and just go with it. If she didn’t seem bothered by it - and the implications of it - then he didn’t need to be either. Tazikel let himself be pulled along, out of the Hatching grounds, down a few hallways, and into a small room. Mylorah’s room, and considering it had four beds she probably had a roommate or two, though there was no one else in the room when they arrived. The door wasn’t even closed before she’d dropped his hand and was shucking off the Candidate robe - he didn’t disagree that it wasn’t the most flattering article of clothing, but it really wasn’t as bad as she was acting - and almost started to avert his eyes before remembering Mylorah clearly didn’t care, and while he didn’t gawk at her, Tazikel didn’t look away.