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05.Oct.19, 03:30 AM
Mylorah eyed both the horse and Tazikel's hand. She knew it was probably silly to believe so soon with barely knowing the lord, but she knew he wasn't about to line her up for an injury. Still, she was always the one to stay back when dealing with the horses as she tried to figure out the best way to approach them physically and mentally. It was so weird to think they probably understood her on some level but couldn't say anything in return. But Tazikel clearly wasn't dealing with any of those conundrums nor was he losing a hand to the beast so she finally took the proffered hand and stepped closer.
"I was told we had more but some of them couldn't adjust to the dragons," she spoke softly, almost absently as she watched the horse that really didn't seem to be paying her much attention at all. Rude! Well, she was being rude as well so it was fair, she supposed. But Mylorah finally found her courage and mimicked what Tazikel had done, extending her hand out for the horse to smell her when he did look back in her direction. When that seemed to have gone over well, she again did what Tazikel had done and stroked the horse's neck.
It wasn't the first time she'd touched a horse, recalling the move North and how one of the weyrfolk had been walking the horse and they were all able to approach and pet him. She'd given it a brief pet and marveled at how soft the hair was. Now was no different. She bet Holders would do the same thing if they got to touch the smooth hide of a dragon. "They're pretty in their own way. But riding them must be terrifying since you can't communicate back and forth." That was probably the part that bothered Mylorah the most. That was a lot of trust put into an animal that couldn't talk to you and that was such a strange concept to her.
"And no, I've never been on a ship or a rowboat really," Mylorah quickly hopped back to the questions she'd been asked but not given a chance to answer thanks to the horse distracting them both. But she'd feel terribly rude if she left the man without an answer, though maybe Tazikel didn't care either way. Maybe he had just been making polite conversation. But if there was one thing he should have already learned in their brief time together--well two things since her enjoyment of sex definitely had been caught on to--was that she liked to talk and would answer any questions he tossed her way.
"We were young and playing where we weren't supposed to so we barely got the boat off the shore before getting caught." She laughed at the memory and then gave a quick look at the horse since her attention had drifted back to the gorgeous man at her side. Had she been too loud and startled the creature? Didn't look like it and her hand still had all its digits so she was ahead of the game. But she still took her hand away from the neck she had been absently petting. That was probably enough of living on the dangerous side for now.
"I was told we had more but some of them couldn't adjust to the dragons," she spoke softly, almost absently as she watched the horse that really didn't seem to be paying her much attention at all. Rude! Well, she was being rude as well so it was fair, she supposed. But Mylorah finally found her courage and mimicked what Tazikel had done, extending her hand out for the horse to smell her when he did look back in her direction. When that seemed to have gone over well, she again did what Tazikel had done and stroked the horse's neck.
It wasn't the first time she'd touched a horse, recalling the move North and how one of the weyrfolk had been walking the horse and they were all able to approach and pet him. She'd given it a brief pet and marveled at how soft the hair was. Now was no different. She bet Holders would do the same thing if they got to touch the smooth hide of a dragon. "They're pretty in their own way. But riding them must be terrifying since you can't communicate back and forth." That was probably the part that bothered Mylorah the most. That was a lot of trust put into an animal that couldn't talk to you and that was such a strange concept to her.
"And no, I've never been on a ship or a rowboat really," Mylorah quickly hopped back to the questions she'd been asked but not given a chance to answer thanks to the horse distracting them both. But she'd feel terribly rude if she left the man without an answer, though maybe Tazikel didn't care either way. Maybe he had just been making polite conversation. But if there was one thing he should have already learned in their brief time together--well two things since her enjoyment of sex definitely had been caught on to--was that she liked to talk and would answer any questions he tossed her way.
"We were young and playing where we weren't supposed to so we barely got the boat off the shore before getting caught." She laughed at the memory and then gave a quick look at the horse since her attention had drifted back to the gorgeous man at her side. Had she been too loud and startled the creature? Didn't look like it and her hand still had all its digits so she was ahead of the game. But she still took her hand away from the neck she had been absently petting. That was probably enough of living on the dangerous side for now.
