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10.Oct.19, 07:31 AM
Tazikel was absolutely correct in his belief she didn't care about the list of things he rattled off. Her nose crinkled in distaste as the list continued and most of it didn't even make sense to her. She also felt sorry for his brother since he was the one that couldn't get out of that list. She supposed there was a chance he enjoyed all of that but then again, had he convinced himself early on that he did, knowing he was the heir and it wouldn't matter either way? Holder life was terribly sad! Or maybe it was just the families of the Lord Holders that had it rough, though from what Misharan had told her, regular working holders didn't always live as freely as they liked. Boy was she glad she was weyrbred!
She laughed at the idea of having to plan being spontaneous. It sounded like something T'ryn would do, not at all something Tazikel would do. He seemed to rather enjoy living in the moment and doing what he pleased when he pleased--like dancing with a strange girl and whisking her away shortly after thanks to the silly game she had started. She quite liked it honestly as it spoke to her own impulsive side--though hers came from knowing if she thought about it too long she'd never make up her mind.
"You're right; none of that sounds like fun and I'd rather have you outside with me than locked away in a stuffy room," with a smile, Mylorah leaned down... and booped Tazikel on his adorable nose instead of kissing him. Another little giggle and she twirled herself around so she could use his stomach as a pillow, lying perpendicular to him.
"So that means we need to work on spontaneously getting you here more often." She hummed a moment in thought, staring at the clouds before coming up with the obvious answer and some fun ones that Mylorah knew at least one of would never happen. "We need to get you your own firelizard that can summon T'ryn at a moment's notice. We'll pester him until he gives into the idea, though some of my other friends would likely do it as well. You'd probably like R'dal and R'dare." She mused a moment, getting a bit off topic before remembering the task at hand with trying to get Tazikel to the Weyr with little effort and planning.
"Anyway, transfer between Weyrs is a thing... can you do that in Holds? I know you're second son of Tillek but maybe you could move to Ista Hold and be um... their official wine critic?" She had no idea what jobs were even in a Hold but that seemed like one Tazikel would invent for himself if nothing else.
Before he could respond to that silly idea, she tossed out the even sillier one, the one she knew would never happen but that impulsive side told her to say it anyway. "Of course you could just give it all up and run away to live in the Weyr." And that's when the best idea ever struck her and Mylorah rolled over so she could drape herself more fully over Tazikel's torso and gave him her wicked grin that showed she was up to no good--but a lot of fun. "I could start my own harem with you and Kordiavis lavishing me in attention. I'm sure none of us would ever be bored again in that situation."
She laughed at the idea of having to plan being spontaneous. It sounded like something T'ryn would do, not at all something Tazikel would do. He seemed to rather enjoy living in the moment and doing what he pleased when he pleased--like dancing with a strange girl and whisking her away shortly after thanks to the silly game she had started. She quite liked it honestly as it spoke to her own impulsive side--though hers came from knowing if she thought about it too long she'd never make up her mind.
"You're right; none of that sounds like fun and I'd rather have you outside with me than locked away in a stuffy room," with a smile, Mylorah leaned down... and booped Tazikel on his adorable nose instead of kissing him. Another little giggle and she twirled herself around so she could use his stomach as a pillow, lying perpendicular to him.
"So that means we need to work on spontaneously getting you here more often." She hummed a moment in thought, staring at the clouds before coming up with the obvious answer and some fun ones that Mylorah knew at least one of would never happen. "We need to get you your own firelizard that can summon T'ryn at a moment's notice. We'll pester him until he gives into the idea, though some of my other friends would likely do it as well. You'd probably like R'dal and R'dare." She mused a moment, getting a bit off topic before remembering the task at hand with trying to get Tazikel to the Weyr with little effort and planning.
"Anyway, transfer between Weyrs is a thing... can you do that in Holds? I know you're second son of Tillek but maybe you could move to Ista Hold and be um... their official wine critic?" She had no idea what jobs were even in a Hold but that seemed like one Tazikel would invent for himself if nothing else.
Before he could respond to that silly idea, she tossed out the even sillier one, the one she knew would never happen but that impulsive side told her to say it anyway. "Of course you could just give it all up and run away to live in the Weyr." And that's when the best idea ever struck her and Mylorah rolled over so she could drape herself more fully over Tazikel's torso and gave him her wicked grin that showed she was up to no good--but a lot of fun. "I could start my own harem with you and Kordiavis lavishing me in attention. I'm sure none of us would ever be bored again in that situation."
