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12.Mar.20, 02:02 AM
Sh’ran was delighted to be at Mylorah’s birthday party. Weyrlinghood had meant he - and his fellow Weyrlings, but he and Dyoricath especially - hadn’t spent much time at social events. Which he loved, so being surrounded by people again was amazing. He and Dyoricath had started reaching some sort of equilibrium with regard to Misha spending more time with people, but he didn’t want to push it too much. Which was why he hadn’t gone over to introduce himself to Mylorah’s lord friend yet, but he’d get around to it by the end of the night. Instead Sh’ran had been sampling all the snacks - he could tell which ones Mylorah had baked and which ones C’dhin had without being told. He wasn’t sure if that meant he had a discerning palate or he ate too much of C’dhin’s baking. It didn’t take long to try everything, and by the time Mylorah draped herself over him Sh’ran had tried all the snacks.
“Mymy,” he greeted, wrapping his arms around her. Dyoricath pointedly ignored them in the back of his mind, which Sh’ran appreciated. The blue’s birthday present to Mylorah. “Kordi felt an emotion for me? I could cry at the honor,” he said dramatically, placing one hand at the base of his throat. “I do get what he means, though. It’s a different kind of silence. I may be chatty, but I’m not a presence in his head like that. I think Dyo might have murdered him months ago if I were.” Misha hummed thoughtfully, resting his cheek against Mylorah’s head. “I’ll be delighted to chatter at him incessantly again as soon as one of us can go to other Weyrs, give him a lack of silence he’s used to.”
“Anyway,” Sh’ran said, changing the topic, “How’s your pretty lordling doing so far? Surviving all the noisy, partying weyrfolk?” He glanced over at Tazikel, who seemed to be having a conversation with T’ryn, though the lordling’s eyes kept flickering around the room. Interesting. “I hope to meet him properly later. Dyoricath allowing,” he ammended.
“Mymy,” he greeted, wrapping his arms around her. Dyoricath pointedly ignored them in the back of his mind, which Sh’ran appreciated. The blue’s birthday present to Mylorah. “Kordi felt an emotion for me? I could cry at the honor,” he said dramatically, placing one hand at the base of his throat. “I do get what he means, though. It’s a different kind of silence. I may be chatty, but I’m not a presence in his head like that. I think Dyo might have murdered him months ago if I were.” Misha hummed thoughtfully, resting his cheek against Mylorah’s head. “I’ll be delighted to chatter at him incessantly again as soon as one of us can go to other Weyrs, give him a lack of silence he’s used to.”
“Anyway,” Sh’ran said, changing the topic, “How’s your pretty lordling doing so far? Surviving all the noisy, partying weyrfolk?” He glanced over at Tazikel, who seemed to be having a conversation with T’ryn, though the lordling’s eyes kept flickering around the room. Interesting. “I hope to meet him properly later. Dyoricath allowing,” he ammended.
