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18.Jun.22, 03:23 PM
Mylorah couldn’t decide what colour of mask she would want after her insistence she didn’t need her own mask with bells was ignored. She told Gangleri to surprise her and gave him her current mask as reference since it fit her nicely and she doubted she would be in serious need of a mask again any time soon. With that settled, as they walked, she explained her limited encounters with the sex drugs and which one she had been on that night and even told him that orgies didn’t bother her but weren’t her usual scene. Two lovers at once was usually enough for her though maybe she’d let a third in with the right combination of people.
She also had to explain that Misty Hold wasn’t one of her usual stomping grounds. Before that night, she had been to it twice with Tazikel for proper and extremely boring gatherings but they didn’t explore much and she was terrible with remembering the layout of each Hold she’d been dragged to. But enough stuck with her that they found their way to a secluded area outdoors and she settled herself on the ground and stared up at the sky. She had friends and relatives that loved stargazing and she certainly saw the appeal but she’d never studied it. Enjoying what was on display was enough for her and it was always made better with someone beside her.
What could she say when her surprise over the song seemed to bother him? It wasn’t that she didn’t believe his promise as she hadn’t been given any reason to doubt his word. But sometimes things were said in moments of passion that she didn’t expect to be followed up on. She certainly didn’t deserve a song no matter how much the idea had and still did appeal to her. “Please sing it for me, Master Harper,” Mylorah instead encouraged the man with her attention firmly on him. It stayed as he started singing and she smiled and gave a little chuckle when jealous ladies were mentioned but it was otherwise lovely and had her biting her lip by the end to keep emotions in check.
“Sing it again? Please?” Her voice was much softer now as Mylorah still struggled with how she was feeling but one thing she did know was that the tune was meant for dancing. So that’s what she did. As Gangleri started again, she got to her feet and moved to the rhythm. She was bouncy and let her feet move as they pleased, wild and free just as the lyrics said, and soon she was twirling with a large smile. It was a lovely and fun song and it was so hard to reconcile the fact it was for and about her.
Before he finished, Mylorah spun a final time and collapsed back to the ground beside the man. She was still smiling, still so happy, but tears were flowing free as well. “Thank you,” she barely let the last word sound before she was speaking and throwing her arms around Gangleri in a tight hug that had her face buried against his chest. “Growing up, any gifts we exchanged were always handmade and from the heart.” She didn’t want to alarm him with the tears but how did she explain why it meant so much to her? He was smart enough that she probably could leave it at that and he’d understand but that was cheating.
“Games made from sticks, painted rocks, or simple acorns strung together for a necklace. I even have a wind chime made from bones that I adore. Stuff like that on top of any sewing or crafting you could do. They meant a lot to me and I still have trouble accepting items from gathers. I’m happy with the little I have and don’t need more.” Tazikel struggled with that issue of hers until she said the dresses were more than enough and were fine since they let her continue seeing him but the real gift always came when they could spend time together alone. T’ryn was also funny with his gifting habits. He didn’t like receiving gifts and only wanted essentials but he liked to treat his loved ones with finely made clothing, boots, and tools like bows and arrows.
“Knowing you put your precious time and heart into a song for me that others can also enjoy means so much to me.” She would never have enough words and certainly not eloquent ones to show her gratitude and how much she loved the gift. She’d never be able to return the gesture either. But she would try.
“I can’t believe you mentioned jealous ladies,” Mylorah softly laughed and wondered what that line would change to if she ever heard it at a gather. No way would it stay as it was.
She also had to explain that Misty Hold wasn’t one of her usual stomping grounds. Before that night, she had been to it twice with Tazikel for proper and extremely boring gatherings but they didn’t explore much and she was terrible with remembering the layout of each Hold she’d been dragged to. But enough stuck with her that they found their way to a secluded area outdoors and she settled herself on the ground and stared up at the sky. She had friends and relatives that loved stargazing and she certainly saw the appeal but she’d never studied it. Enjoying what was on display was enough for her and it was always made better with someone beside her.
What could she say when her surprise over the song seemed to bother him? It wasn’t that she didn’t believe his promise as she hadn’t been given any reason to doubt his word. But sometimes things were said in moments of passion that she didn’t expect to be followed up on. She certainly didn’t deserve a song no matter how much the idea had and still did appeal to her. “Please sing it for me, Master Harper,” Mylorah instead encouraged the man with her attention firmly on him. It stayed as he started singing and she smiled and gave a little chuckle when jealous ladies were mentioned but it was otherwise lovely and had her biting her lip by the end to keep emotions in check.
“Sing it again? Please?” Her voice was much softer now as Mylorah still struggled with how she was feeling but one thing she did know was that the tune was meant for dancing. So that’s what she did. As Gangleri started again, she got to her feet and moved to the rhythm. She was bouncy and let her feet move as they pleased, wild and free just as the lyrics said, and soon she was twirling with a large smile. It was a lovely and fun song and it was so hard to reconcile the fact it was for and about her.
Before he finished, Mylorah spun a final time and collapsed back to the ground beside the man. She was still smiling, still so happy, but tears were flowing free as well. “Thank you,” she barely let the last word sound before she was speaking and throwing her arms around Gangleri in a tight hug that had her face buried against his chest. “Growing up, any gifts we exchanged were always handmade and from the heart.” She didn’t want to alarm him with the tears but how did she explain why it meant so much to her? He was smart enough that she probably could leave it at that and he’d understand but that was cheating.
“Games made from sticks, painted rocks, or simple acorns strung together for a necklace. I even have a wind chime made from bones that I adore. Stuff like that on top of any sewing or crafting you could do. They meant a lot to me and I still have trouble accepting items from gathers. I’m happy with the little I have and don’t need more.” Tazikel struggled with that issue of hers until she said the dresses were more than enough and were fine since they let her continue seeing him but the real gift always came when they could spend time together alone. T’ryn was also funny with his gifting habits. He didn’t like receiving gifts and only wanted essentials but he liked to treat his loved ones with finely made clothing, boots, and tools like bows and arrows.
“Knowing you put your precious time and heart into a song for me that others can also enjoy means so much to me.” She would never have enough words and certainly not eloquent ones to show her gratitude and how much she loved the gift. She’d never be able to return the gesture either. But she would try.
“I can’t believe you mentioned jealous ladies,” Mylorah softly laughed and wondered what that line would change to if she ever heard it at a gather. No way would it stay as it was.
