04.Jan.20, 03:35 PM
Mylorah gasped and then giggled at the odd praise. Yeah, fuck ‘em! She was reminded of the first fancy party Tazikel brought her to. He had taken her dress shopping to find something more ‘suitable’ for a Hold but even then he gave her some leeway and kept her comfort in mind. She saw the looks at the party, saw the conversations sometimes behind a hand or out in the open as they watched her. She knew she didn’t belong, stood out quite obviously but it didn’t stop her from holding her head high and making that party her bitch. She didn’t give in and run away like she knew some of the catty looking girls wanted but instead did her best to follow the more important rules while having as much fun as she could with Tazikel. Since then, she still felt a bit out of place but found joy in defying everyone’s expectations they had of her.
“Thanks for the encouragement, chickadee,” Mylorah whispered to the egg before finally removing her hand. It was nice to have someone believe in her, even though she knew her friends and siblings were always right there beside her. Most of the time. It hurt that F’drel didn’t trust her judgement on Tazikel and she supposed that was yet another faucet of her defiance. She knew he hated what she was doing and he likely had a good reason, yet there she was still meeting up with her Sir Tazicurls regularly. Maybe being defiant wasn’t always the best option and while they weren’t at odds as badly as they were before, Mylorah wanted to make sure F’drel knew she loved him like the big brother he constantly tried to be to her. She had invited him to the Hatching personally before leaving Ista but no matter the outcome of it, she was going to pull him aside for the biggest hug and thank you she could give.
Stepping aside so the next girl could get the egg, Mylorah moved to the back of the line for the other gold egg, mind still on what the first had shown her. Defiant but with a good reason was okay. It meant she had standards and beliefs that she wouldn’t compromise on, like sticking up for a loved one, but she wouldn’t be that way just for the sake of it. She felt that made her stand apart from some other people that were kind of dicks at times.
Finding it was her turn for the new egg, Mylorah gave her head a little shake and readied herself for what she had a feeling wouldn’t be as positive. It never seemed to go well twice in a row for her.
Gold 2
“Thanks for the encouragement, chickadee,” Mylorah whispered to the egg before finally removing her hand. It was nice to have someone believe in her, even though she knew her friends and siblings were always right there beside her. Most of the time. It hurt that F’drel didn’t trust her judgement on Tazikel and she supposed that was yet another faucet of her defiance. She knew he hated what she was doing and he likely had a good reason, yet there she was still meeting up with her Sir Tazicurls regularly. Maybe being defiant wasn’t always the best option and while they weren’t at odds as badly as they were before, Mylorah wanted to make sure F’drel knew she loved him like the big brother he constantly tried to be to her. She had invited him to the Hatching personally before leaving Ista but no matter the outcome of it, she was going to pull him aside for the biggest hug and thank you she could give.
Stepping aside so the next girl could get the egg, Mylorah moved to the back of the line for the other gold egg, mind still on what the first had shown her. Defiant but with a good reason was okay. It meant she had standards and beliefs that she wouldn’t compromise on, like sticking up for a loved one, but she wouldn’t be that way just for the sake of it. She felt that made her stand apart from some other people that were kind of dicks at times.
Finding it was her turn for the new egg, Mylorah gave her head a little shake and readied herself for what she had a feeling wouldn’t be as positive. It never seemed to go well twice in a row for her.
Gold 2