23.Dec.20, 08:37 AM
Mylorah sat on the solid gate of a stall swinging her oddly clothed legs. She preferred dresses and even after a trip between to Telgar or Fort, she'd strip off the jacket and pants but the winter months left her feeling the chill and she kept both articles on. When compared to being out in the Hold of either region, this Weyr was toasty but it was still cooler than Ista's coolest days and she was being a wimp that morning. R'dare mentioned he was going to see his dad and she'd jumped on for a lift to visit some friends and see how Cazan was doing. It was a lot easier to catch up when so many were in the same Weyr for upcoming Hatchings. She normally would have been among them but Fort had their stupid--yet totally reasonable and understandable--Healer Hall rule.
She ran into a couple soon after landing and had a quick chat before they went off to their daily tasks. One of the boys knew where Fediletch was working and it seemed like a safe bet she'd find him there and she had. She'd greeted her friend with a hug and a kiss to his cheek before shooing him back to work, promising she wouldn't distract him. So she sat on the gate of a stall he'd already cleaned--mucked, apparently was the proper word--that was also vacant and watched him work while they chatted, catching up on what was missed since their last time together.
"Oh! I forgot. I brought some cookies I made the other day. They're even better than last time, I promise!" Mylorah laughed, used to everyone picking on her baking attempts. They were pretty bad but C'dhin had helped her master a lot of the basics and showed her a couple of recipes she kept trying her hand at when given access to someone's cooking area. Now that A'tay had stocked up his kitchen for Zelana to use, she was going to try to get in there some more as well. Zelly likely wouldn't mind and Mylorah bet they would have a lot of fun sharing the space and getting to know each other.
"If you smile and say please, I might be persuaded to hand feed you one right now," Mylorah grinned slyly as she watched her friend work. He was already a bit dirty and sweating but Fedliletch made both things look good. Flirting was just a part of who she was and while Fediletch was such a pure and sweet boy that didn't inspire some of the more outlandish ways she could be, he definitely could still inspire her naughty side. She took off her backpack and rummaged through it to pull out the bag of cookies. A cookie was freed and she waggled it enticingly with a grin.
She ran into a couple soon after landing and had a quick chat before they went off to their daily tasks. One of the boys knew where Fediletch was working and it seemed like a safe bet she'd find him there and she had. She'd greeted her friend with a hug and a kiss to his cheek before shooing him back to work, promising she wouldn't distract him. So she sat on the gate of a stall he'd already cleaned--mucked, apparently was the proper word--that was also vacant and watched him work while they chatted, catching up on what was missed since their last time together.
"Oh! I forgot. I brought some cookies I made the other day. They're even better than last time, I promise!" Mylorah laughed, used to everyone picking on her baking attempts. They were pretty bad but C'dhin had helped her master a lot of the basics and showed her a couple of recipes she kept trying her hand at when given access to someone's cooking area. Now that A'tay had stocked up his kitchen for Zelana to use, she was going to try to get in there some more as well. Zelly likely wouldn't mind and Mylorah bet they would have a lot of fun sharing the space and getting to know each other.
"If you smile and say please, I might be persuaded to hand feed you one right now," Mylorah grinned slyly as she watched her friend work. He was already a bit dirty and sweating but Fedliletch made both things look good. Flirting was just a part of who she was and while Fediletch was such a pure and sweet boy that didn't inspire some of the more outlandish ways she could be, he definitely could still inspire her naughty side. She took off her backpack and rummaged through it to pull out the bag of cookies. A cookie was freed and she waggled it enticingly with a grin.