28.Dec.20, 02:24 PM
At his age? Just how old was Gangleri? Or more importantly, how young did he think she was? He spoke like she was barely into her teens, an innocent child. The things she could confess to having done already that could change his mind was probably something she should be embarrassed about but Mylorah never apologised for who she was and he was kind of entertaining and she didn’t want to scare him off yet.
“No Hatching at Telgar at the moment but I have a brother who is a bronzerider here and he insisted on a little shopping excursion. I left him with a book vendor with the intention to get us some hot chocolate but I was then stolen away by a fascinating Harper.” Really, he was amusing and it was kind of refreshing to have such a chatty man around. Sh’ran could match her in constantly talking, especially once they started gossiping, but her brothers and F’drel tended to lean more toward to silence and brooding.
“You mentioned your friend’s son is a Candidate. Is he at Telgar Weyr? Though, we all still sort of travel around to help fill in the numbers. But I might know him.” She tried to know everyone, especially the Candidates that were Searched. Everything was new and overwhelming and a friend was often nice to have.
Mylorah scanned the little shop, taking in the inventory on display and felt out of place. Other than shopping with Tazikel and his sister that first time—he then used her measurements to order anything else since—she had never really been in such a shop. She barely even looked at clothes at Gathers and whatever she owned now came from other people. “For Hatchings, I’d recommend something comfortable. They last hours and you’re just sitting there so you don’t want anything restricting or even too fancy, honestly. A lot of sand can get kicked up.” There was also the chance for a little vomit to get on them, either from themselves or others, when the Hatching got a little messy but Mylorah didn’t think that was necessary information.
“No Hatching at Telgar at the moment but I have a brother who is a bronzerider here and he insisted on a little shopping excursion. I left him with a book vendor with the intention to get us some hot chocolate but I was then stolen away by a fascinating Harper.” Really, he was amusing and it was kind of refreshing to have such a chatty man around. Sh’ran could match her in constantly talking, especially once they started gossiping, but her brothers and F’drel tended to lean more toward to silence and brooding.
“You mentioned your friend’s son is a Candidate. Is he at Telgar Weyr? Though, we all still sort of travel around to help fill in the numbers. But I might know him.” She tried to know everyone, especially the Candidates that were Searched. Everything was new and overwhelming and a friend was often nice to have.
Mylorah scanned the little shop, taking in the inventory on display and felt out of place. Other than shopping with Tazikel and his sister that first time—he then used her measurements to order anything else since—she had never really been in such a shop. She barely even looked at clothes at Gathers and whatever she owned now came from other people. “For Hatchings, I’d recommend something comfortable. They last hours and you’re just sitting there so you don’t want anything restricting or even too fancy, honestly. A lot of sand can get kicked up.” There was also the chance for a little vomit to get on them, either from themselves or others, when the Hatching got a little messy but Mylorah didn’t think that was necessary information.