31.Dec.20, 06:45 PM
Mylorah was still glaring daggers at both men as they finally got back to their own feet. They were both being obnoxious and while she could handle their antics, she was also done with them. Gangleri was making her twitch every time he called her young—even if she was younger than K’dar, she had a feeling the Harper didn’t know or believe it was only by a year—and K’dar would just drive her batty with his current mode of apologising after being a brutish idiot. Another long drink of cocoa was taken as she considered what to do with them and what the path to the smallest headache would be.
“Neither,” she finally replied, done with the Hold and everything it held for the day. “You’re taking me back to your weyr so I can wash my coat and gloves before we go down to the dining cavern for something to eat. You’re also not getting a book out of the Harper because he didn’t do anything wrong. Anyone else would have seen it for the joke it was or at least not react with a flying fist.” She was not going to let her brother be rewarded for his behaviour. Gangleri wasn’t entirely innocent but what he said wasn’t any different than what one of their friends would have said in a similar situation. Mylorah had to believe K’dar still had enough brain cells left to know the same words would have been said in jest if it came from R’dare or B’kit.
“And as for you, Harper Gangleri,” her attention snapped to the older man. He was interesting but probably also a bit of a handful if they spent too long of a time together. It would likely be fun and maybe one day Mylorah would find out but it wasn’t that day. “I thank you yet again for the offer to buy me something but this will wash out. You have a dress to bring to your friend and I would feel guilty if I took up more of your time.”
“Neither,” she finally replied, done with the Hold and everything it held for the day. “You’re taking me back to your weyr so I can wash my coat and gloves before we go down to the dining cavern for something to eat. You’re also not getting a book out of the Harper because he didn’t do anything wrong. Anyone else would have seen it for the joke it was or at least not react with a flying fist.” She was not going to let her brother be rewarded for his behaviour. Gangleri wasn’t entirely innocent but what he said wasn’t any different than what one of their friends would have said in a similar situation. Mylorah had to believe K’dar still had enough brain cells left to know the same words would have been said in jest if it came from R’dare or B’kit.
“And as for you, Harper Gangleri,” her attention snapped to the older man. He was interesting but probably also a bit of a handful if they spent too long of a time together. It would likely be fun and maybe one day Mylorah would find out but it wasn’t that day. “I thank you yet again for the offer to buy me something but this will wash out. You have a dress to bring to your friend and I would feel guilty if I took up more of your time.”