25.Jul.22, 03:40 AM
Her eyes widened when the first strung up skeleton was spotted but before she could truly comprehend what she was seeing, Geric was yanking her into the room and slamming the door behind them. She spun on him to verify which side of the door he was actually on and then to question what he was doing but she realised they weren't alone and Mylorah slowly turned back around and spotted Gangleri. With a man. A very lifeless-looking man from the way he was hanging off of the Master Harper. With a gasp, Mylorah covered her mouth with a hand and took a few steps back until she stumbled into Geric. He steadied her but she barely noticed as her eyes darted around the room before always landing back on Gangleri and his... companion.
With a name like the 'Skeleton Closet' Mylorah had assumed some bored Harpers had painted a few skeletons on the wall and maybe it was always dimly lit and spooky so it was a dare to go in alone. Or be used as a make out spot, she recalled from Geric's comment. Closets were handy for that, she could easily attest to. But she hadn't expected actual skeletons and she was fairly certain they were real. She had seen T'cai work with animal bones often enough and still had the wind chime he made for her hanging in her little room that she packed up with the rest of her meager belongings every time she travelled for a Hatching. So she was familiar enough with bones to be rather horrified at the realisation that she was staring at former human beings. There was a brief moment of hysteria grabbing her with a short laugh behind the hand still over her mouth as she wondered if this was what Cazan thought between looked like.
She had to focus before she lost her mind from all the overwhelming images and facts staring her in the face. Gangleri had asked her a question, an odd one, but still it had been asked. What did she think it looked like? Given her own experiences in general in closets and with the Master Harper, Mylorah could have assumed she had interrupted a date. But she felt she knew Gangleri well enough to know the man in his arms wouldn't be his type. She knew of three men he'd been with, because she had been there as well, and they were all younger and rather 'pretty' though K'dar maybe less so compared to Gaili and Yfris. Gangleri wouldn't be interested in--
Mylorah gasped yet again as she got a clear view of the man's face. "Is that Lord--" she couldn't even bring herself to say his name. He was a major creep and harassed her anytime they were at the same party and Tazikel had to leave her side to play second son for a while. She always did her best to avoid him but he'd cornered her a couple of times and was far too handsy and insistent. She had wondered why Gangleri would want to talk with him earlier. Was this why?
"Is he dead?" She finally asked what her brain was screaming was true but she needed the confirmation. There was something else she needed to know as well but that answer was potentially scary. "Did you do it?"
With a name like the 'Skeleton Closet' Mylorah had assumed some bored Harpers had painted a few skeletons on the wall and maybe it was always dimly lit and spooky so it was a dare to go in alone. Or be used as a make out spot, she recalled from Geric's comment. Closets were handy for that, she could easily attest to. But she hadn't expected actual skeletons and she was fairly certain they were real. She had seen T'cai work with animal bones often enough and still had the wind chime he made for her hanging in her little room that she packed up with the rest of her meager belongings every time she travelled for a Hatching. So she was familiar enough with bones to be rather horrified at the realisation that she was staring at former human beings. There was a brief moment of hysteria grabbing her with a short laugh behind the hand still over her mouth as she wondered if this was what Cazan thought between looked like.
She had to focus before she lost her mind from all the overwhelming images and facts staring her in the face. Gangleri had asked her a question, an odd one, but still it had been asked. What did she think it looked like? Given her own experiences in general in closets and with the Master Harper, Mylorah could have assumed she had interrupted a date. But she felt she knew Gangleri well enough to know the man in his arms wouldn't be his type. She knew of three men he'd been with, because she had been there as well, and they were all younger and rather 'pretty' though K'dar maybe less so compared to Gaili and Yfris. Gangleri wouldn't be interested in--
Mylorah gasped yet again as she got a clear view of the man's face. "Is that Lord--" she couldn't even bring herself to say his name. He was a major creep and harassed her anytime they were at the same party and Tazikel had to leave her side to play second son for a while. She always did her best to avoid him but he'd cornered her a couple of times and was far too handsy and insistent. She had wondered why Gangleri would want to talk with him earlier. Was this why?
"Is he dead?" She finally asked what her brain was screaming was true but she needed the confirmation. There was something else she needed to know as well but that answer was potentially scary. "Did you do it?"