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26.Aug.22, 11:19 PM
Seravath chirped in delight when Amagrith offered her one end of the stick back, plopping down immediately to claim it with a quiet chant of Stick stick stick stick stick. Z’kel smiled at Mylorah. Whatever she’d said to—thought at?— Amagrith had worked, and now they didn’t have to worry about a sibling spat over a stick breaking out. Or at least didn’t have to worry for a little while, Z’kel was finding dragonet moods could be highly unpredictable and he was embarrassingly weak to even the slightest hint of distress from Seravath.
Mylo’s offer of reassurance for his mother was appreciated, but Z’kel didn’t think he’d end up passing it on. His mother didn’t dislike Mylorah, but Z’kel knew she wouldn’t put much stock in a Weyr girl’s promise to protect her son, especially if she was already worked up about his well-being. Though the thought of Mylorah ‘keeping an eye on his virtue’ may make her laugh hard enough she’d forget she was worried for a few minutes. The image of the grumpy weyrlingmaster sneaking around to steal paper was also funny, and Z’kel grinned at Mylorah’s overly dramatized description.
“You can help me draft them,” Z’kel agreed. “I don’t think my family would appreciate letters not in my handwriting, though, pretty as yours is, and I’m not bothering to write to anyone else. You can include a letter of your own to Theri, if you like, she’d probably appreciate that.” Itherida liked Mylo, probably more than any of the rest of his family, and she’d definitely appreciate whatever—information? Reassurances?—Mylo could offer her when it came to the whole situation of him Impressing.
“I’m sure Yfris has already sent all the letters he needs or wants to send about how I’ve been corrupted to your side. It’ll be the talk of plenty of dinner parties for a while, certainly. Lord Tillek’s son, seduced to the Weyrs and stolen away from his good Holder family, and by a green dragon no less.” Z’kel laughed, and it only came out a little harsher than he intended.
Because he didn’t blame Seravath, or Mylorah. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t fantasized about Impressing a dragon—though he couldn’t claim to have ever pictured a green in any of the vague fantasies—and getting to stay with Mylo and never marry and avoid responsibility. Tazi just hadn’t realized how suddenly and thoroughly doing so would rip him from his old life and change it irrevocably. He often talked about how annoying members of his family were, but it felt like he’d lost them in a very permanent way. He’d see them all again, sure, but it would never be the same.
And there was very little any of them could do about it, just wait for things to play out.
Z’kel sighed, throwing caution to the wind and pressing his cheek against Mylorah’s hair.
“You’d better take care of your poor, corrupted lordling, Mylo, or my mother may be right and the Weyrs will eat me alive.” He shifted his head to place a brief, chaste kiss on her hair. “You’ll only eat me alive in the fun ways,” he added, trying to bring the mood back up.
Mylo’s offer of reassurance for his mother was appreciated, but Z’kel didn’t think he’d end up passing it on. His mother didn’t dislike Mylorah, but Z’kel knew she wouldn’t put much stock in a Weyr girl’s promise to protect her son, especially if she was already worked up about his well-being. Though the thought of Mylorah ‘keeping an eye on his virtue’ may make her laugh hard enough she’d forget she was worried for a few minutes. The image of the grumpy weyrlingmaster sneaking around to steal paper was also funny, and Z’kel grinned at Mylorah’s overly dramatized description.
“You can help me draft them,” Z’kel agreed. “I don’t think my family would appreciate letters not in my handwriting, though, pretty as yours is, and I’m not bothering to write to anyone else. You can include a letter of your own to Theri, if you like, she’d probably appreciate that.” Itherida liked Mylo, probably more than any of the rest of his family, and she’d definitely appreciate whatever—information? Reassurances?—Mylo could offer her when it came to the whole situation of him Impressing.
“I’m sure Yfris has already sent all the letters he needs or wants to send about how I’ve been corrupted to your side. It’ll be the talk of plenty of dinner parties for a while, certainly. Lord Tillek’s son, seduced to the Weyrs and stolen away from his good Holder family, and by a green dragon no less.” Z’kel laughed, and it only came out a little harsher than he intended.
Because he didn’t blame Seravath, or Mylorah. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t fantasized about Impressing a dragon—though he couldn’t claim to have ever pictured a green in any of the vague fantasies—and getting to stay with Mylo and never marry and avoid responsibility. Tazi just hadn’t realized how suddenly and thoroughly doing so would rip him from his old life and change it irrevocably. He often talked about how annoying members of his family were, but it felt like he’d lost them in a very permanent way. He’d see them all again, sure, but it would never be the same.
And there was very little any of them could do about it, just wait for things to play out.
Z’kel sighed, throwing caution to the wind and pressing his cheek against Mylorah’s hair.
“You’d better take care of your poor, corrupted lordling, Mylo, or my mother may be right and the Weyrs will eat me alive.” He shifted his head to place a brief, chaste kiss on her hair. “You’ll only eat me alive in the fun ways,” he added, trying to bring the mood back up.
