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30.Jan.23, 05:11 PM
As Mylorah led him to her—soon to be their—new weyr, Z’kel felt simultaneously wracked with nerves and filled with elation. He was going to get to live with Mylorah! Even a few months ago the idea had been a far off daydream of what-ifs, and now he was giddy with the very present now where he was going to see what would be their shared home by the end of the next month. Honestly, it was a good thing Mylorah was swinging their linked hands because Z’kel didn’t know what he would do with all the energy buzzing through him otherwise. Skipping down the hall would be a tad undignified, and Z’kel still had his pride.
He had to restrain himself from dashing inside as soon as the door was open, instead turning to Mylo and, with a courtly boy, gestured through the door. “After you, my lady.” As soon as she was through Z’kel followed, eyes roving the new space in excitement.
“This is actually enough space for people to live in,” he said, doing an almost sedate spin in the center of the main room. “I’m positive she was doing it on purpose, but some of the single greenrider weyrs V’ra showed me were hardly better than glorified closets with a dragon ledge. Oh, speaking of—” Z’kel trailed off and moved towards what he assumed was the entrance to the dragon section of the weyr. Through the door he found Seravath and Amagrith, the former of whom was trotting around and poking her nose in every corner.
“This space is massive,” Z’kel said as Seravath came over to greet him and Mylorah. “Much better than those little closets, right Sera?”
Amagrith and I could both have friends over at the same time, Seravath said, bobbing her head in a semblance of a nod. Observation given, she went back to exploring the weyr. Z’kel laughed and turned back to Mylorah.
“All right, what’s next? The coveted private bath, or—” Z’kel cut that thought off, suddenly worried. There were bedrooms in the Junior Weyrwoman weyr, weren’t there? Plural, as in, they could each have their own room. Z’kel wasn’t sure he wanted his own bedroom, but he was already encroaching so much on Mylorah’s space, and he knew she liked her freedom. He’d kind of unconsciously assumed they’d share a bedroom, but now that he was here Z’kel was second guessing that assumption. She’d invited him to live with her, sure, after some not very subtle hints he would be interested in that, but that didn’t mean she wanted to share a bed with him all the time. Plenty of lord’s wives had their own bedrooms, or even a second bed in the master bedroom. And it was, officially, Mylorah’s weyr, and if she wanted her own bedroom, she would get her own bedroom. Even if it was technically his weyr, Z’kel would give Mylo her own bedroom if she wanted one.
Agh, this living with people thing was so complicated. Hold life could be restrictive, sure, but Z’kel was realizing sometimes it could be nice to have what you were supposed to do laid out nicely for you.
He had to restrain himself from dashing inside as soon as the door was open, instead turning to Mylo and, with a courtly boy, gestured through the door. “After you, my lady.” As soon as she was through Z’kel followed, eyes roving the new space in excitement.
“This is actually enough space for people to live in,” he said, doing an almost sedate spin in the center of the main room. “I’m positive she was doing it on purpose, but some of the single greenrider weyrs V’ra showed me were hardly better than glorified closets with a dragon ledge. Oh, speaking of—” Z’kel trailed off and moved towards what he assumed was the entrance to the dragon section of the weyr. Through the door he found Seravath and Amagrith, the former of whom was trotting around and poking her nose in every corner.
“This space is massive,” Z’kel said as Seravath came over to greet him and Mylorah. “Much better than those little closets, right Sera?”
“All right, what’s next? The coveted private bath, or—” Z’kel cut that thought off, suddenly worried. There were bedrooms in the Junior Weyrwoman weyr, weren’t there? Plural, as in, they could each have their own room. Z’kel wasn’t sure he wanted his own bedroom, but he was already encroaching so much on Mylorah’s space, and he knew she liked her freedom. He’d kind of unconsciously assumed they’d share a bedroom, but now that he was here Z’kel was second guessing that assumption. She’d invited him to live with her, sure, after some not very subtle hints he would be interested in that, but that didn’t mean she wanted to share a bed with him all the time. Plenty of lord’s wives had their own bedrooms, or even a second bed in the master bedroom. And it was, officially, Mylorah’s weyr, and if she wanted her own bedroom, she would get her own bedroom. Even if it was technically his weyr, Z’kel would give Mylo her own bedroom if she wanted one.
Agh, this living with people thing was so complicated. Hold life could be restrictive, sure, but Z’kel was realizing sometimes it could be nice to have what you were supposed to do laid out nicely for you.
