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21.Jul.19, 02:34 AM
Well that happened.
T’ryn watched his sister skip away confused over the whirlwind good bye and amused at how she had said she’d go talk to Madiquel… and then didn’t. That was the most Mylorah thing Mylorah could do. He loved her but she was a bit scatter-brained sometimes.Sometimes? Syrendryth snorted but surprisingly didn’t add anything else. T’ryn suspected the sun was already making the dragon drowsy for his afternoon nap.
“Yeah, she is,” he agreed, just as lamely and gave an awkward little laugh as he reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. What now? They already talked about his dragon and Mylorah wasn’t there to keep the conversation flowing easily. He wasn’t good at meeting new people and still struggled with his attempts to talk to the goldriders, some he’d known for turns, when he was trying to be a good bronzerider and socialize like he was supposed to.
“She’s always like that,” he waved to where she had just been standing, as if that explained what he meant though it seemed obvious he meant everything about Mylorah. She was a whirlwind of energy, optimism, and a social butterfly. “If she’s not off to find cookies, she’s probably going to dance.” T’ryn wasn’t sure why talking about Mylorah seemed like a good idea but it was a subject he knew and Vaera had technically brought it up, didn’t she?
You are hopeless. Stop talking about your sister and ask Vaera about herself. The grumbling dragon lifted his head enough that he could look over the girl and stared at T’ryn in what he knew was the draconic version of a glare. He supposed it was a bit rude not to ask more about Vaera but what if she didn’t like sharing such things and he was just being rude for being nosy?
“So… when did you join Healer Hall? What’s it like?” He went to the Hall quite a bit to meet Madiquel but it wasn’t the same as actually attending the Hall. He mostly saw empty hallways and sometimes people bustling around while he waited for his young friend to join him so they could go for their usual walk together and sit in the field with Syrendryth.
T’ryn watched his sister skip away confused over the whirlwind good bye and amused at how she had said she’d go talk to Madiquel… and then didn’t. That was the most Mylorah thing Mylorah could do. He loved her but she was a bit scatter-brained sometimes.
“Yeah, she is,” he agreed, just as lamely and gave an awkward little laugh as he reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. What now? They already talked about his dragon and Mylorah wasn’t there to keep the conversation flowing easily. He wasn’t good at meeting new people and still struggled with his attempts to talk to the goldriders, some he’d known for turns, when he was trying to be a good bronzerider and socialize like he was supposed to.
“She’s always like that,” he waved to where she had just been standing, as if that explained what he meant though it seemed obvious he meant everything about Mylorah. She was a whirlwind of energy, optimism, and a social butterfly. “If she’s not off to find cookies, she’s probably going to dance.” T’ryn wasn’t sure why talking about Mylorah seemed like a good idea but it was a subject he knew and Vaera had technically brought it up, didn’t she?
“So… when did you join Healer Hall? What’s it like?” He went to the Hall quite a bit to meet Madiquel but it wasn’t the same as actually attending the Hall. He mostly saw empty hallways and sometimes people bustling around while he waited for his young friend to join him so they could go for their usual walk together and sit in the field with Syrendryth.
