23.Aug.19, 03:37 AM
Much to Mylorah's disappointment, she couldn't sneak in to give her three newly Impressed friends a hug. So many official people running around to make sure the dragonets survived and there was a discussion on how to move them and to where. All she wanted was to give out a brief hug and congratulate her friends! So she had to settle with getting as close as possible to each one, calling out their nicknames she had for each of them so they knew it was her and wishing them lots of love and she'd see them soon.
Since that was the best she could do for the moment, Mylorah turned her focus to one very handsome Lord she still couldn't believe actually came. Of course he said he would when she invited him and she knew he wouldn't lie to her, but there had still been a small part of her that wasn't sure if she would see T'ryn arrive with Tazikel.
Considering how emotional she had been and how horrible the Hatching was, Mylorah now wished he hadn't come and she really hoped he was okay. This was at least his first Hatching at Ista, maybe in general, and it was a lot to take in. She was used to such tragedies, though she never truly got over them, but for a Lord to witness such things? She supposed it was a good thing the hatchlings were too weak to maul anyone so Tazikel didn't have to see human loss of life. She'd definitely seen enough of that between Hatchings and the landslide for them both.
She crossed the Sands over to where her family was still clustered together--probably talking about the Hatching, survival chances, and maybe interrogating Taziekl--and slapped on a smile that became more genuine the closer she got to everyone. Sure, she was happy to see them all together and to know they were there to support her, but it was a certain second son that had her skipping rest of the way, calling out "Sir Tazicurls!"
She threw herself at him, arms looping around his neck and mouth going to mouth for a long and hard kiss. It probably wouldn't have been considered appropriate to do such a thing in front of family or at a Hold but they were thankfully at a Weyr where her family wouldn't bat an eye at such an enthusiastic greeting.
And yeah, that kiss she really, really wanted, was exactly what she needed and just as amazing as she remembered it being.
When she finally came up for air, Mylorah smiled and turned her attention to T'ryn standing to their side, "thank you so much for bringing him!" Gratitude given, her attention went back to her guest.
"I'm so glad you came! Can you stay a bit? I can show you around if you're interested. We can start with my room because I need to change because look at this thing," she stepped back to show off the hideous robe and scrunched her face up in detest, really wishing she had thought the invitation to the Hatching through a bit more.
Mylorah held out her hand for him to hopefully take if he decided to come with her and smiled shyly, "I'm only the Lady of a forgotten dance floor now so I'll understand if you're busy, Sir Tazicurls."
Since that was the best she could do for the moment, Mylorah turned her focus to one very handsome Lord she still couldn't believe actually came. Of course he said he would when she invited him and she knew he wouldn't lie to her, but there had still been a small part of her that wasn't sure if she would see T'ryn arrive with Tazikel.
Considering how emotional she had been and how horrible the Hatching was, Mylorah now wished he hadn't come and she really hoped he was okay. This was at least his first Hatching at Ista, maybe in general, and it was a lot to take in. She was used to such tragedies, though she never truly got over them, but for a Lord to witness such things? She supposed it was a good thing the hatchlings were too weak to maul anyone so Tazikel didn't have to see human loss of life. She'd definitely seen enough of that between Hatchings and the landslide for them both.
She crossed the Sands over to where her family was still clustered together--probably talking about the Hatching, survival chances, and maybe interrogating Taziekl--and slapped on a smile that became more genuine the closer she got to everyone. Sure, she was happy to see them all together and to know they were there to support her, but it was a certain second son that had her skipping rest of the way, calling out "Sir Tazicurls!"
She threw herself at him, arms looping around his neck and mouth going to mouth for a long and hard kiss. It probably wouldn't have been considered appropriate to do such a thing in front of family or at a Hold but they were thankfully at a Weyr where her family wouldn't bat an eye at such an enthusiastic greeting.
And yeah, that kiss she really, really wanted, was exactly what she needed and just as amazing as she remembered it being.
When she finally came up for air, Mylorah smiled and turned her attention to T'ryn standing to their side, "thank you so much for bringing him!" Gratitude given, her attention went back to her guest.
"I'm so glad you came! Can you stay a bit? I can show you around if you're interested. We can start with my room because I need to change because look at this thing," she stepped back to show off the hideous robe and scrunched her face up in detest, really wishing she had thought the invitation to the Hatching through a bit more.
Mylorah held out her hand for him to hopefully take if he decided to come with her and smiled shyly, "I'm only the Lady of a forgotten dance floor now so I'll understand if you're busy, Sir Tazicurls."