27.Nov.20, 06:26 PM
“I met Yfris at Benden’s Gather months ago and we met up again at Telgar’s.” When had K’dar met Yfris and how did they become friends? She struggled to think of two people that were as opposites as they were but she also knew that saying about opposites attracting. Yfris was also extremely charming in his own way and while she would have thought that would scare her brother off, maybe he had been too overwhelmed to do anything more than go along with whatever and become friends. She also wanted to know why they were discussing her and what the lordling said. Again, she’d have to walk carefully because she didn’t want K’dar to know how the ladies treated her and most of the lords viewed her.
She wanted to stay silent all together but his big brothering was kicking in and so was his desire to smother her. Annoyance and a hint of anger was rising with each new word he spoke and she set her mouth in a thin line. It seemed like he forgot she wasn’t twelve anymore and he was only eleven months older than her. “You stop that right this instant, Korlindar.” She never used his full name and had almost forgotten it until Tiberuth gave the honorific and she did her best to respect the dragon’s decision and use that name but she felt he would be okay with pulling out the full name to chide him.
“One, you’re only eleven months older than me so stop treating me like I’m still a kid that needs a constant guardian. Two, you’re about eighteen months too late for that warning as I spend time regularly with Tazikel, second son of Tillek Hold and T’ryn ferries us back and forth when needed because he trusts me and Tazikel.” She paused long enough to dither on what else to tell him. On one hand, he was right to worry and she didn’t want to point that out but on the other, he needed to know she could take care of what they were throwing at her.
“And three, I already know what they’re like. I’ve been teased, called names, and accused of sleeping with lords that aren’t paying the catty bitches enough attention because I’m clearly the reason they aren’t getting what they want. So yes, I’m sure you’ve heard all sorts of rumours and I really don’t care what they say since the people that matter don’t believe any of it.” She hoped. Slumping down in the chair, Mylorah picked up her mug again and enjoyed a deep inhale of the enticing scent of klah, using it to steady herself.
“I love you and only want you to trust me. I don’t need you to threaten everyone I know or constantly check up on me.” Honestly, at this rate she wouldn’t be surprised if he demanded she move to Telgar and they could share a two room weyr.
She wanted to stay silent all together but his big brothering was kicking in and so was his desire to smother her. Annoyance and a hint of anger was rising with each new word he spoke and she set her mouth in a thin line. It seemed like he forgot she wasn’t twelve anymore and he was only eleven months older than her. “You stop that right this instant, Korlindar.” She never used his full name and had almost forgotten it until Tiberuth gave the honorific and she did her best to respect the dragon’s decision and use that name but she felt he would be okay with pulling out the full name to chide him.
“One, you’re only eleven months older than me so stop treating me like I’m still a kid that needs a constant guardian. Two, you’re about eighteen months too late for that warning as I spend time regularly with Tazikel, second son of Tillek Hold and T’ryn ferries us back and forth when needed because he trusts me and Tazikel.” She paused long enough to dither on what else to tell him. On one hand, he was right to worry and she didn’t want to point that out but on the other, he needed to know she could take care of what they were throwing at her.
“And three, I already know what they’re like. I’ve been teased, called names, and accused of sleeping with lords that aren’t paying the catty bitches enough attention because I’m clearly the reason they aren’t getting what they want. So yes, I’m sure you’ve heard all sorts of rumours and I really don’t care what they say since the people that matter don’t believe any of it.” She hoped. Slumping down in the chair, Mylorah picked up her mug again and enjoyed a deep inhale of the enticing scent of klah, using it to steady herself.
“I love you and only want you to trust me. I don’t need you to threaten everyone I know or constantly check up on me.” Honestly, at this rate she wouldn’t be surprised if he demanded she move to Telgar and they could share a two room weyr.