29.Aug.22, 01:20 PM
Tazikel was sweet with his effort to make her feel better about how bad her offer was. Of course his family would know his handwriting and of course they wouldn't want something from her, even if she started off with 'as dictated by'. They likely still wouldn't believe it and would accuse her of making everything up because lying and deceiving was right up there with whoring when it came to what was believed about the weyrbred. But she did like the idea of writing to Itherida herself and was disappointed in herself for not thinking to do such a thing sooner. She could check in with the woman, letting her know she would like to keep in touch, and update her on Tazikel's progress into becoming Z'kel.
"I promise to take care of you, sir Tazicurls," and she meant it. No matter how much he had indulged her over the years by listening to stories and learning more about the Weyrs--partly in exchange for her learning more about the Holds--Mylorah did worry he'd end up in various forms of trouble once they were allowed more freedom. Even if he Impressed a bronze, she still would worry for her lordling. It was a whole new way of life with new rules and a very different position from second son of a major Hold. She would help him in all ways, however she could, as long as he would let her.
She watched the dragonets getting along so well and smiled at how cute they were. Seravath was also such a sweetheart and Mylorah couldn't imagine what weyrlinghood would be like without her or Tazikel. She knew she would survive it just fine and would never know this moment if it didn't happen but it made her sad to think of that sad reality. A little sigh escaped before she gave a good overhead stretch of her arms. A shoulder was starting to feel a little stiff and maybe itchy so her cream puff was due another oiling. Mylorah almost reached for the bucket and rags but stopped and threw her arms around Tazikel once more.
"I'm so glad you're here," she whispered the words, too afraid to say them any louder as the truth kind of scared her and she didn't need to make it any realer than it was. It was also too close to strong affection and Amagrith stopped chewing on the stick to turn her curious gaze on the humans. Quickly, before any tantrums started, Mylorah tossed out, "hugs are good for greetings but sometimes hugs show everyone how happy you are. It's like when you join a cuddle puddle with your siblings and you're so content."
Amagrith seemed to consider this for a moment and then stood, leaving Seravath and the stick behind. Mylorah held her breath but the eyes didn't change colour and it seemed the gold accepted the explanation as she nodded, took a few steps closer, and then flopped down so her side was pressed up against Z'kel. "She doesn't just flop for anyone, you know. I think she likes you." He's all right.
"I promise to take care of you, sir Tazicurls," and she meant it. No matter how much he had indulged her over the years by listening to stories and learning more about the Weyrs--partly in exchange for her learning more about the Holds--Mylorah did worry he'd end up in various forms of trouble once they were allowed more freedom. Even if he Impressed a bronze, she still would worry for her lordling. It was a whole new way of life with new rules and a very different position from second son of a major Hold. She would help him in all ways, however she could, as long as he would let her.
She watched the dragonets getting along so well and smiled at how cute they were. Seravath was also such a sweetheart and Mylorah couldn't imagine what weyrlinghood would be like without her or Tazikel. She knew she would survive it just fine and would never know this moment if it didn't happen but it made her sad to think of that sad reality. A little sigh escaped before she gave a good overhead stretch of her arms. A shoulder was starting to feel a little stiff and maybe itchy so her cream puff was due another oiling. Mylorah almost reached for the bucket and rags but stopped and threw her arms around Tazikel once more.
"I'm so glad you're here," she whispered the words, too afraid to say them any louder as the truth kind of scared her and she didn't need to make it any realer than it was. It was also too close to strong affection and Amagrith stopped chewing on the stick to turn her curious gaze on the humans. Quickly, before any tantrums started, Mylorah tossed out, "hugs are good for greetings but sometimes hugs show everyone how happy you are. It's like when you join a cuddle puddle with your siblings and you're so content."
Amagrith seemed to consider this for a moment and then stood, leaving Seravath and the stick behind. Mylorah held her breath but the eyes didn't change colour and it seemed the gold accepted the explanation as she nodded, took a few steps closer, and then flopped down so her side was pressed up against Z'kel. "She doesn't just flop for anyone, you know. I think she likes you." He's all right.