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740.06.30 | Bouquet of Emotions - Casa - 30.Jun.19
Casa bolted through the Weyr, her hair a trail of golden strands behind her head, her dress whipping around her thighs as she dodged through confused people - dragonriders, candidates, weyrfolk - and stumbled occasionally. She managed to keep her feet, though, as she finally made her way to the community room she had been told Nerreh had last been seen, and threw herself against the door, barging in and looking around wildly.
It took her a few moments, but finally Casa spotted the blue rider, and she flung herself bodily at him, colliding with Nerreh as Casa misjudged both her speed and the distance between them. “En!” Casa gasped, gripping one of Nerreh’s arms with slim fingers, her eyes wide as she stared up. “Thally’s clutching!” She burst out, shifting her grip so both hands were clinging to Nerreh’s, and she proceeded to drag her friend from the room, tugging at intervals until the point was gotten and Nerreh jogged alongside her.
“She started a little before I came to get you,” Casa panted, still clinging to one of Nerreh’s hands as she led the way back to the Sands. Thallyath had said the other rider could come if it was so important, but that she wanted to be left alone, so Faxxonth wasn’t invited, and they weren’t to get in her way or bother her. Casa accepted it without issue, since she wasn’t sure she would like a million people gawking at her while she tried to give birth (horror!) and was just pleased Nerreh could sit with her up in the stands while Thallyath did her thing.
“Over here,” Casa whispered, as they entered through the goldrider’s passage, to slink around the edge of the Sands and find a seat on the other side of Thallyath, who had looked up when they entered. The dragon’s eyes had flashed a nasty looking red, before she went back to what she was doing. They really couldn’t see anything, but Casa didn’t care. She was nearby if her dragon needed her, and had company so she wouldn’t get bored. “Keep your voice down ‘cause she’s in a really bad mood,” Casa whispered into Nerreh’s ear, glancing towards her dragon with fond amusement.
Since the flight, Casa has been playfully feeding the rumour she carefully cultivated that Nerreh is a dude, like Faxxonth. She’s rather thoroughly fallen into thinking of Nerreh as ‘he’ and doesn’t care that it’s not ‘right’ or ‘weird’ as far as Pernese culture. Calls Nerreh ‘En’ because she can.
RE: 740.06.30 - Bouquet of Emotions - N'reh - 13.Jul.19
Nerreh spent a lot of free time lounging about, when she wasn’t taking care of Faxxonth or doing chores or Weyrling classes. That was his preference, while Faxx was a lot more active — though Nerreh couldn’t complain too much, all the running around after Faxx and washing his now midnight blue hide had done great things for Nerreh’s athleticism, despite his snacking habits and Nerreh was a lot more fit than he was used to these days — and when he wasn’t actively engaged in one of those activities, or dragged on an adventure with Faxxonth, Nerreh liked to hang out with friends in the Weyr’s common spaces. Though since Thallyath’s Flight Nerreh had been getting some weird responses from people — jealousy, disdain, scorn, respect, pride, lots of vulgar jokes, a weird number of questions about both her and Faxx’s genitals — that made spending too much time in public spaces awkward, because inevitably it would get too much or someone would go too far. Finally, though, it had started to calm down, and people were treating Nerreh mostly normally again, though there was still plenty of ‘I can’t believe Faxxonth was blue the whole time!’
Neither ‘Faxx is blue’ or ‘Faxx caught a gold’ had come up yet that day, and Nerreh was properly enjoying lounging about talking shit with his age mates. Someone had brought snacks from the dining cavern, and Nerreh loved food he didn’t have to put any effort into acquiring (though pilfered snacks or treats wheedled from the cooks were also rewarding in their own ways). Nerreh had just gotten in a rib at one of the other Weyrlings that made everyone laugh when a blonde whirlwind showed up to spirit him away.
“Right, okay,” Nerreh said, eyes wide as he stared at her. It took a moment for his body to catch up and actually move to follow her instead of just letting himself be dragged, but it got there, and he followed along behind her, not quite running but not exactly walking either. The whole experience was surreal, and Nerreh may have gaped a little as they entered the Hatching Grounds. He’d only been there once outside of a Hatching — on the kind of dare teenagers gave each other, and there hadn’t been a gold dragon on the Sands at the time, and all they’d done was step on the edge of the Sands for a minute and then leave — so being allowed there while a gold dragon was clutching was… insane. The rumors and gossip had died down, but they would absolutely pick back up now that there were eggs on the Sands. Fuck.
Nerreh followed as close to Casa as possible, as if proximity to the goldrider made him invisible to Thallyath, shooting only one awed glance at the dragon before keeping his eyes firmly on Casa and ground in front of them. He settled in next to Casa, and nodded emphatically at the request to keep his voice down — Nerreh was a weyrbrat and didn’t have a death wish, which gave him a healthy respect for gold dragons and a desire to not fuck with them. Nerreh wasn’t willing to just start talking first, though if Casa said something that required a verbal answer he would respond very quietly. For the moment Nerreh just stared at Casa, still not sure that all of this was real.