03.Oct.17, 09:28 PM
Casa glanced politely at the Weyrleader when he spoke, keeping her features her usual mix of polite and sunny. His words would have stung, if she hadn’t been hearing them every day for the past couple of Turns from Thallyath; the dragon really knew how to add poison to her tart comments, so M’ris’ just slid off Casa’s cheerful shoulder’s without leaving a mark. Bright eyes turned to Ameris as she spoke, and she grinned in response to the comment about Thallyath being a good match for her.
“She’s a grumpy workaholic,” she laughed, nabbing another piece of fruit. Her tone carried all her love for the gold dragon, however, contrasting to the negative statement. Thallyath was constantly harping on about something or the other, demanding Casa do this or that, reminding her to stand tall and sit straight; to wear dresses and curtsy correctly. To take small steps, because running is for children and long strides are for men. Casa was not looking forward to her dragon getting proddy.
It was a good thing Ameris spoke her name, because Casa had been lost in her own world of thoughts until the elder godlrider called her back. Casa blinked up at Ameris, realising both she and the Weyrleader were watching her (albeit with vastly different expressions) and she flushed, realising she’d missed an important question. Thallyath made a snide comment in the back of her mind, not bothering to dig her rider out of the pit she’d unintentionally fallen into. Thankfully, Ameris saved her, though whether by design or not could be debated.
“I’d be honoured,” she answered truthfully, looking between the two adults and wondering how she had just ended up babysitting their infant. Obviously they didn’t want to take little Eris to Telgar (Casa didn’t think taking an infant between would be very good for it,) but she wasn’t sure how she had ended up being their defacto babysitter. She would have rather tagged along on the visit to the other Weyr – she and Thallyath didn’t get to go on many outings, mostly because Thallyath was a bore and felt they were more use on their home soil.
“When did you want me to watch her?” she wasn’t sure who to direct the question to, and her bright gaze switched between M’ris and Ameris curiously.
“She’s a grumpy workaholic,” she laughed, nabbing another piece of fruit. Her tone carried all her love for the gold dragon, however, contrasting to the negative statement. Thallyath was constantly harping on about something or the other, demanding Casa do this or that, reminding her to stand tall and sit straight; to wear dresses and curtsy correctly. To take small steps, because running is for children and long strides are for men. Casa was not looking forward to her dragon getting proddy.
It was a good thing Ameris spoke her name, because Casa had been lost in her own world of thoughts until the elder godlrider called her back. Casa blinked up at Ameris, realising both she and the Weyrleader were watching her (albeit with vastly different expressions) and she flushed, realising she’d missed an important question. Thallyath made a snide comment in the back of her mind, not bothering to dig her rider out of the pit she’d unintentionally fallen into. Thankfully, Ameris saved her, though whether by design or not could be debated.
“I’d be honoured,” she answered truthfully, looking between the two adults and wondering how she had just ended up babysitting their infant. Obviously they didn’t want to take little Eris to Telgar (Casa didn’t think taking an infant between would be very good for it,) but she wasn’t sure how she had ended up being their defacto babysitter. She would have rather tagged along on the visit to the other Weyr – she and Thallyath didn’t get to go on many outings, mostly because Thallyath was a bore and felt they were more use on their home soil.
“When did you want me to watch her?” she wasn’t sure who to direct the question to, and her bright gaze switched between M’ris and Ameris curiously.