05.Feb.18, 08:10 AM
Casa giggled when T'ryn flopped back onto his rear, her smile teasing and bright, green eyes sparkling in amusement at his motion. It wasn't every day she got to get such an extreme response out of anyone but Thallyath, and the golden dragon wasn't inclined to physically display her shock at something Casa said or did – no, she much preferred to give Casa a headache! Casa blinked when T'ryn answered, apparently looking to his dragon for help. She frowned, her cheerful expression fading away behind the furrowed eyebrows and she tilted her head.
“Oh,” she replied, flushing slightly and dropping her gaze to her knees. It didn't take a genius to figure out what it was that T'ryn wasn't saying. Casa wrung her fingers together and grimaced, looking up when her bronze companion finally came to a faltering end of his ramble. “I guess it is weird, us being Weyrbrats and not being... flighty.” Her nose was still scrunched up as she looked up to meat T'ryn's eyes. The Weyrwoman – especially the mentor – had really been pushing her to get some experience before Thallyath decided to Fly. Casa wanted to, but she also, well, there just wasn't anyone that took her fancy. Not after her childhood crush had died in the landslide... Faranth knows she couldn't bear the thought of that kind of pain again, to lose someone so close and special.
It doesn't need to be someone special, Thallyath put in primly, tilting her head to look at Casa with a single judgemental eye. He simply needs to be proper. Respectable. Worthy. Of course, in the dragon's opinion, that didn't leave a very big pool of candidates. Part of why she insisted she hadn't taken to the sky yet; there simply wasn't anyone good enough to catch her. Casa rolled her eyes, threw a dirty look at her dragon, but didn't elaborate to T'ryn. “You have an aunt around here?” she asked instead, eyebrows arching curiously.
“Oh,” she replied, flushing slightly and dropping her gaze to her knees. It didn't take a genius to figure out what it was that T'ryn wasn't saying. Casa wrung her fingers together and grimaced, looking up when her bronze companion finally came to a faltering end of his ramble. “I guess it is weird, us being Weyrbrats and not being... flighty.” Her nose was still scrunched up as she looked up to meat T'ryn's eyes. The Weyrwoman – especially the mentor – had really been pushing her to get some experience before Thallyath decided to Fly. Casa wanted to, but she also, well, there just wasn't anyone that took her fancy. Not after her childhood crush had died in the landslide... Faranth knows she couldn't bear the thought of that kind of pain again, to lose someone so close and special.