01.Mar.18, 07:18 AM
Casa listened with wide eyes as T’ryn babbled about his extended family. She didn’t have a lot of family… any family, really. Well, that wasn’t really true – her blueriding father had claimed her when she was a child and she had half siblings by the man floating around, but she didn’t have any family like T’ryn did! She didn’t have amazing aunts and unpleasant cousins. Casa shook off her thoughts and nodded in understanding when Volfetti came up. The woman was practically a legend among the population from Katila, what with how she’d tried to escape and how she’d hated every moment of Katila, and how she’d named her son Benden, and then opened the flood gate for women and children to come to R’nd to claim him as a parent. She giggled. “Poor R’nd,” she tittered, imagining the kind of things Volfetti might inform his sister about him.
If her eyes hadn’t already been so wide, they would have widened more at the announcement that T’ryn’s uncle was a Lord, though it sounded like he was a minor one, he was still a Lord! To a country bumpkin like Casa, that sounded as awe-inspiring to her as many holder folk found the idea of Impressing to a gold dragon. She licked her lips, and tilted her head. “That’s so cool!” Even if he did not like him, or get along with him, it was still cool! She smiled teasingly, “Look at you! Bronzerider, Lordling nephew,” she stuck her tongue out with good nature and giggled.
“Oh! I’d like that!” Casa breathed out the words, not much above a whisper, looking awestruck at the idea. Thallyath couldn’t even bitch about it, because it was part of her requirement as a goldrider to be aware of the land and layout of Pern, even if the part in question wasn’t in her own region; she could end up in any Weyr at any point in time! It was good to know the layout of the world she lived in! Casa beamed, pleased with the argument she had come up with before Thallyath could even dash her hope.
If her eyes hadn’t already been so wide, they would have widened more at the announcement that T’ryn’s uncle was a Lord, though it sounded like he was a minor one, he was still a Lord! To a country bumpkin like Casa, that sounded as awe-inspiring to her as many holder folk found the idea of Impressing to a gold dragon. She licked her lips, and tilted her head. “That’s so cool!” Even if he did not like him, or get along with him, it was still cool! She smiled teasingly, “Look at you! Bronzerider, Lordling nephew,” she stuck her tongue out with good nature and giggled.
“Oh! I’d like that!” Casa breathed out the words, not much above a whisper, looking awestruck at the idea. Thallyath couldn’t even bitch about it, because it was part of her requirement as a goldrider to be aware of the land and layout of Pern, even if the part in question wasn’t in her own region; she could end up in any Weyr at any point in time! It was good to know the layout of the world she lived in! Casa beamed, pleased with the argument she had come up with before Thallyath could even dash her hope.