29.May.18, 10:47 AM
Casa was less than thrilled by the early hour, or Thallyath demanding that she rise, bathe, dress and make an appearance. Of course, Casa would never have let a Hatching go by in her home Weyr without attending, but she would have liked to be woken up in a nicer way. Like maybe Thallyath could have asked Syrendryth to send T’ryn by to give her a nice good morning kiss? Would that be asking too much? Judging by Thallyath’s opinion of that thought, yes, yes it was. Casa pouted to herself as she made her way to the baths before coming back to get dressed, doing a mad (and very unladylike) dash down the hall in nothing but her towel. Honestly, she only did it to bait Thallyath, and was quite delighted when the dragon found it amusing.
Once she was back in her weyr, Casa bowed to Thallyath’s desires and pulled out one of her nicer gowns, a light and airy piece she’d had made especially a few weeks back. The summer was becoming unbearable and Casa, if she was going to be wearing gowns, wanted to wear something comfortable. The material was soft and gauzy, floating around her but falling in Thallyath-approved lengths to her ankles. It was sleeveless, underneath, but had long flowing ‘wings’ down the top of her arm. Or that was where they fell when she wasn’t rushing headlong down the hall towards T’ryn’s weyr.
“T’ryn?” Casa came to a stop outside his door, and knocked on it solidly, tilting her head and brushing her hair back from her face as she waited for him to appear. Thallyath had told her he was still in, since she’d invited herself to land on their ledge and the bronze was still there. She eyeballed him, but didn’t speak, as if daring him to put up a stink about her being there. She knew he didn’t like their riders being together any more than she did. Not because he’d said anything, but because she’d picked up on his expressions of disgust; as much as she didn’t like to accept it, chances were he had picked up on her own. Ugh.
When the bronzerider opened the door, looking harried but dressed, Casa threw her arms around his neck and kissed him happily. “The babies are hatching!” She stated the obvious, laughing excitedly as she leaned back a little bit, grinning up at T’ryn. “Are you ready?” She asked, stepping back and giving him a once over. Her grin turned naughty as her gaze lingered at his crotch, and she ran her hands down over his hips as she looked up at him from under her lashes. She’d been upping the ante on her invitations since her talk with Mylorah, but it seemed T’ryn was… nervous? Scared? As thick as a log of wet wood? She couldn’t decide. But he really wasn’t getting it. At any rate, now wasn’t the time to push the subject. Leaning up again, Casa kissed T’ryn with no small amount of frustration, and then took his hand.
“Come on, we’ll be late!” She teased, as if he’d been the one lingering.
Reaching the two dragons, it wasn’t long before Thallyath landed lightly on the Sands, chirping a cheerful greeting to Nadioth, though she kept a (very) respectful distance. She wouldn’t like to be crowded, or have dragons crowding her eggs, in Nadioth’s place! Leaving her dragon, and claiming T’ryn’s hand once more, Casa bounced cheerfully across the Sands, scanning the filling stands with interest. Turning her attention to the actual candidates, Casa waved happily at most of them, flashing a bright grin at Mylorah when she spotted the other girl.
“I like your sister,” Casa informed T’ryn, as if he were completely unaware of their friendship. Maybe he was! “I hope she Impresses a nice dragon.” Whether that was today or ‘next time’ was debatable. Honestly, Casa would like her on gold alongside herself, because then they could have fun and Thallyath would hopefully have a friend!
Once she was back in her weyr, Casa bowed to Thallyath’s desires and pulled out one of her nicer gowns, a light and airy piece she’d had made especially a few weeks back. The summer was becoming unbearable and Casa, if she was going to be wearing gowns, wanted to wear something comfortable. The material was soft and gauzy, floating around her but falling in Thallyath-approved lengths to her ankles. It was sleeveless, underneath, but had long flowing ‘wings’ down the top of her arm. Or that was where they fell when she wasn’t rushing headlong down the hall towards T’ryn’s weyr.
“T’ryn?” Casa came to a stop outside his door, and knocked on it solidly, tilting her head and brushing her hair back from her face as she waited for him to appear. Thallyath had told her he was still in, since she’d invited herself to land on their ledge and the bronze was still there. She eyeballed him, but didn’t speak, as if daring him to put up a stink about her being there. She knew he didn’t like their riders being together any more than she did. Not because he’d said anything, but because she’d picked up on his expressions of disgust; as much as she didn’t like to accept it, chances were he had picked up on her own. Ugh.
When the bronzerider opened the door, looking harried but dressed, Casa threw her arms around his neck and kissed him happily. “The babies are hatching!” She stated the obvious, laughing excitedly as she leaned back a little bit, grinning up at T’ryn. “Are you ready?” She asked, stepping back and giving him a once over. Her grin turned naughty as her gaze lingered at his crotch, and she ran her hands down over his hips as she looked up at him from under her lashes. She’d been upping the ante on her invitations since her talk with Mylorah, but it seemed T’ryn was… nervous? Scared? As thick as a log of wet wood? She couldn’t decide. But he really wasn’t getting it. At any rate, now wasn’t the time to push the subject. Leaning up again, Casa kissed T’ryn with no small amount of frustration, and then took his hand.
“Come on, we’ll be late!” She teased, as if he’d been the one lingering.
Reaching the two dragons, it wasn’t long before Thallyath landed lightly on the Sands, chirping a cheerful greeting to Nadioth, though she kept a (very) respectful distance. She wouldn’t like to be crowded, or have dragons crowding her eggs, in Nadioth’s place! Leaving her dragon, and claiming T’ryn’s hand once more, Casa bounced cheerfully across the Sands, scanning the filling stands with interest. Turning her attention to the actual candidates, Casa waved happily at most of them, flashing a bright grin at Mylorah when she spotted the other girl.
“I like your sister,” Casa informed T’ryn, as if he were completely unaware of their friendship. Maybe he was! “I hope she Impresses a nice dragon.” Whether that was today or ‘next time’ was debatable. Honestly, Casa would like her on gold alongside herself, because then they could have fun and Thallyath would hopefully have a friend!