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27.Jul.18, 10:38 AM
Casa glowed with delight when M’ris finally agreed that K’tir would be suitable and she bounced on the balls of her feet a couple of times. Of course, that was when he spoke up again and she paused, falling forward a half step and then tilting her head, frowning. “Okay,” she shrugged, not really caring one wit who was in charge, so long as she got to run the camp her way. Which K’tir would let her do, if only because he didn’t want to do it himself. Besides, he was there to keep them alive and Casa could appreciate that. They’d also have half a wing’s worth of dragons to keep people from drowning or getting sunstroke.
They’d be fine.
If K’tir wanted to pretend to be a Weyrleader for thirty-six hours, that was his reward for tagging along. Or his M’ris-known one, anyway, since Casa had all kinds of ideas about how to reward the brownrider for being so kind as to play her game of sexual camping. The fact that M’ris himself wanted to talk to K’tir caused Casa some pause, though; she’d really have to get to the brownrider first, otherwise M’ris might be able to talk him out of it – or not encourage him to actually do it – and her camping trip would putter out before the flames were lit.
She couldn’t let that happen!
“Thank you, Weyrleader!” Casa gushed, deciding she needed to talk to K’tir a-sap if she wanted to get him on her side. Maybe throw in some sex if he needed an extra push in the right direction; she was happy to do that! “You won’t regret this!” Okay, so he might, if someone blabbed what was going to happen down on the beach, or told too many tales when they got back. The grape-vine was pretty bad for that, but on the whole, so long as no one died, Casa didn’t really think M’ris would care if his younger dragonriders were taking off on beach-side camping trips to have orgies.
After all, it would mean they weren’t anywhere near the Weyr for his kids to stumble across!
They’d be fine.
If K’tir wanted to pretend to be a Weyrleader for thirty-six hours, that was his reward for tagging along. Or his M’ris-known one, anyway, since Casa had all kinds of ideas about how to reward the brownrider for being so kind as to play her game of sexual camping. The fact that M’ris himself wanted to talk to K’tir caused Casa some pause, though; she’d really have to get to the brownrider first, otherwise M’ris might be able to talk him out of it – or not encourage him to actually do it – and her camping trip would putter out before the flames were lit.
She couldn’t let that happen!
“Thank you, Weyrleader!” Casa gushed, deciding she needed to talk to K’tir a-sap if she wanted to get him on her side. Maybe throw in some sex if he needed an extra push in the right direction; she was happy to do that! “You won’t regret this!” Okay, so he might, if someone blabbed what was going to happen down on the beach, or told too many tales when they got back. The grape-vine was pretty bad for that, but on the whole, so long as no one died, Casa didn’t really think M’ris would care if his younger dragonriders were taking off on beach-side camping trips to have orgies.
After all, it would mean they weren’t anywhere near the Weyr for his kids to stumble across!
