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03.Nov.18, 04:35 AM
Casa heard the knock on her door enough to have it enter her strange dreams, and she mumbled under her breath as she rolled over, flinging her arm out and hitting her bed mate in the face. That woke them both up, and Casa grumbled under her breath as the man rolled over and went back to sleep with a snort. Her nose scrunched up, and she decided she might as well pee since she was awake, suddenly aware of her bladder. It was Thallyath’s sleepy advice she put on something because there was someone on the other side of her door, that had Casa pausing.
It’s Syrendryth’s, the dragon sighed sleepily; ever since it had become apparent that Casa wasn’t going to tie herself down to the dumb human, or expect her to spend way too much time with his dumb bronze, Thallyath had ended up erring on the side of neutral uncaring. Her rider could spend time with them, if she wanted, so long as she didn’t go down the whole Let’s Be Mates Forever path again. She didn’t think that would happen, though. Casa was having far too much fun with her revolving door of dragonriders and her affair with the Lord Holder – who was the only one Thallyath approved of. Primarily because he was (unintentionally) assisting the dragon in making Casa a better Lady – at least publicly. The things he was teaching her behind closed doors well, so long as they stayed behind closed doors.
Thallyath had heard him make a quip about a ‘Lady in the streets, a whore in the sheets’ and Thallyath could work with that. So long as Casa was a ‘Lady in the streets’ she didn’t care what her silly rider got up to; not enough to make Casa’s life painful, anyway.
“Oh!” Tumbling out of bed, Casa ignored her snoring lover in order to find an item of clothing, any item, and pull it on. She ended up with one of her more alluring nightgowns; mostly sheer and barely long enough to cover her rear, it really wasn’t the type of thing you would greet a friend with at the door, but honestly, Casa greeted most of her lovers naked, so any form of clothing was suitable for a friend. Pulling the door open, Casa blinked blearily at the soft lighting in the hall, before focusing on and smiling at T’ryn.
“Hello!” The rather babbling invitation had Casa’s head tilting slightly to one side, before she grinned brightly. “Okay!” The quip about her putting on ‘at least shoes’ had Casa stifling a laugh behind her hand, and she smirked teasingly at T’ryn before grabbing his hand and drawing him into the weyr. “There should be food and drinks in the kitchen area,” she murmured, keeping her voice down as she closed the door. “No drugs,” she reassured, eyes twinkling in the dim light of a glow she’d fished up. “Gather some and I’ll bring a bag out when I’m dressed, and we can filch anything else from the kitchens before we go!”
Leaving T’ryn to his task, Casa danced off to the bedroom; the Candidate in her bed was still asleep, but the young goldrider completely ignored him as she pulled on suitable clothing: comfortable pants and sturdy boots. She even wore underwear, though it was mostly an unused piece of clothing in the past several months. With winter only a breath away, Casa dug up some of her unworn winter-wear, a warm long-sleeved top and a heavy jacket. She didn’t wear them in Ista, but she was aware that High Reaches was up near the mountains, and a lot cooler than Ista. Pulling her jacket on, she darted out of her bedroom, closing the door quietly behind her, and then made her way over to T’ryn. They put the items in the bag she’d found, and then she studied what he was wearing.
“High Reaches will be really cold, especially compared to here,” she warned, “They will probably even have snow already.” She held up her scarf and mittens as proof. “Go get some winter clothes, like you wore when we went to your Aunts. I’ll take Thallyath down and get some more food from the kitchens. Meet you near the lake?” Once she had his agreement, Casa grinned and gave him a quick hug (but no kiss, even though she wanted to plant a friendly one on his cheek) and then bounced off to put riding straps on her dragon, who grumbled half-heartedly about losing out on sleep.
Thallyath had heard him make a quip about a ‘Lady in the streets, a whore in the sheets’ and Thallyath could work with that. So long as Casa was a ‘Lady in the streets’ she didn’t care what her silly rider got up to; not enough to make Casa’s life painful, anyway.
“Oh!” Tumbling out of bed, Casa ignored her snoring lover in order to find an item of clothing, any item, and pull it on. She ended up with one of her more alluring nightgowns; mostly sheer and barely long enough to cover her rear, it really wasn’t the type of thing you would greet a friend with at the door, but honestly, Casa greeted most of her lovers naked, so any form of clothing was suitable for a friend. Pulling the door open, Casa blinked blearily at the soft lighting in the hall, before focusing on and smiling at T’ryn.
“Hello!” The rather babbling invitation had Casa’s head tilting slightly to one side, before she grinned brightly. “Okay!” The quip about her putting on ‘at least shoes’ had Casa stifling a laugh behind her hand, and she smirked teasingly at T’ryn before grabbing his hand and drawing him into the weyr. “There should be food and drinks in the kitchen area,” she murmured, keeping her voice down as she closed the door. “No drugs,” she reassured, eyes twinkling in the dim light of a glow she’d fished up. “Gather some and I’ll bring a bag out when I’m dressed, and we can filch anything else from the kitchens before we go!”
Leaving T’ryn to his task, Casa danced off to the bedroom; the Candidate in her bed was still asleep, but the young goldrider completely ignored him as she pulled on suitable clothing: comfortable pants and sturdy boots. She even wore underwear, though it was mostly an unused piece of clothing in the past several months. With winter only a breath away, Casa dug up some of her unworn winter-wear, a warm long-sleeved top and a heavy jacket. She didn’t wear them in Ista, but she was aware that High Reaches was up near the mountains, and a lot cooler than Ista. Pulling her jacket on, she darted out of her bedroom, closing the door quietly behind her, and then made her way over to T’ryn. They put the items in the bag she’d found, and then she studied what he was wearing.
“High Reaches will be really cold, especially compared to here,” she warned, “They will probably even have snow already.” She held up her scarf and mittens as proof. “Go get some winter clothes, like you wore when we went to your Aunts. I’ll take Thallyath down and get some more food from the kitchens. Meet you near the lake?” Once she had his agreement, Casa grinned and gave him a quick hug (but no kiss, even though she wanted to plant a friendly one on his cheek) and then bounced off to put riding straps on her dragon, who grumbled half-heartedly about losing out on sleep.
