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17.Nov.18, 06:16 AM
T’ryn’s teasing words when he accepted her interest in continuing had a surprised laugh bursting from Casa’s lips, and she giggled mischievously behind her hand as she shook her head at him playfully. She had no idea if he was just speaking generally, or if he had heard some of the gossip she knew was floating around about her. She’d tried to keep a lid on it, more for Thallyath’s sake than her own – what did she care what people thought of her? – but she knew some variation of what she got up to end enjoyed was whispered amongst her peers. Honestly, so long as no one figured out she was spreading her legs for Azrin, she didn’t care; her relationship with him was too important to risk losing. Not because of some silly emotional commitment to the man, but because he was interesting and taught her things – interesting things – both in and out of the bedroom.
Because her laughter had her missing the wicked look T’ryn threw her way, and he was busy poking around by the time she gathered herself together again, Casa didn’t respond with the coy quip that had been brewing on her lips; a pity, she thought, pouting, but she wasn’t willing to ruin the easy companionship that had fallen back between them with her inexhaustible libido. Besides, she’d learned in the saddest possible way that her desires between the sheets didn’t align at all with T’ryn’s. He was so gentle and sweet, and she just knew he’d never be comfortable with the rough, dominating way she liked her partners to be when there were no clothes in the way.
Casa squealed in surprise when T’ry was suddenly bounding off the desk he’d been sitting on, shouting (or as good as, in the quiet!) and she spun around, her eyes wide and her hand clutching her chest. Casa scowled at T’ryn for a fraction of a second, before his enthusiasm infected her, and she lowered her hand and her expression softened. Her breathing returned to normal after a few beats and she tilted her head at her friend. She listened eagerly to his explanation, eyes widening this time from excitement and interest rather than surprised fear.
“That would make sense,” she said honestly, chewing on her thumb nail as she considered T’ryn and the theory he presented. “Whers can’t travel between so they couldn’t get rid of the skeletons like that; they could have burned them, I suppose, but Whers can’t fly, either, so I doubt they’d need to come up to the upper levels.” Casa shuddered. “Can you imagine what they actually found, in all the Weyrs?” But that left her wondering; had the one in the weyr that Thallyath stumbled across been left on purpose, or was it missed in their efforts to clean up. Was there any plan to reopen this Weyr any time soon? She frowned thoughtfully, staring at the floor as she thought, and was startled from her tumbling thoughts when T’ryn’s ‘skinny dipping’ registered.
Casa looked up, her eyebrows lifting and she eyed the soap he was holding up, and then his eager face. “Its cold as between out there!” She exclaimed, mind immediately jumping to the idea of washing in the lake. Then she frowned. “Oh! The Bathing rooms!” Surely they were still heated and working! After all, the volcano the Weyr was set in was what warmed all the waters and the Hatching Sands. “We can,” she said, looking at T’ryn seriously, “But we have to find a working bathing room first, and we should find some Candidate Robes or something, so we don’t risk our clothes getting… I don’t even know. But I’d be more comfortable not poking around in clothing I’m going to wear on my dragon.”
Maybe they could leave their clothes in one bathing room, and use a a different one before going to the first one when they were clean? Was she being too paranoid about all this? Casa pursed her lips. She really wanted to see the dragon skeleton, but she was absolutely not going to risk her annoying but wonderful dragon to do so!
Because her laughter had her missing the wicked look T’ryn threw her way, and he was busy poking around by the time she gathered herself together again, Casa didn’t respond with the coy quip that had been brewing on her lips; a pity, she thought, pouting, but she wasn’t willing to ruin the easy companionship that had fallen back between them with her inexhaustible libido. Besides, she’d learned in the saddest possible way that her desires between the sheets didn’t align at all with T’ryn’s. He was so gentle and sweet, and she just knew he’d never be comfortable with the rough, dominating way she liked her partners to be when there were no clothes in the way.
Casa squealed in surprise when T’ry was suddenly bounding off the desk he’d been sitting on, shouting (or as good as, in the quiet!) and she spun around, her eyes wide and her hand clutching her chest. Casa scowled at T’ryn for a fraction of a second, before his enthusiasm infected her, and she lowered her hand and her expression softened. Her breathing returned to normal after a few beats and she tilted her head at her friend. She listened eagerly to his explanation, eyes widening this time from excitement and interest rather than surprised fear.
“That would make sense,” she said honestly, chewing on her thumb nail as she considered T’ryn and the theory he presented. “Whers can’t travel between so they couldn’t get rid of the skeletons like that; they could have burned them, I suppose, but Whers can’t fly, either, so I doubt they’d need to come up to the upper levels.” Casa shuddered. “Can you imagine what they actually found, in all the Weyrs?” But that left her wondering; had the one in the weyr that Thallyath stumbled across been left on purpose, or was it missed in their efforts to clean up. Was there any plan to reopen this Weyr any time soon? She frowned thoughtfully, staring at the floor as she thought, and was startled from her tumbling thoughts when T’ryn’s ‘skinny dipping’ registered.
Casa looked up, her eyebrows lifting and she eyed the soap he was holding up, and then his eager face. “Its cold as between out there!” She exclaimed, mind immediately jumping to the idea of washing in the lake. Then she frowned. “Oh! The Bathing rooms!” Surely they were still heated and working! After all, the volcano the Weyr was set in was what warmed all the waters and the Hatching Sands. “We can,” she said, looking at T’ryn seriously, “But we have to find a working bathing room first, and we should find some Candidate Robes or something, so we don’t risk our clothes getting… I don’t even know. But I’d be more comfortable not poking around in clothing I’m going to wear on my dragon.”
Maybe they could leave their clothes in one bathing room, and use a a different one before going to the first one when they were clean? Was she being too paranoid about all this? Casa pursed her lips. She really wanted to see the dragon skeleton, but she was absolutely not going to risk her annoying but wonderful dragon to do so!
