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10.Dec.18, 05:58 AM
Casa tilted her head, considering what T’ryn said in summary of her own words, and then smiled brightly in the dim light. “Exactly,” her tone held a whisper of amusement; she knew she was being paranoid and a little over the top, but really, her dragon’s life was worth that – and her own, really, since she couldn’t imagine living for even a moment without Thallyath. The thought itself made her stomach coil in terrified nausea. Taking a deep breath, Casa released the air slowly even as she reached forward to take T’ryn’s hand and held tight as he lead them out of the room. Honestly, she didn’t really like the idea of wearing something so old, especially when she knew it wouldn’t have been taken care of in that time, but she also knew it was too cold to go naked, and she was pretty sure T’ryn would be more uncomfortable by that!
They backtracked quickly, finding the barracks after only a couple of false starts that had Casa deciding she needed to work on her ability to recall directions, especially inside the Weyr. Maybe Azrin would have some ideas for how she could learn the lay of buildings quickly and easily – if nothing else, it would be a fun way to find rooms she could hide and fuck in when she was doing the whole ‘I’m a wonderful good goldrider and aren’t I pretty’ at social gatherings. They were such a bore, though misleading and playing mind games with the Holders usually made up or it, and she usually got paid for her good behaviour with hot sex, so she supposed it could be a lot worse.
Once they’d fond some old robes, which were clearly unloved and Casa was surprised they were even in one piece – what had they been made from?! – they’d been able to quickly find a bathing room. Casa carefully put hteir clothing on the very farthest side and they slipped into the robes, trotting back out to the closest ledge so Thallyath could pick them up and drop them off on a nearby ledge. Casa had been more than slightly surprised that Syrendryth wasn’t eating Thallyath alive for daring to touch his rider, but maybe he was sleeping or found something else to poke at? Either way, they slipped back into the Weyr and made their way to the private weyr in question. It was as they were standing outside the door that Casa felt her courage leave her. And not in a trickle or anything; it gushed out and ran for the fucking hills, leaving her staring at the door without moving, her face pale.
Could they do this? Should they do this? Was it worth the risk? What if they somehow managed to get sick? What if they caused the whole Plague to spring up again and decimate the dragon population once more? What if some stupid firelizard came looking for one of them, and somehow got sick again and the whole damned past was repeated? Casa couldn’t bring herself to move, not forward anyway, and instead stepped back a pace, letting T’ryn lead the way if he thought they should, but also more than eager to bolt back towards the baths… She wanted to see the skeleton, but the what ifs were making her feel sick with fear.
They backtracked quickly, finding the barracks after only a couple of false starts that had Casa deciding she needed to work on her ability to recall directions, especially inside the Weyr. Maybe Azrin would have some ideas for how she could learn the lay of buildings quickly and easily – if nothing else, it would be a fun way to find rooms she could hide and fuck in when she was doing the whole ‘I’m a wonderful good goldrider and aren’t I pretty’ at social gatherings. They were such a bore, though misleading and playing mind games with the Holders usually made up or it, and she usually got paid for her good behaviour with hot sex, so she supposed it could be a lot worse.
Once they’d fond some old robes, which were clearly unloved and Casa was surprised they were even in one piece – what had they been made from?! – they’d been able to quickly find a bathing room. Casa carefully put hteir clothing on the very farthest side and they slipped into the robes, trotting back out to the closest ledge so Thallyath could pick them up and drop them off on a nearby ledge. Casa had been more than slightly surprised that Syrendryth wasn’t eating Thallyath alive for daring to touch his rider, but maybe he was sleeping or found something else to poke at? Either way, they slipped back into the Weyr and made their way to the private weyr in question. It was as they were standing outside the door that Casa felt her courage leave her. And not in a trickle or anything; it gushed out and ran for the fucking hills, leaving her staring at the door without moving, her face pale.
Could they do this? Should they do this? Was it worth the risk? What if they somehow managed to get sick? What if they caused the whole Plague to spring up again and decimate the dragon population once more? What if some stupid firelizard came looking for one of them, and somehow got sick again and the whole damned past was repeated? Casa couldn’t bring herself to move, not forward anyway, and instead stepped back a pace, letting T’ryn lead the way if he thought they should, but also more than eager to bolt back towards the baths… She wanted to see the skeleton, but the what ifs were making her feel sick with fear.
