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18.Apr.19, 10:26 AM
It didn’t take long for curiosity to get the better of Casa, to overwhelm her fear. After all, she reasoned, Syrendryth wouldn’t put T’ryn’s life at risk (or let him risk his own life) even if it meant showing up Casa, that she was sure of. Primarily, because Thallyath would never let Casa do anything to risk either of them, just to be ‘better’ than the ‘ridiculous bronze’. So, while Casa was still distinctly uncomfortable, and while she was also convinced that something bad was likely to come of their late-night adventure, she just couldn’t bring herself to remain uncomfortably in the hall while T’ryn had been inside for ages.
Creeping into the room, her shoulders drawn up and her posture more than slightly hunched, Casa tip-toed further into the darkness, balancing the little lightstone on the back of her hand, because she was too inclined to clench it in her fist, and it really couldn’t give off any light in such a grasp. Besides; the balancing act forced her to concentrate on more than her fear, and before she knew it, she was on the edge of the dragon’s room, hesitating as her eyes adjusted to the sliver of extra light that T’ryn’s stone and the moons provided.
Casa jumped, causing her stone to tumble to the ground and roll over towards T’ryn, when he spoke. Clutching at her chest, eyes wide and heart pounding, Casa gulped for breath as she calmed herself and crept close to her friend, eyeing the skeleton with fascination. Casa could feel a curious and repulsed Thallyath also peering through her eyes, too wary to actually come back to the ledge herself. “Wow,” Casa breathed, coming to stand right behind T’ryn, one knee pressed to his back. She was still trembling, but her curiosity was fierce. “Do you think it’s a green?” She asked softly, picking up her stone and walking along the skeleton, lighting it up step by step, the shadows leaping and retreating. “It’s so small…”
I am small. But I am not green! Thallyath snorted, the sound carrying in the still air from the ledge a couple of weyrs across.
“Thallyath reminds me that pre-plague were smaller, though,” Casa paraphrased her dragon, picking up on that which went unsaid along their bond. Her dragon wasn’t wrong, though – a lot of the elder dragons were a lot smaller than the current ones. Still… Casa slowly made her way back to T’ryn. She wasn’t game to touch the skeleton like he was, and her gut was still active with anxiety, but she was now on a mission for answers!
Creeping into the room, her shoulders drawn up and her posture more than slightly hunched, Casa tip-toed further into the darkness, balancing the little lightstone on the back of her hand, because she was too inclined to clench it in her fist, and it really couldn’t give off any light in such a grasp. Besides; the balancing act forced her to concentrate on more than her fear, and before she knew it, she was on the edge of the dragon’s room, hesitating as her eyes adjusted to the sliver of extra light that T’ryn’s stone and the moons provided.
Casa jumped, causing her stone to tumble to the ground and roll over towards T’ryn, when he spoke. Clutching at her chest, eyes wide and heart pounding, Casa gulped for breath as she calmed herself and crept close to her friend, eyeing the skeleton with fascination. Casa could feel a curious and repulsed Thallyath also peering through her eyes, too wary to actually come back to the ledge herself. “Wow,” Casa breathed, coming to stand right behind T’ryn, one knee pressed to his back. She was still trembling, but her curiosity was fierce. “Do you think it’s a green?” She asked softly, picking up her stone and walking along the skeleton, lighting it up step by step, the shadows leaping and retreating. “It’s so small…”
“Thallyath reminds me that pre-plague were smaller, though,” Casa paraphrased her dragon, picking up on that which went unsaid along their bond. Her dragon wasn’t wrong, though – a lot of the elder dragons were a lot smaller than the current ones. Still… Casa slowly made her way back to T’ryn. She wasn’t game to touch the skeleton like he was, and her gut was still active with anxiety, but she was now on a mission for answers!
