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24.Mar.19, 07:28 AM
There were a lot of fun parts to being a goldrider, like her particularly interesting lessons with Lord Azrin – she took great delight in the sexual encounters, but she’d also learned a lot about herbs and plants and the amazing things they could do, from heal to (although he hadn’t actually come out and said it, and certainly hadn’t shown her) kill people. Casa rather thought it would be something she’d like to learn, but was hoping that Azrin would come to those lessons on his own, without her having to beg. She didn’t have anything against begging, but preferred to do so in the bedroom, not the classroom.
Unfortunately, she was also being told rather firmly that she had duties outside of her engagements with Lord Azrin and the ‘history lessons’ he was giving her and whatever other babble he had fed the Weyrleaders to explain his assorted visits to her weyr. Things like socialising with the Weyrlings – even though none of them were gold, which Casa could understand a great deal more than being told ‘go talk to them and leave me alone’. Not that anyone actually said that, but Casa could read that crazy look in Alcynnia’s eyes that had nothing to do with her dead dragon.
Slipping into the dining hall, the skirts of her short summer dress shifting softly around her thighs in a way Casa felt was very attractive – and the watching eyes of more than one dragonrider told her she wasn’t wrong. It wouldn’t truly warm into summer for a while, but like Katila, Ista was warm and enjoyable for more months of the turn than it was cool and droll. Smiling brightly, Casa got herself a plate of food and a glass of juice as she subtly eyed off the room, spotting several of the Weyrlings and analysing her choices.
Casa had opted for a cute brownrider, when her gaze slid across Nerreh, and the young goldrider swapped trajectory mid-stride. Spinning so her upper thighs flashed anyone behind her, Casa pranced over to the greenrider-to-be, and set herself down at the table, facing Nerreh with a bright grin. “Hey hey!” she greeted, adjusting her plate so her preferred fruit was right in front of her, and stabbing it with her fork. Casa twirled her fork in a circle before her mouth as she eyeballed Nerreh thoughtfully. “Haven’t seen you in ages,” she said, both amused and with a dry undertone. While they’d never been particularly close, being just months apart in age had thrown them into the same circle for most of their Katilan-turns.
“How are you and your little dragonet doing?” A teasing smile quirked Casa’s lips, primarily because she was sure the green dragonet was probably closing in on Thallyath’s size. Casa was still befuddled by how tiny her dragon was – didn’t she eat enough as a Weyrling or something?
Unfortunately, she was also being told rather firmly that she had duties outside of her engagements with Lord Azrin and the ‘history lessons’ he was giving her and whatever other babble he had fed the Weyrleaders to explain his assorted visits to her weyr. Things like socialising with the Weyrlings – even though none of them were gold, which Casa could understand a great deal more than being told ‘go talk to them and leave me alone’. Not that anyone actually said that, but Casa could read that crazy look in Alcynnia’s eyes that had nothing to do with her dead dragon.
Slipping into the dining hall, the skirts of her short summer dress shifting softly around her thighs in a way Casa felt was very attractive – and the watching eyes of more than one dragonrider told her she wasn’t wrong. It wouldn’t truly warm into summer for a while, but like Katila, Ista was warm and enjoyable for more months of the turn than it was cool and droll. Smiling brightly, Casa got herself a plate of food and a glass of juice as she subtly eyed off the room, spotting several of the Weyrlings and analysing her choices.
Casa had opted for a cute brownrider, when her gaze slid across Nerreh, and the young goldrider swapped trajectory mid-stride. Spinning so her upper thighs flashed anyone behind her, Casa pranced over to the greenrider-to-be, and set herself down at the table, facing Nerreh with a bright grin. “Hey hey!” she greeted, adjusting her plate so her preferred fruit was right in front of her, and stabbing it with her fork. Casa twirled her fork in a circle before her mouth as she eyeballed Nerreh thoughtfully. “Haven’t seen you in ages,” she said, both amused and with a dry undertone. While they’d never been particularly close, being just months apart in age had thrown them into the same circle for most of their Katilan-turns.
“How are you and your little dragonet doing?” A teasing smile quirked Casa’s lips, primarily because she was sure the green dragonet was probably closing in on Thallyath’s size. Casa was still befuddled by how tiny her dragon was – didn’t she eat enough as a Weyrling or something?
