20.May.19, 07:13 AM
Casa laughed, and waved a hand vaguely. “No one who matters, cares.” She stated, which was mostly true. If anyone who did care, knew, they hadn’t confronted her about it and they certainly hadn’t made any vague new rules that would deny herself or anyone else the delights of camping, klah, or aphrodisiacs! She had a feeling M’ris probably knew, either outright or he’d heard some whispers before turning a blind eye. Casa wondered, suddenly, if he’d spoken to K’tir about his ‘babysitting’ or not… Perhaps she’d have to enquire.
“I should hope note!” Casa teased, grinning, “going through Weyrlinghood once is more than enough!” Maybe it wasn’t as painful for greenriders, but Casa had found the overall experience rather miserable. Of course, a large part of that was probably the large part of her classmates dying in the landslide… Casa scrunched her nose up, and picked at her fruit for a few moments. “You are, however, of course invited!” Looking up, Casa brushed away the sour memories, and grinned sunnily at Nerreh. “We needed more women,” she said, shaking her head. It had been an absolute sausage fest! Especially for her, but she was getting distracted. And horny. Casa shifted her seat slightly, and tossed a grape between her teeth.
Considering Nerreh’s questions, Casa pursed her lips thoughtfully. “I would probably submit a written request to M’ris,” she said. “Include the names of anyone who wants to come, and tell him where and when; then he can vet everyone with the ‘master to make sure none of you are going to make him regret it and adjust any dates or whatever like he did with my request. You will probably still get stuck with a babysitter,” Casa warned, “so I would recommend making a list of older riders that you can cope with going with you.” She considered again. “Probably a brownrider, or a bronze if you know any who will either be fun, or at least not a total bore. He didn’t approve my list right away, because even the older riders were ‘too young’.” Rolling her eyes, Casa snorted and then age some more fruit.
“I should hope note!” Casa teased, grinning, “going through Weyrlinghood once is more than enough!” Maybe it wasn’t as painful for greenriders, but Casa had found the overall experience rather miserable. Of course, a large part of that was probably the large part of her classmates dying in the landslide… Casa scrunched her nose up, and picked at her fruit for a few moments. “You are, however, of course invited!” Looking up, Casa brushed away the sour memories, and grinned sunnily at Nerreh. “We needed more women,” she said, shaking her head. It had been an absolute sausage fest! Especially for her, but she was getting distracted. And horny. Casa shifted her seat slightly, and tossed a grape between her teeth.
Considering Nerreh’s questions, Casa pursed her lips thoughtfully. “I would probably submit a written request to M’ris,” she said. “Include the names of anyone who wants to come, and tell him where and when; then he can vet everyone with the ‘master to make sure none of you are going to make him regret it and adjust any dates or whatever like he did with my request. You will probably still get stuck with a babysitter,” Casa warned, “so I would recommend making a list of older riders that you can cope with going with you.” She considered again. “Probably a brownrider, or a bronze if you know any who will either be fun, or at least not a total bore. He didn’t approve my list right away, because even the older riders were ‘too young’.” Rolling her eyes, Casa snorted and then age some more fruit.