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19.Apr.19, 09:46 AM
Casa came to with a soft murmuring mew as she stretched, not opening her eyes yet; she had that content warmth through her limbs that told her she’d thoroughly enjoyed her favourite form of exercise before falling asleep. Her nakedness and the familiar feel of her own bed only confirmed that fact – because, despite the likely belief of her many lovers and general gossip mongers, Casa didn’t actually sleep naked if there was no one to sleep with her. She didn’t like the idea of being stark naked if the Weyr fell down around her, and since exactly that had happened to her in her youth, she didn’t want to risk it. Not that she’d been naked during the landslide and for which she was very grateful.
Her idle thoughts were interrupted, as the flow of emotions from her dragon was finally acknowledge. The combination made Casa frown, her eyes flickering open to peer up at her ceiling, not yet turning to see who her companion was. No, not yet – it was far too entertaining to be flooded by Thallyath, with a combination of smug satisfaction of a successful first flight, and the mortification of who had caught her. Smug satisfaction Casa had expected, it was something they were taught about – the mortification surprised her. In retrospect, it shouldn’t have – Thallyath was always mortified by one thing or another, usually Casa.
Casa, however, could not be blamed for whomever had caught her dragon. That was all on Thallyath – which increased Casa’s amusement so she snorted softly at Thallyath, the gold dragon mentally crawling into a hole and dying, though she didn’t move from beside her flight partner. Well, there went Casa’s original assumption that Thallyath was caught by Syrendryth. No matter how smug she was about her flight, Casa knew that Thallyath would not have remained curled up with the bronze – let alone allow him to sleep on her ledge. No, that meant it was someone else though Casa couldn’t think of any other dragon that would cause Thallyath such deep distress.
Rolling her head carefully so she could peer at the person beside her, her eyebrows arched slightly in curiosity – Thallyath was digging her hole deeper, refusing to reveal the winner of her flight in any capacity – Casa found herself meeting the equally surprised eyes of Nerreh. Casa burst into a peal of laughter, hitching herself up on one elbow so she could smirk at the other rider. “You were caught by a green!” she crowed, falling back down onto the bed, laughing maniacally for several minutes. It was a while before Casa bothered to try and pull herself together. When she did, she wiped away her tears, giggling with the occasional hiccup as she took deep breaths to calm herself. “Oh, Faranth,” she whispered, giggling again.
Her idle thoughts were interrupted, as the flow of emotions from her dragon was finally acknowledge. The combination made Casa frown, her eyes flickering open to peer up at her ceiling, not yet turning to see who her companion was. No, not yet – it was far too entertaining to be flooded by Thallyath, with a combination of smug satisfaction of a successful first flight, and the mortification of who had caught her. Smug satisfaction Casa had expected, it was something they were taught about – the mortification surprised her. In retrospect, it shouldn’t have – Thallyath was always mortified by one thing or another, usually Casa.
Casa, however, could not be blamed for whomever had caught her dragon. That was all on Thallyath – which increased Casa’s amusement so she snorted softly at Thallyath, the gold dragon mentally crawling into a hole and dying, though she didn’t move from beside her flight partner. Well, there went Casa’s original assumption that Thallyath was caught by Syrendryth. No matter how smug she was about her flight, Casa knew that Thallyath would not have remained curled up with the bronze – let alone allow him to sleep on her ledge. No, that meant it was someone else though Casa couldn’t think of any other dragon that would cause Thallyath such deep distress.
Rolling her head carefully so she could peer at the person beside her, her eyebrows arched slightly in curiosity – Thallyath was digging her hole deeper, refusing to reveal the winner of her flight in any capacity – Casa found herself meeting the equally surprised eyes of Nerreh. Casa burst into a peal of laughter, hitching herself up on one elbow so she could smirk at the other rider. “You were caught by a green!” she crowed, falling back down onto the bed, laughing maniacally for several minutes. It was a while before Casa bothered to try and pull herself together. When she did, she wiped away her tears, giggling with the occasional hiccup as she took deep breaths to calm herself. “Oh, Faranth,” she whispered, giggling again.
