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09.Sep.19, 12:05 AM
Casa continued to watch Azrin with that mild, unreadable expression. She’d gotten quite good at it, ever since Thallyath’s Flight. Since the Touching. Since the Hatching. Every event had just driven home how important it was to not fall apart while everyone was staring at her. Whispering about her; yelling at her. There were so many people Casa wanted to tell to fuck off. So many she wanted to beat up like a spunky no-rules greenrider who got called out to one too many times while Proddy. But she didn’t. She kept her chin up and her face blank and cried herself to sleep when no one was around to see. Or got fucked into oblivion by those of her friends and lovers that weren’t avoiding her like a Plague carrying firelizard.
Even so, there was a hint of wary suspicion as Casa watched Azrin; she knew enough about him, and about the things he had taught her, the things he had promised to teach her, to know the man was quite deadly. Oh, he had never come out and said anything, of course, but Casa knew how to do addition, and she’d always been good at reading between the lines. While Azrin wasn’t overly subtle - she wasn’t sure if that was because he wanted her to know, or because he genuinely thought she was denser than she was, the fact that he never outright said anything worried Casa, not that she would say anything. She knew he was dangerous, he knew hse knew, but Casa wasn’t convinced he knew that she knew how dangerous he was.
Enough, Thallayth groaned mentally, and Casa’s expression broke for a moment as she glanced towards her dragon, before looking back at Azrin as he started moving around. She frowned.
Even before Azrin started to speak, as soon as Casa realised what he was doing - honestly, that he was even in the Weyr - she hadn’t had any intention of eating or drinking anything he had been near. She wasn’t sure how determined he might be to eliminate their relationship if he so decided and she knew she was expendable. Everyone thought so, and while Casa disagreed on principal, she wasn’t stupid. Azrin was a master at his craft, and even as novice as she was Casa knew about a lot of slow release poisons that would leave him innocent. No one would know who had killed her, or why, but she would. Casa could feel Thallyath’s disdain, but she could also tell her dragon knew that Casa was right, in a way that Casa rarely received from Thallyath. Thallyath was a lot like everyone else, in her way. Treating Casa like she was dumb and useless.
“You throw it back in their face,” Casa said, her words tangled between saccharine and snide, expression innocent and full of the airheaded impression everyone had of her. Despite her words, she took the drink delicately and watched Azrin as he made himself comfortable. She continued to stare at him, not blinking, even as she gave the glass a little swirl and let the smell of the amber liquid float up to her nose; she knew that if he did poison it, he wouldn’t have used anything she’s detect in such a manner, but she wasn’t going to dismiss the chance, either. Casa could feel Thallayth’s disquiet, the gold dragon’s emotions spiking as she realised that her rider might actually be in danger and not just thinking wild thoughts.
Casa didn’t take a sip - didn’t even pretend to - as she set the glass down carefully and leaned forward, sitting up straight in her chair and giving Azrin a thoughtful look. “Tell me about Lord Tazikel.” Casa had done her own research, but all she got was the general knowledge (which is what she knew she would get). Azrin would know a lot more, and she wanted to know what he knew about the Lordling her friend was so enamoured with.
Even so, there was a hint of wary suspicion as Casa watched Azrin; she knew enough about him, and about the things he had taught her, the things he had promised to teach her, to know the man was quite deadly. Oh, he had never come out and said anything, of course, but Casa knew how to do addition, and she’d always been good at reading between the lines. While Azrin wasn’t overly subtle - she wasn’t sure if that was because he wanted her to know, or because he genuinely thought she was denser than she was, the fact that he never outright said anything worried Casa, not that she would say anything. She knew he was dangerous, he knew hse knew, but Casa wasn’t convinced he knew that she knew how dangerous he was.
Even before Azrin started to speak, as soon as Casa realised what he was doing - honestly, that he was even in the Weyr - she hadn’t had any intention of eating or drinking anything he had been near. She wasn’t sure how determined he might be to eliminate their relationship if he so decided and she knew she was expendable. Everyone thought so, and while Casa disagreed on principal, she wasn’t stupid. Azrin was a master at his craft, and even as novice as she was Casa knew about a lot of slow release poisons that would leave him innocent. No one would know who had killed her, or why, but she would. Casa could feel Thallyath’s disdain, but she could also tell her dragon knew that Casa was right, in a way that Casa rarely received from Thallyath. Thallyath was a lot like everyone else, in her way. Treating Casa like she was dumb and useless.
“You throw it back in their face,” Casa said, her words tangled between saccharine and snide, expression innocent and full of the airheaded impression everyone had of her. Despite her words, she took the drink delicately and watched Azrin as he made himself comfortable. She continued to stare at him, not blinking, even as she gave the glass a little swirl and let the smell of the amber liquid float up to her nose; she knew that if he did poison it, he wouldn’t have used anything she’s detect in such a manner, but she wasn’t going to dismiss the chance, either. Casa could feel Thallayth’s disquiet, the gold dragon’s emotions spiking as she realised that her rider might actually be in danger and not just thinking wild thoughts.
Casa didn’t take a sip - didn’t even pretend to - as she set the glass down carefully and leaned forward, sitting up straight in her chair and giving Azrin a thoughtful look. “Tell me about Lord Tazikel.” Casa had done her own research, but all she got was the general knowledge (which is what she knew she would get). Azrin would know a lot more, and she wanted to know what he knew about the Lordling her friend was so enamoured with.
