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11.Sep.19, 09:37 AM
Casa lifted her eyebrows, but didn’t say anything. Scotch was disgusting and she really didn’t want to acquire a taste for it; she could still feel it burning the back of her throat and the after taste was nasty. She knew there was no point in arguing, however, so she just nodded once and eyed the liquid still in the glass she held. Learning to appreciate other ‘wines and liquors’ sounded promising, though. Casa figured no wine could be more difficult to appreciate than Katilan, and she wondered with mild amusement if Azrin had ever tasted the concocted moonshine the dragonriders had desperately created. She doubted it, but when it was the only alcohol you had any access to, you drank it. Besides, for as crap as it tasted, it was potent and Casa remembered several parties that started with Katilan Wine, and ended in blackness and terrible hangovers. Good times!
The dress that was presented quirked Casa’s curiosity, and she eyed it from where she was sitting with interest. She wasn’t quite invested yet to get up and inspect it, but she was genuinely charmed by the new gift (much more so than the booze) and she smiled teasingly, the order to be wearing the dress in two weeks’ time hopefully promising some delicious sex and no scotch! Her playful expression faded into a frown at the bringing up of Thallyath’s maiden clutch, and she felt Thallyath’s disquiet and heard the dragon shift slightly on her stone couch, knowing she was more ashamed of the whole ordeal than Casa was. Of course, Thallyath snidely blamed Faxxonth for just about all of it, but Casa didn’t. She was more inclined to want to punch everyone that did blame Thallyath, though. Her dragon did not pollute the eggs with sour emotions!
Casa pursed her lips and frowned at Azrin, waiting to hear what he had to say, but quite prepared to tell him to fuck off and never come back. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as he spoke, but her expression otherwise didn’t waver, eyes narrowed just slightly, cautious and suspicious. Casa continued to stare at Azrin when he finished speaking, though she could feel Thallyath’s approval for his work Casa wasn’t convinced. There was a game being played, that went beyond his apparent amusement for teaching young goldriders questionable things. Casa enjoyed their time together, and she enjoyed learning everything from poisons to politics from the Lord before her, but she had very obviously mis-judged his investment and she certainly had no idea what his long-term goal was. She was, however, very aware that he obviously had one.
But how did she fit into it? Casa could feel Thallyath’s irritation when she didn’t immediately accept the work Azrin had done, but Casa felt the first true tingles of fear. Azrin was powerful. Azrin was dangerous, and Azrin had a plan that involved her, and she had no idea what it was. Casa dropped her gaze to the glass of scotch, and considered the amber liquid for a few moments before looking back up at Azrin. “Thank you,” she said slowly, watching his expression carefully. She considered her next words, before deciding to just be blunt, opting not to play coy when she wanted an actual answer. Times and places, after all, had been an early lesson. “What do you get out of all this?” Casa asked frankly, leaning forward slightly and peering at him. She wasn’t sure if she should use the more familiar route of his name, or throw his rank at him, and so she opted to just go with the question itself.
The dress that was presented quirked Casa’s curiosity, and she eyed it from where she was sitting with interest. She wasn’t quite invested yet to get up and inspect it, but she was genuinely charmed by the new gift (much more so than the booze) and she smiled teasingly, the order to be wearing the dress in two weeks’ time hopefully promising some delicious sex and no scotch! Her playful expression faded into a frown at the bringing up of Thallyath’s maiden clutch, and she felt Thallyath’s disquiet and heard the dragon shift slightly on her stone couch, knowing she was more ashamed of the whole ordeal than Casa was. Of course, Thallyath snidely blamed Faxxonth for just about all of it, but Casa didn’t. She was more inclined to want to punch everyone that did blame Thallyath, though. Her dragon did not pollute the eggs with sour emotions!
Casa pursed her lips and frowned at Azrin, waiting to hear what he had to say, but quite prepared to tell him to fuck off and never come back. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as he spoke, but her expression otherwise didn’t waver, eyes narrowed just slightly, cautious and suspicious. Casa continued to stare at Azrin when he finished speaking, though she could feel Thallyath’s approval for his work Casa wasn’t convinced. There was a game being played, that went beyond his apparent amusement for teaching young goldriders questionable things. Casa enjoyed their time together, and she enjoyed learning everything from poisons to politics from the Lord before her, but she had very obviously mis-judged his investment and she certainly had no idea what his long-term goal was. She was, however, very aware that he obviously had one.
But how did she fit into it? Casa could feel Thallyath’s irritation when she didn’t immediately accept the work Azrin had done, but Casa felt the first true tingles of fear. Azrin was powerful. Azrin was dangerous, and Azrin had a plan that involved her, and she had no idea what it was. Casa dropped her gaze to the glass of scotch, and considered the amber liquid for a few moments before looking back up at Azrin. “Thank you,” she said slowly, watching his expression carefully. She considered her next words, before deciding to just be blunt, opting not to play coy when she wanted an actual answer. Times and places, after all, had been an early lesson. “What do you get out of all this?” Casa asked frankly, leaning forward slightly and peering at him. She wasn’t sure if she should use the more familiar route of his name, or throw his rank at him, and so she opted to just go with the question itself.
