15.Dec.19, 06:33 AM
Casa had to bite the insides of her cheeks to keep from laughing when Dandioar shouted her name. Usually when people called out her name in breaking voices it was because they were buried balls deep in her, and not because they were apparently terrified. Casa glanced at the firelizard, smiling slightly; she had none of her own (and didn’t want any) but found the creatures mostly charming. She supposed they were kind of like children in that she didn’t mind them, when they were well behaved and polite, but she sure as shit didn’t want one for herself. Thank Faranth for herbs, between, and the fact that she was a goldrider and not some poor broad required to reproduce for her unappreciative husband. Ugh.
Tilting her head at Dandioar’s question, Casa gave him a small smile. “I live here,” she teased, knowing that wasn’t what he had meant at all. Honestly, Casa would much rather be studying, or having sex, or pretty much anything. But apparently the fact that she was going to be the Weyrwoman meant that she had to pick up extra duties. Casa didn’t appreciate that, but knew it was a small price to pay for the freedom Azrin had promised her in the future. With great power comes great responsibility – at least until you have a collection of carefully trained and owned (preferably through loyalty than money, but money could be used in a pinch) and given pieces of that responsibility, so that Casa could do whatever she wanted.
“Apparently,” Casa said cheerfully, gracefully sinking to the ground. She took care not to flash Dandioar as she did so, carefully tucking her short skirts around herself and curling her legs under her. Casa had nothing against flashing anyone, and enjoyed playing coy with some of her lovers and some of the more interesting Lords; she was even getting a good understanding of how to read the ones she didn’t know, to determine how they’d react if she did flash them. She particularly enjoyed the ones that looked like they’d just been given a glimpse of a most tantalising meal. Holders were mostly boring fucks, but there was a special kind of thrill in having them throw themselves at her, shoving their greedy hands under her skirts and between her legs… Casa felt her stomach tense, but only smiled politely at Dandioar. “Being a Weyrwoman means knowing your candidates. So even though most of you have already fled to Fort…” She shrugged. Which basically amounted to ‘M’ris is a grumpy bastard and sent me out to meet and greet everyone left here’.
Leaning forward slightly, her hands folded in her lap, Casa gave Dandioar a considering look, green eyes thoughtful. “So,” she said, grinning. “Got any questions for your Almighty Weyrwoman To Be?” There was a lot of self-mockery in that, but that was okay, especially since what she’d managed to dig up on the Candidates currently still in Ista wasn’t anything interesting. Such as the fact that she was pretty sure the young man sitting before her was about as innocent as a virgin could get, and looked like he was about to faint at having her so close. Maybe he was related to Madiquel?
Tilting her head at Dandioar’s question, Casa gave him a small smile. “I live here,” she teased, knowing that wasn’t what he had meant at all. Honestly, Casa would much rather be studying, or having sex, or pretty much anything. But apparently the fact that she was going to be the Weyrwoman meant that she had to pick up extra duties. Casa didn’t appreciate that, but knew it was a small price to pay for the freedom Azrin had promised her in the future. With great power comes great responsibility – at least until you have a collection of carefully trained and owned (preferably through loyalty than money, but money could be used in a pinch) and given pieces of that responsibility, so that Casa could do whatever she wanted.
“Apparently,” Casa said cheerfully, gracefully sinking to the ground. She took care not to flash Dandioar as she did so, carefully tucking her short skirts around herself and curling her legs under her. Casa had nothing against flashing anyone, and enjoyed playing coy with some of her lovers and some of the more interesting Lords; she was even getting a good understanding of how to read the ones she didn’t know, to determine how they’d react if she did flash them. She particularly enjoyed the ones that looked like they’d just been given a glimpse of a most tantalising meal. Holders were mostly boring fucks, but there was a special kind of thrill in having them throw themselves at her, shoving their greedy hands under her skirts and between her legs… Casa felt her stomach tense, but only smiled politely at Dandioar. “Being a Weyrwoman means knowing your candidates. So even though most of you have already fled to Fort…” She shrugged. Which basically amounted to ‘M’ris is a grumpy bastard and sent me out to meet and greet everyone left here’.
Leaning forward slightly, her hands folded in her lap, Casa gave Dandioar a considering look, green eyes thoughtful. “So,” she said, grinning. “Got any questions for your Almighty Weyrwoman To Be?” There was a lot of self-mockery in that, but that was okay, especially since what she’d managed to dig up on the Candidates currently still in Ista wasn’t anything interesting. Such as the fact that she was pretty sure the young man sitting before her was about as innocent as a virgin could get, and looked like he was about to faint at having her so close. Maybe he was related to Madiquel?