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22.Feb.21, 01:52 PM
"All of them and none of them and why did you have to do this to me?" Cazan grumbled before flinging herself against T'ryn in a tight hug. She considered trying to object to the walk but knew it would do her good to stretch out and get moving again, and she had been sitting for so very, very long and with nothing to do except hold tight and not fall off. She took a look at the gaggle of bronzes that were accompanying them, watching as Malvayth soaked in the attention (though Cazan wasn't sure if any of the dragons were actually trying to flirt with her or if Mal was just happily babbling and imagining that's what was going on). "Well, at least Mal seems happy enough for the company."
By the end of the walk she was grateful for the chance to sit again, though she curled her legs under her so that she could mostly lean against her mate. Maybe she would try to pad her seat in the morning, or at least try to adjust so that she could change how she was sitting on occasion to make the long ride more comfortable. Her thoughts were interrupted by K'dar and she could feel herself tensing up, ready to snap at him. But luckily T'ryn managed to handle him well enough, and he retreated to go handle the fire when N'mor showed up. Though now she wanted to just glare at him for trying to take T'ryn away to do silly camping things.
Except it wasn't silly, Cazan reminded herself. They didn't want to freeze in the night after all. She gave her mate another squeeze before relenting, "Fine, go and get the tents handled. I'll probably get up in a moment to help." Or would she? Her hands were already drumming on her knee and as nice as it sounded to relax she knew she couldn't. Not after sitting on a dragon for hours without being able to do anything else.
So while everyone else busied themselves with setting up camp and making sure the dragons were comfortable, Cazan slowly got up and plodded about, grabbing her own things before going to help K'dar tend to the fire and cook the fish. At least cooking while camping seemed easy enough, hold the fish not too close but not too far from the fire. Another glare made sure that he didn't try to fuss too much over her and instead focused on cooking some of the other food they'd brought along as well to make sure everyone was fed.
Malvayth, meanwhile, was having the grandest time, basking in Tiberuth's praise of her flying, chattering away with the other bronzes as well (except for grumpy Syrendryth) and ultimately declaring them all (even grumpy Syrendryth) excellent escorts. She even thought the oldest of the bronze escorts was absolutely adorable with how small he was in comparison, declaring that he was perhaps the cutest because of it.
With the food finished, the fire roaring, and the tents finished enough that T'ryn had returned to her, Cazan leaned back against him for comfort and additional warmth. "I'm fine," she stubbornly said. "This is great. We should do it again sometime..." she smirked, realizing that while she was trying to be sarcastic there was something nice to camping and despite the hormones, the soreness, and the grumpiness she was actually rather thrilled with how things were going. And at the end she'd be home with T'ryn. She shook her head smiling as she more seriously added, "But maybe we can wait until I'm less pregnant."
By the end of the walk she was grateful for the chance to sit again, though she curled her legs under her so that she could mostly lean against her mate. Maybe she would try to pad her seat in the morning, or at least try to adjust so that she could change how she was sitting on occasion to make the long ride more comfortable. Her thoughts were interrupted by K'dar and she could feel herself tensing up, ready to snap at him. But luckily T'ryn managed to handle him well enough, and he retreated to go handle the fire when N'mor showed up. Though now she wanted to just glare at him for trying to take T'ryn away to do silly camping things.
Except it wasn't silly, Cazan reminded herself. They didn't want to freeze in the night after all. She gave her mate another squeeze before relenting, "Fine, go and get the tents handled. I'll probably get up in a moment to help." Or would she? Her hands were already drumming on her knee and as nice as it sounded to relax she knew she couldn't. Not after sitting on a dragon for hours without being able to do anything else.
So while everyone else busied themselves with setting up camp and making sure the dragons were comfortable, Cazan slowly got up and plodded about, grabbing her own things before going to help K'dar tend to the fire and cook the fish. At least cooking while camping seemed easy enough, hold the fish not too close but not too far from the fire. Another glare made sure that he didn't try to fuss too much over her and instead focused on cooking some of the other food they'd brought along as well to make sure everyone was fed.
Malvayth, meanwhile, was having the grandest time, basking in Tiberuth's praise of her flying, chattering away with the other bronzes as well (except for grumpy Syrendryth) and ultimately declaring them all (even grumpy Syrendryth) excellent escorts. She even thought the oldest of the bronze escorts was absolutely adorable with how small he was in comparison, declaring that he was perhaps the cutest because of it.
With the food finished, the fire roaring, and the tents finished enough that T'ryn had returned to her, Cazan leaned back against him for comfort and additional warmth. "I'm fine," she stubbornly said. "This is great. We should do it again sometime..." she smirked, realizing that while she was trying to be sarcastic there was something nice to camping and despite the hormones, the soreness, and the grumpiness she was actually rather thrilled with how things were going. And at the end she'd be home with T'ryn. She shook her head smiling as she more seriously added, "But maybe we can wait until I'm less pregnant."
