31.Mar.21, 09:53 PM
The search for his clothes paused momentarily as S'far tried to process exactly what was happening. You're being seduced. What? No... Casa is... I could be her father! And? The bronze followed up the question with his own wave of contentment and lingering satisfaction of a Flight well won. S'far found it was a very hard emotion to argue with, especially considering how much his body seemed to want to get back into as close proximity with the woman as it could.
He realized he was staring at Casa with a far too keenly interested glint in his eye and shook his head sharply. "Sorry, sorry. The Flight has me in a mood and you're rather eye catching... normally I'm not the kind to just throw my gaze around like that... ah... the old man, he's-"Telling you to relax. She may be young but she's the Weyrwoman. It is acceptable, even if she is not your Weyrwoman. After all I won. You should be celebrating with me. The bronze was on the verge of apologizing to Thallyath for the fuss his rider was putting up, and S'far let out a long sigh as he laid back down in the bed to avoid upsetting his dragon further.
S'far glanced over at Casa, wondering for a moment if he should just be bold. He'd heard plenty of stories, and while he wasn't sure if all of them were true, there were enough that he was sure at least some of them were. And she had been the one to proposition him first. He reached over to pull her back down into a cuddle, allowing himself the luxury of burying his nose back in her silky hair again. "So, you wanted to scrub my back, hm? I know I'm a dirty old man, but I didn't think I was that dirty. I suppose if you really wanted I could go digging around in your garden and give us a proper reason to get cleaned back up. Been a while since I've plowed anything properly, but I'm sure I remember how."
He realized he was staring at Casa with a far too keenly interested glint in his eye and shook his head sharply. "Sorry, sorry. The Flight has me in a mood and you're rather eye catching... normally I'm not the kind to just throw my gaze around like that... ah... the old man, he's-"
S'far glanced over at Casa, wondering for a moment if he should just be bold. He'd heard plenty of stories, and while he wasn't sure if all of them were true, there were enough that he was sure at least some of them were. And she had been the one to proposition him first. He reached over to pull her back down into a cuddle, allowing himself the luxury of burying his nose back in her silky hair again. "So, you wanted to scrub my back, hm? I know I'm a dirty old man, but I didn't think I was that dirty. I suppose if you really wanted I could go digging around in your garden and give us a proper reason to get cleaned back up. Been a while since I've plowed anything properly, but I'm sure I remember how."