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Casa continued to smile brightly, nodding in confirmation when the time for their adventure was offered. “That sounds good!” She chirped, enthralled by the idea of seeing the place T’ryn had spoken of when they were together at Benden. It really did sound wonderful, and she was thrilled that he actually wanted to take her, and show it to her, that it wasn’t an empty promise or something he’d just mentioned idly at the time, like so many people seemed to do (she even allowed that she’d occasionally done such things!) “It’s not!” She laughed softly, amused. She certainly didn’t have any other friends who were making demands on her time, though granted she would probably have to do goldrider tasks the next day… that said, she could probably wriggle her way out of it, this once. It wasn’t like she ditched her duties regularly! That was more Thallyath’s fault than her own inclination to be a good goldrider, though.
“Okay,” Casa murmured, considering the options he’d put before her. She hadn’t really considered the fact that it would be much colder in Benden than it was in Ista, but it made sense. The island was as close to Katila as it was possible to be without actually going back – something Casa enjoyed, having been born and raised in the South. That said, she didn’t own any real winter wear, and certainly nothing that would be suitable for running around in snow in. She’d heard that stuff was very cold, though she’d never actually seen it herself; all her time had been spent in Katila and then in Ista itself.
Glancing back at T’ryn after staring thoughtfully into space over his shoulder, she smiled wryly. “That might be best,” she decided. Two outfits would make a lot more sense than trying to find a single one that covered both requirements. Besides, she was gathering that they’d be inside the Hold itself for the evening meal, and that would be heated and she’d probably die of overheating if she wore whatever she went skating in inside the home.
At his last comment, Casa laughed outright, lifting a hand to cover her mouth and shaking her head. “You really don’t know my dragon then,” she chuckled, glancing sourly towards where Thallyath was sleeping. “If I’m in anything less than gowns and jewels, I’ll honestly be shocked.” Her dry smile returned. “You’ve been warned,” she added, but her eyes sparkled with amusement.
“Okay,” Casa murmured, considering the options he’d put before her. She hadn’t really considered the fact that it would be much colder in Benden than it was in Ista, but it made sense. The island was as close to Katila as it was possible to be without actually going back – something Casa enjoyed, having been born and raised in the South. That said, she didn’t own any real winter wear, and certainly nothing that would be suitable for running around in snow in. She’d heard that stuff was very cold, though she’d never actually seen it herself; all her time had been spent in Katila and then in Ista itself.
Glancing back at T’ryn after staring thoughtfully into space over his shoulder, she smiled wryly. “That might be best,” she decided. Two outfits would make a lot more sense than trying to find a single one that covered both requirements. Besides, she was gathering that they’d be inside the Hold itself for the evening meal, and that would be heated and she’d probably die of overheating if she wore whatever she went skating in inside the home.
At his last comment, Casa laughed outright, lifting a hand to cover her mouth and shaking her head. “You really don’t know my dragon then,” she chuckled, glancing sourly towards where Thallyath was sleeping. “If I’m in anything less than gowns and jewels, I’ll honestly be shocked.” Her dry smile returned. “You’ve been warned,” she added, but her eyes sparkled with amusement.