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27.Jun.18, 05:40 AM
The first part of M’ris’ sentence had Casa beaming in delight, green eyes bright with excitement and success at getting the Weyrleader to agree to letting her and her friends go camping on one of the beaches. When he continued with a ‘however’, her smile faltered and she looked at him cautiously, but clearly willing and actively listening. The comment about R’vi being eldest had Casa blinking blankly; she hadn’t considered any of their ages (aside from making sure no one invited was a child) and hadn’t thought about who would be the eldest of the group. She frowned thoughtfully – M’ris’ requirement aside, she didn’t want R’vi getting a big head by being the eldest!
“Okay,” she said thoughtfully, chewing on her bottom lip as she considered who she knew in order to offer them up. Obviously, it couldn’t be the Weyrwoman or any of her fellow golds. They were all far too stuffy, and Casa didn’t want anyone coming along that would interfere with her plans for fun. When M’ris continued, Casa stopped pondering that problem long enough to listen to his other issue. She outright pouted at the time being cut down so dramatically – she’d asked for three whole days – but she just sighed dramatically and conceded. If the trip went well, she’d badger for more time for the next trip, her goal two nights.
“Okay,” she sighed, looking somewhat put-out and pouty though she didn’t fight M’ris and instead went back to trying to think of someone else to accompany them. It was a pity she couldn’t somehow wrangle Lord Azrin along, but Casa didn’t think that would sit well with anyone; it would raise far too many questions and besides, Azrin did not strike her as the type willing to sleep on the ground, no matter how warm the weather was! She gave a quirky little smirk before humming thoughtfully. Who? Who? Who? There was N’vian, but Casa wasn’t sure he’d agree to come and if she banked on him, M’ris might withdraw permission. He was barely older than R’vi, but he was more mature and shit?
What about your brownrider friend? Thallyath put in mildly, interrupting Casa’s thoughts rather thoroughly. Casa blinked, and tilted her head thoughtfully. Well, he did fulfil all M’ris’ requirements – older, responsible, reliable and generally thought of as ‘boring’. – Casa knew he wasn’t (she found him to be quite fun!), but he’d certainly leave them all to their own devices and read one of his books, unless he thought it would be worth interrupting. Lifting her eyebrows slightly, Casa turned her thoughtful look on M’ris. “What about brownrider K’tir?” Hopefully M’ris would think much the same of K’tir’s involvement with the group, and have no issues with him tagging along. Casa was sure the brownrider could be talked into it, and she’d be more than happy to make it worth his while! (Just the thought made her feel all hot and excited!)
“Okay,” she said thoughtfully, chewing on her bottom lip as she considered who she knew in order to offer them up. Obviously, it couldn’t be the Weyrwoman or any of her fellow golds. They were all far too stuffy, and Casa didn’t want anyone coming along that would interfere with her plans for fun. When M’ris continued, Casa stopped pondering that problem long enough to listen to his other issue. She outright pouted at the time being cut down so dramatically – she’d asked for three whole days – but she just sighed dramatically and conceded. If the trip went well, she’d badger for more time for the next trip, her goal two nights.
“Okay,” she sighed, looking somewhat put-out and pouty though she didn’t fight M’ris and instead went back to trying to think of someone else to accompany them. It was a pity she couldn’t somehow wrangle Lord Azrin along, but Casa didn’t think that would sit well with anyone; it would raise far too many questions and besides, Azrin did not strike her as the type willing to sleep on the ground, no matter how warm the weather was! She gave a quirky little smirk before humming thoughtfully. Who? Who? Who? There was N’vian, but Casa wasn’t sure he’d agree to come and if she banked on him, M’ris might withdraw permission. He was barely older than R’vi, but he was more mature and shit?
