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18.Apr.19, 12:25 PM
Casa laughed brightly, deeply amused. “Wisdom? Me?” Casa put a hand to her chest, and stared with wide eyed wonder at Nerreh. “But I’m just a girl,” Casa said dramatically, pouting pathetically at Nerreh, before snorting and rolling her eyes. She was definitely not the type of girl – or goldrider – that M’ris would want setting ‘examples’ for the rest of the weyr. Or want them taking from her example, anyway. Casa snorted again, and ate a piece of strawberry.
“At least you get to learn all the same stuff,” Casa said wryly. “It took turns before they taught us how to between,” which of course, Nerreh likely knew, because of the uproar it had caused in Katila when they realised, oh by the way, none of the goldriders know how to fucking between to the mainland you losers! Casa still had trouble with the whole stupid scenario. Really; how was not teaching the goldriders how to travel safely safe than actually teaching them?! Huffing, Casa shoved another strawberry into her mouth, crunching down on it with more force than was strictly required.
She was removed from her sour thoughts by Nerreh’s question, and honest consideration was given to the question. “Hrm,” she said, mellowing as she picked at some of the other fruit, choosing some of the delicious late-summer fruits that were clearly brought in from Katila; they had that slightly sad air about them that said they were the healthiest leftovers from the store rooms. Not that Casa cared – she was just glad they still got to eat a lot of the fruits that had been available when she was growing up, even if the weather outside rarely matched the fruit that was imported.
“I don’t think we really did anything, honestly,” Casa was trying to remember, but it was quite a while ago – she couldn’t believe how old Thallyath was, honestly – and really, their lessons had been lost in the antics of rebuilding Katila and their graduation the flurry of possibly moving North again… or was it actually moving North again? It was all such a blur! “I know a lot of the non-Katilans visited their old Halls or family and such.” Casa herself didn’t have any family she knew of outside of the Weyr – her father was a bluerider (so all his family was most likely dead in the Plague, though Casa had never bothered to confirm that), but whatever family her mother had left behind, had been lost when Casa was born.
“At least you get to learn all the same stuff,” Casa said wryly. “It took turns before they taught us how to between,” which of course, Nerreh likely knew, because of the uproar it had caused in Katila when they realised, oh by the way, none of the goldriders know how to fucking between to the mainland you losers! Casa still had trouble with the whole stupid scenario. Really; how was not teaching the goldriders how to travel safely safe than actually teaching them?! Huffing, Casa shoved another strawberry into her mouth, crunching down on it with more force than was strictly required.
She was removed from her sour thoughts by Nerreh’s question, and honest consideration was given to the question. “Hrm,” she said, mellowing as she picked at some of the other fruit, choosing some of the delicious late-summer fruits that were clearly brought in from Katila; they had that slightly sad air about them that said they were the healthiest leftovers from the store rooms. Not that Casa cared – she was just glad they still got to eat a lot of the fruits that had been available when she was growing up, even if the weather outside rarely matched the fruit that was imported.
“I don’t think we really did anything, honestly,” Casa was trying to remember, but it was quite a while ago – she couldn’t believe how old Thallyath was, honestly – and really, their lessons had been lost in the antics of rebuilding Katila and their graduation the flurry of possibly moving North again… or was it actually moving North again? It was all such a blur! “I know a lot of the non-Katilans visited their old Halls or family and such.” Casa herself didn’t have any family she knew of outside of the Weyr – her father was a bluerider (so all his family was most likely dead in the Plague, though Casa had never bothered to confirm that), but whatever family her mother had left behind, had been lost when Casa was born.
