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01.Jun.19, 12:20 PM
Casa was studying, when the knock came on her door. And not anything sexual; rather she was perched at her desk, her hair pulled up into a messy bun with strands escaping to fluff around her face, and her bottom lip thoroughly chewed on – as was her thumbnail. The papers on her desk were older, geographic maps from before the plague, with somewhat questionable updates made without the benefit of a dragon’s eye view. In addition, Casa had (old) maps of the Weyrs, Holds and Halls; she was currently doing her best to re-draw and update the map of Ista Weyr, with ink speckling her hands and a splatter on her right cheek from where she tapped the quill against herself in thought.
Since Thallyath had grown bored and opted to go stretch her wings by flying along the coast, Casa had no way of knowing who was on the other side of the door, and she sighed in some irritation; usually knocks only came on her door when someone was looking for a booty call, and shocking as they would likely find it, she simply wasn’t in the mood. Her brain was filled to the brim with math, numbers, and landmarks. She and numbers hadn’t always gotten along very well, but with the forced requirement of them and her current homework, she was getting much better.
Standing, Casa set aside the sheet with the wet ink to dry, and packed up her ink pot and put her quill away. While most people she would just tell to go away, there were a couple of folks she preferred to keep in her good books and if that meant forcing herself to feel like getting laid, than she would. Not that it was hard, really; Casa loved sex and she loved sex with those particular people. Puffing out a breath, aimed upwards so it made her bangs rustle, Casa finally made her way over to the door. Putting on her usual dumb-girl mask, a blank expression and wide eyes, the young goldrider pulled the door open and blinked at… “R’dare?”
Casa’s mask melted away, and she smiled with genuine warmth at her friend, especially when a quick study of his face didn’t betray and of his tell signs; while there was always the possibility his visit could end in a tumble, Casa wasn’t given to believe that was why he was stopping by. “Hi! Sorry, I was worlds away,” she waved her hand idly, “Do you want to come in?” Casa opened the door wider, and stepped back, still smiling. Unlike her usual getup of sultry girly outfits, she was in a sleeveless shirt that fell to mid thighs, and a pair of loose pants, both made of soft cotton. Dressed for comfort, Casa waited for R’dare to come in, and then closed the door gently.
“I can put some water on to heat, or I have juice which is probably warm, or some ‘at least its not Katilan’ wine, if you prefer?” Smiling still, Casa ushered R’dare into the main living area of her small weyr – apparently having an undersized gold meant you got an undersized goldrider’s weyr – though having seen a lot of blue, green and even brown weyrs, Casa knew hers was still pretty spectacular. Just, distinctly smaller than her golden sisters.
Since Thallyath had grown bored and opted to go stretch her wings by flying along the coast, Casa had no way of knowing who was on the other side of the door, and she sighed in some irritation; usually knocks only came on her door when someone was looking for a booty call, and shocking as they would likely find it, she simply wasn’t in the mood. Her brain was filled to the brim with math, numbers, and landmarks. She and numbers hadn’t always gotten along very well, but with the forced requirement of them and her current homework, she was getting much better.
Standing, Casa set aside the sheet with the wet ink to dry, and packed up her ink pot and put her quill away. While most people she would just tell to go away, there were a couple of folks she preferred to keep in her good books and if that meant forcing herself to feel like getting laid, than she would. Not that it was hard, really; Casa loved sex and she loved sex with those particular people. Puffing out a breath, aimed upwards so it made her bangs rustle, Casa finally made her way over to the door. Putting on her usual dumb-girl mask, a blank expression and wide eyes, the young goldrider pulled the door open and blinked at… “R’dare?”
Casa’s mask melted away, and she smiled with genuine warmth at her friend, especially when a quick study of his face didn’t betray and of his tell signs; while there was always the possibility his visit could end in a tumble, Casa wasn’t given to believe that was why he was stopping by. “Hi! Sorry, I was worlds away,” she waved her hand idly, “Do you want to come in?” Casa opened the door wider, and stepped back, still smiling. Unlike her usual getup of sultry girly outfits, she was in a sleeveless shirt that fell to mid thighs, and a pair of loose pants, both made of soft cotton. Dressed for comfort, Casa waited for R’dare to come in, and then closed the door gently.
“I can put some water on to heat, or I have juice which is probably warm, or some ‘at least its not Katilan’ wine, if you prefer?” Smiling still, Casa ushered R’dare into the main living area of her small weyr – apparently having an undersized gold meant you got an undersized goldrider’s weyr – though having seen a lot of blue, green and even brown weyrs, Casa knew hers was still pretty spectacular. Just, distinctly smaller than her golden sisters.
