13.May.19, 03:00 AM
It seemed like forever until Casa stopped giggling, and Nerreh just lay there awkwardly until the goldrider started saying actual words. Which, okay, good, sounded like Casa was laughing at Thallyath and not Nerreh. Probably. That was definitely better than laughing at her. Nerreh shuffled a little to make the angle her neck had to be at to look at Casa less painful.
“Well, uh, here we are, I guess. Weyrling blue pair. Faxx is definitely blue, by the way, if that wasn’t explicitly clear by now.” Nerreh stumbled through the words a bit, still a bit bewildered by how this had turned out. Faxx had just wanted to do some fancy flying and confuse people about what color he was, he hadn’t actually been meaning to catch Thallyath. Sex appeal of a Rising gold was too much for an inexperienced Weyrling to resist, clearly. Nerreh remembered how Faxx didn’t even think about catching her, just moved, just did it, as if he had no control over pursuing her at that point. Damn. Golds didn’t fuck around, did they? Made the entire Weyr want them. Faxxonth hummed in agreement, and breathed a sigh of relief as Thallyath relaxed and he was less concerned she was going to kick him off the ledge. Still, he wasn’t stupid and wasn’t going to push his luck with her. Not today, at least.
“I’ve never heard of a blue fathering a Clutch,” Nerreh started slowly, thinking, “but I don’t think I’ve heard of a blue catching a gold in the first place, either. Need the one to have the other, don’t you. So, uh, uncharted territory, this. Guess we’ll see?” Faxxonth siring a Clutch. Fuck. Nerreh had never considered that in the slightest. It just didn’t happen. Well, it had happened. Just Nerreh’s luck to Impress the most confusing dragon on Pern.
We fit very well together, Faxxonth said smugly. Nerreh sighed, and tried to focus on Casa instead of her frustrating dragon. Which was actually a bad idea because that meant she was looking at Casa, who was smiling at her and also naked and wow she was really pretty. Did Casa even like girls? Nerreh had heard plenty of gossip about Casa and pretty much all the men in the Weyr who weren’t gay or exclusive and actually committed to that exclusivity, but she couldn’t in that moment remember if there were any other girls mentioned in said gossip. Could Nerreh not remember cause she hadn’t heard it or because the only brain capacity she had left was devoted to ‘Casa pretty, tits good?’ Fuck.
“Well, uh, here we are, I guess. Weyrling blue pair. Faxx is definitely blue, by the way, if that wasn’t explicitly clear by now.” Nerreh stumbled through the words a bit, still a bit bewildered by how this had turned out. Faxx had just wanted to do some fancy flying and confuse people about what color he was, he hadn’t actually been meaning to catch Thallyath. Sex appeal of a Rising gold was too much for an inexperienced Weyrling to resist, clearly. Nerreh remembered how Faxx didn’t even think about catching her, just moved, just did it, as if he had no control over pursuing her at that point. Damn. Golds didn’t fuck around, did they? Made the entire Weyr want them. Faxxonth hummed in agreement, and breathed a sigh of relief as Thallyath relaxed and he was less concerned she was going to kick him off the ledge. Still, he wasn’t stupid and wasn’t going to push his luck with her. Not today, at least.
“I’ve never heard of a blue fathering a Clutch,” Nerreh started slowly, thinking, “but I don’t think I’ve heard of a blue catching a gold in the first place, either. Need the one to have the other, don’t you. So, uh, uncharted territory, this. Guess we’ll see?” Faxxonth siring a Clutch. Fuck. Nerreh had never considered that in the slightest. It just didn’t happen. Well, it had happened. Just Nerreh’s luck to Impress the most confusing dragon on Pern.
We fit very well together, Faxxonth said smugly. Nerreh sighed, and tried to focus on Casa instead of her frustrating dragon. Which was actually a bad idea because that meant she was looking at Casa, who was smiling at her and also naked and wow she was really pretty. Did Casa even like girls? Nerreh had heard plenty of gossip about Casa and pretty much all the men in the Weyr who weren’t gay or exclusive and actually committed to that exclusivity, but she couldn’t in that moment remember if there were any other girls mentioned in said gossip. Could Nerreh not remember cause she hadn’t heard it or because the only brain capacity she had left was devoted to ‘Casa pretty, tits good?’ Fuck.