[G] [P] 740.08.21 | Realignment

Guest, Thallyath said, and Casa looked up, lifting her brows, before going back to her work. Thallyath didn’t say who it was – she rarely did – but Casa knew by the way the little gold spoke. She had a fondness of Azrin that leaked into her words and attitude where the Lord was concerned, and Casa rolled her eyes, dropping her attention back to the records she was re-writing. Apparently, it was of the upmost importance that she rewrite every known record of every damnedable Weyrleader that Ista Weyr had seen… how many clutches, how many golds, how many transfers. Casa was having a wonderful time – no sarcasm at all! – but she was particularly irritated with the why of it all. The impression she got was ‘we’re too important. Dumb Blondie can do it’. Casa had been quite irritated when she’d accidentally overheard the nickname, but she couldn’t remember if it was actually M’ris that had spoken it, or one of his lackies. Didn’t matter.

“My Lord,” Casa drawled, lifting an eyebrow at Azrin but not bothering to get up and greet him. “Fancy seeing you here. I do hope you’ve been well.” Her mild voice carried all the eyerolls she wasn’t wasting the energy on displaying, as she set her pen aside and picked up a wineglass, sipping the white wine, swirling it as she lifted her eyebrow at him again. Locked up in the Weyr as she had been prior to the Hatching, Casa hadn’t been able to do much but suffer the gossip and disgust within the Weyr; she wasn’t at all surprised that anyone of any standing had distanced themselves from her, least of all the Lordling who took so much pride in the image he presented to the world. Since he was back in her weyr, Casa was pretty sure it meant he had figured out how to turn the situation to his side.

Of course, if he’d only come in the middle of the night when no one could see him, she’d have said his wife had stopped putting out and he couldn’t find anyone else to bury himself in. But since it was smack on lunchtime (which reminded her she hadn’t eaten for hours) and he’d come on dragon back, Casa figured he wasn’t ashamed of her existence and their working relationship any longer. Lowering her glass, Casa decided to respond to his comment about her studies, her expression wry. “There hasn’t been a whole lot else to do,” she said drolly, before throwing an arm over the back of her chair, and she smirked at Azrin. “Study, Sex and Sleep. My three favourite activities.” Because with or without Azrin to warm her bed, fill her cunt, or feed her brain, she hadn’t been lacking in any of those activities!