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10.Sep.19, 11:44 AM
“I’m aware of that,” Casa said, mildly amused that Azrin appeared to think she’d have forgotten everything just because he wasn’t around. She shook her head slightly, but wasn’t disappointed when he continued. Casa pursed her lips thoughtfully, studying the lord before her. His words sent a chill down her spine, honestly, but all she let herself show was curious consideration.
The bringing up of Kordiavis and Aldra has Casa lifting her eyebrows slightly, and she shook her head with a small smile “I don’t think so,” she said, blinking at Azrin, “I overheard his name in the Dining Hall, and he attended the Hatching. Kordi must have invited him.” That was a lie. She knew T’ryn had brought him, and that he had done so for Mylorah. Azrin didn’t need to know that, mostly because Casa didn’t want him poking around Mylorah; her friend was far too sweet for Azrin and Casa trusted her teacher and lover with her friends about as far as she could throw Thallyath. She heard her dragon snort, but ignored her.
She brushed a hand over her face and grimaced, “though I’m not sure why he would,” she said, looking off to the side thoughtfully. In the hypothetical where Kordidavis was the one inviting Tazikel, Casa couldn’t think of a reason the apparently ambitious lord would bother to attend a shameful blue-sired clutch. Sighing, Casa picked up the glass of scotch and sniffed it, this time out of legitimate curiosity - Casa hadn’t ever drink anything outside of wine - and scrunched her nose up before sipping it delicately. She very nearly spit it across the table in shock.
Instead, with her eyes watering, Casa choked down the sip she’d taken, breath exploding out of her in a gasp as she stared at the drink and then at Azrin, coughing. “Faranth. Fuck,” her voice was husky and she wiped at her face. “It burns!” She placed a hand on the flat of her stomach, eyes wide. She knew that Azrin couldn’t have poisoned her (unless he poisoned the glass..?) so that meant the damned booze was liquid fire and that astounded Casa!
The bringing up of Kordiavis and Aldra has Casa lifting her eyebrows slightly, and she shook her head with a small smile “I don’t think so,” she said, blinking at Azrin, “I overheard his name in the Dining Hall, and he attended the Hatching. Kordi must have invited him.” That was a lie. She knew T’ryn had brought him, and that he had done so for Mylorah. Azrin didn’t need to know that, mostly because Casa didn’t want him poking around Mylorah; her friend was far too sweet for Azrin and Casa trusted her teacher and lover with her friends about as far as she could throw Thallyath. She heard her dragon snort, but ignored her.
She brushed a hand over her face and grimaced, “though I’m not sure why he would,” she said, looking off to the side thoughtfully. In the hypothetical where Kordidavis was the one inviting Tazikel, Casa couldn’t think of a reason the apparently ambitious lord would bother to attend a shameful blue-sired clutch. Sighing, Casa picked up the glass of scotch and sniffed it, this time out of legitimate curiosity - Casa hadn’t ever drink anything outside of wine - and scrunched her nose up before sipping it delicately. She very nearly spit it across the table in shock.
Instead, with her eyes watering, Casa choked down the sip she’d taken, breath exploding out of her in a gasp as she stared at the drink and then at Azrin, coughing. “Faranth. Fuck,” her voice was husky and she wiped at her face. “It burns!” She placed a hand on the flat of her stomach, eyes wide. She knew that Azrin couldn’t have poisoned her (unless he poisoned the glass..?) so that meant the damned booze was liquid fire and that astounded Casa!
