01.Mar.20, 09:21 AM
Following Azrin, Casa settled herself in the seat that was set for her, appearing at ease with her back to the room; and honestly, she wasn’t particularly stressed about it. While viewing the room would have been preferable, if only because she was curious and nosy, she had the added security of dragon sense, and of course Azrin with her. He was far more likely to poison her when she wasn’t looking, than some one random was to appear out of no where and literally stab her in the back. Cradling her mug in her hands, Casa lifted it to her lips and took a sip as Azrin made himself comfortable.
A soft laugh escaped at Azrin’s grumblings about the strength (or lack thereof) of his tea, and Casa’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “When given the choice, one should always embrace the chocolate.” She teased, before taking another sip of the smooth chocolate deliciousness in her mug. Casa had tested the hot chocolate in several of the establishments across the Hold, and found just a couple that she valued above the others. The current little store was her favourite, though there was a smaller, kind of sadder looking place that made an excellent hot chocolate, she didn’t think Azrin would have appreciated being dragged into such a dumpy place. Nonetheless, she wouldn’t be surprised if they ran a shadier business on the side that he knew about or took part in.
After some carefully manufactured ‘idle chitchat’, the function of which was to deter any eavesdroppers from being interested in their conversations – and Casa went out of her way to make it as dull as possible to the average ear, babbling about things no one but Azrin would actually understand; titbits and gossip tossed in amongst airheaded girly crap – Casa finished her hot chocolate and smiled winningly at Azrin. “Since the current Weyrleaders sucked all the fun out of the transition,” Casa said cheerfully, absently folding and refolding a cloth napkin she hadn’t used, “I thought it might be fun to host a party – Holder friendly, of course –“ her eyes twinkled mischievously. “I was thinking upper rank area, but personal invitation.” Casa lifted an eyebrow at Azrin, curious to hear his take on the idea.
A soft laugh escaped at Azrin’s grumblings about the strength (or lack thereof) of his tea, and Casa’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “When given the choice, one should always embrace the chocolate.” She teased, before taking another sip of the smooth chocolate deliciousness in her mug. Casa had tested the hot chocolate in several of the establishments across the Hold, and found just a couple that she valued above the others. The current little store was her favourite, though there was a smaller, kind of sadder looking place that made an excellent hot chocolate, she didn’t think Azrin would have appreciated being dragged into such a dumpy place. Nonetheless, she wouldn’t be surprised if they ran a shadier business on the side that he knew about or took part in.
After some carefully manufactured ‘idle chitchat’, the function of which was to deter any eavesdroppers from being interested in their conversations – and Casa went out of her way to make it as dull as possible to the average ear, babbling about things no one but Azrin would actually understand; titbits and gossip tossed in amongst airheaded girly crap – Casa finished her hot chocolate and smiled winningly at Azrin. “Since the current Weyrleaders sucked all the fun out of the transition,” Casa said cheerfully, absently folding and refolding a cloth napkin she hadn’t used, “I thought it might be fun to host a party – Holder friendly, of course –“ her eyes twinkled mischievously. “I was thinking upper rank area, but personal invitation.” Casa lifted an eyebrow at Azrin, curious to hear his take on the idea.