30.Jul.20, 06:36 AM
Casa’s small smile turned into a light, genuine laugh “as if they could stop me,” she teased, shaking her head slightly and entering the weyr as he waved her in, feeling her stomach clench as her thoughts immediately turned to why she was visiting. Not that T’ryn was going to let her get right to business, it seemed, and Casa really didn’t want to have the conversation she needed to have. As such, she let him lead her down the path of Not That Topic.
“Sure,” she nodded, “nothing alcoholic,” she added, giving a twisted little smile. She wasn’t a huge drinker of alcohol to begin with, but she needed to get home to Ista within an hour or so – or whenever she finished chatting with T’ryn – and she didn’t want to have to linger at the Weyr afterwards because her head was fuzzy. She knew Thallyath could get them home without Casa supplying an image, but why take the risk?
Taking a seat on a nice, comfortable looking – and feeling! – chair, Casa kicked her boots off and curled her legs up under herself. She was in soft skin pants, and a loose shirt that was much more suitable to the weather at Ista than it was in Telgar, so she took the throw that was over the back of the chair and placed it lightly over her knees, smiling in thanks when T’ryn brought her a glass of juice. “Thank you,” she murmured, taking a sip. Oh, so nice!
“I’ve been well, if busy. I’ve barely had time to breathe, never mind enjoy living,” she smiled wryly. “I hear you dodged some Thread,” she smirked, wriggling her eyebrows up and down. It wasn’t a new topic, and she’d teased T’ryn before about being Weyrleader, but it wasn’t old yet, either, and the way he reacted told her it wouldn’t be old for a long while, either.
“Sure,” she nodded, “nothing alcoholic,” she added, giving a twisted little smile. She wasn’t a huge drinker of alcohol to begin with, but she needed to get home to Ista within an hour or so – or whenever she finished chatting with T’ryn – and she didn’t want to have to linger at the Weyr afterwards because her head was fuzzy. She knew Thallyath could get them home without Casa supplying an image, but why take the risk?
Taking a seat on a nice, comfortable looking – and feeling! – chair, Casa kicked her boots off and curled her legs up under herself. She was in soft skin pants, and a loose shirt that was much more suitable to the weather at Ista than it was in Telgar, so she took the throw that was over the back of the chair and placed it lightly over her knees, smiling in thanks when T’ryn brought her a glass of juice. “Thank you,” she murmured, taking a sip. Oh, so nice!
“I’ve been well, if busy. I’ve barely had time to breathe, never mind enjoy living,” she smiled wryly. “I hear you dodged some Thread,” she smirked, wriggling her eyebrows up and down. It wasn’t a new topic, and she’d teased T’ryn before about being Weyrleader, but it wasn’t old yet, either, and the way he reacted told her it wouldn’t be old for a long while, either.