13.Oct.20, 10:36 PM
Helyna winced at the sight of the workstation and the blunt response. “Well, the dragons have more of a say in such things. I’m sure G’nen won’t hold it against you.” She pulled the bottle of wine out and went to grab a pair of cups, pouring Cazan one and handing it over.
She stifled a laugh at the question. “Even as much of a trickster as she is, I still doubt it.” She smiled and took a sip of wine. “Even if you’re really… enjoying yourself,” she winked, “Malvayth won’t rise again till after she clutches and they hatch. Assuming she actually clutches. She is a bit on the young side. Time will tell.”
They talked for a while, Helyna sharing some of her own embarrassing stories from Iliyith’s first Flight, and helping—she hoped—to put Cazan at ease again. “-in the middle of a field! I was mortified and he looked absolutely terrified. Like I was going to eat him alive or something. At least Malvayth was polite enough to let you wake up in your own weyr.”
She stifled a laugh at the question. “Even as much of a trickster as she is, I still doubt it.” She smiled and took a sip of wine. “Even if you’re really… enjoying yourself,” she winked, “Malvayth won’t rise again till after she clutches and they hatch. Assuming she actually clutches. She is a bit on the young side. Time will tell.”
They talked for a while, Helyna sharing some of her own embarrassing stories from Iliyith’s first Flight, and helping—she hoped—to put Cazan at ease again. “-in the middle of a field! I was mortified and he looked absolutely terrified. Like I was going to eat him alive or something. At least Malvayth was polite enough to let you wake up in your own weyr.”