24.Oct.20, 02:55 AM
Three hours she could do, especially if she could bring some leatherworking supplies with her. She could probably do longer if she didn't have any plans and got really into one of her projects. The fact that she could still have visitors was more a relief than anything else.
Malvayth was at least pleased that her apology was accepted somewhat. She glanced at Taith, excited that the Weyrwoman thought they were a good team. Maybe one day they really would become the best sneak thieves. Though maybe she would become a better team with her rider first. That would probably help.We will be the best team. I'll do my best. There was a tiny bit of uncertainty in Mal's voice as she nudged her rider. She'd gotten a lot better since her youth, but she still knew she wasn't the most clever dragon, and not nearly as clever as Cazan was. She hoped she wouldn't hold them back. I know you will, and I'll try harder too okay? Can I still have a firelizard? What do you think? There was a long pause before the dragon let out a small disappointed grumble. No...
Cazan gave Mal a scratch on her head then resoaked her rag in alcohol to get back to removing more of the dye once Rhaedalyn and G'nen left the to their punishment. The calm she was trying to cultivate was immediately ruined by the bluerider and Cazan turned to study him in annoyance. "Was whatever you were doing worth it? Does it really matter? Would it change anything that is currently happening either way? Or would it just make you happier if I looked like I felt like shit? Should I cry? Because tears are a shitty solvent for dye. If you're going to talk shit get some work done while you're doing it." She turned her attention back to Mal to wipe at more of the ink on her head and move down towards her neck.
After a few deep breaths she added, "And if you're just asking because you're curious and happen to have the tragic affliction of resting bitch voice, then I don't know yet. It was fun enough in the moment."
Malvayth was at least pleased that her apology was accepted somewhat. She glanced at Taith, excited that the Weyrwoman thought they were a good team. Maybe one day they really would become the best sneak thieves. Though maybe she would become a better team with her rider first. That would probably help.
Cazan gave Mal a scratch on her head then resoaked her rag in alcohol to get back to removing more of the dye once Rhaedalyn and G'nen left the to their punishment. The calm she was trying to cultivate was immediately ruined by the bluerider and Cazan turned to study him in annoyance. "Was whatever you were doing worth it? Does it really matter? Would it change anything that is currently happening either way? Or would it just make you happier if I looked like I felt like shit? Should I cry? Because tears are a shitty solvent for dye. If you're going to talk shit get some work done while you're doing it." She turned her attention back to Mal to wipe at more of the ink on her head and move down towards her neck.
After a few deep breaths she added, "And if you're just asking because you're curious and happen to have the tragic affliction of resting bitch voice, then I don't know yet. It was fun enough in the moment."