30.Jun.19, 07:36 AM
Casa bolted through the Weyr, her hair a trail of golden strands behind her head, her dress whipping around her thighs as she dodged through confused people - dragonriders, candidates, weyrfolk - and stumbled occasionally. She managed to keep her feet, though, as she finally made her way to the community room she had been told Nerreh had last been seen, and threw herself against the door, barging in and looking around wildly.
It took her a few moments, but finally Casa spotted the blue rider, and she flung herself bodily at him, colliding with Nerreh as Casa misjudged both her speed and the distance between them. “En!” Casa gasped, gripping one of Nerreh’s arms with slim fingers, her eyes wide as she stared up. “Thally’s clutching!” She burst out, shifting her grip so both hands were clinging to Nerreh’s, and she proceeded to drag her friend from the room, tugging at intervals until the point was gotten and Nerreh jogged alongside her.
“She started a little before I came to get you,” Casa panted, still clinging to one of Nerreh’s hands as she led the way back to the Sands. Thallyath had said the other rider could come if it was so important, but that she wanted to be left alone, so Faxxonth wasn’t invited, and they weren’t to get in her way or bother her. Casa accepted it without issue, since she wasn’t sure she would like a million people gawking at her while she tried to give birth (horror!) and was just pleased Nerreh could sit with her up in the stands while Thallyath did her thing.
“Over here,” Casa whispered, as they entered through the goldrider’s passage, to slink around the edge of the Sands and find a seat on the other side of Thallyath, who had looked up when they entered. The dragon’s eyes had flashed a nasty looking red, before she went back to what she was doing. They really couldn’t see anything, but Casa didn’t care. She was nearby if her dragon needed her, and had company so she wouldn’t get bored. “Keep your voice down ‘cause she’s in a really bad mood,” Casa whispered into Nerreh’s ear, glancing towards her dragon with fond amusement.
Since the flight, Casa has been playfully feeding the rumour she carefully cultivated that Nerreh is a dude, like Faxxonth. She’s rather thoroughly fallen into thinking of Nerreh as ‘he’ and doesn’t care that it’s not ‘right’ or ‘weird’ as far as Pernese culture. Calls Nerreh ‘En’ because she can.
It took her a few moments, but finally Casa spotted the blue rider, and she flung herself bodily at him, colliding with Nerreh as Casa misjudged both her speed and the distance between them. “En!” Casa gasped, gripping one of Nerreh’s arms with slim fingers, her eyes wide as she stared up. “Thally’s clutching!” She burst out, shifting her grip so both hands were clinging to Nerreh’s, and she proceeded to drag her friend from the room, tugging at intervals until the point was gotten and Nerreh jogged alongside her.
“She started a little before I came to get you,” Casa panted, still clinging to one of Nerreh’s hands as she led the way back to the Sands. Thallyath had said the other rider could come if it was so important, but that she wanted to be left alone, so Faxxonth wasn’t invited, and they weren’t to get in her way or bother her. Casa accepted it without issue, since she wasn’t sure she would like a million people gawking at her while she tried to give birth (horror!) and was just pleased Nerreh could sit with her up in the stands while Thallyath did her thing.
“Over here,” Casa whispered, as they entered through the goldrider’s passage, to slink around the edge of the Sands and find a seat on the other side of Thallyath, who had looked up when they entered. The dragon’s eyes had flashed a nasty looking red, before she went back to what she was doing. They really couldn’t see anything, but Casa didn’t care. She was nearby if her dragon needed her, and had company so she wouldn’t get bored. “Keep your voice down ‘cause she’s in a really bad mood,” Casa whispered into Nerreh’s ear, glancing towards her dragon with fond amusement.
Since the flight, Casa has been playfully feeding the rumour she carefully cultivated that Nerreh is a dude, like Faxxonth. She’s rather thoroughly fallen into thinking of Nerreh as ‘he’ and doesn’t care that it’s not ‘right’ or ‘weird’ as far as Pernese culture. Calls Nerreh ‘En’ because she can.