18.Jun.19, 04:00 AM
“Bookings, how organized. I prefer a touch of spontaneity myself,” Misha said, winking back at her. Casa was such fun. They were similar, in a lot of ways — they both had a similar persona, dumb, blonde, and always ready to play. Which was partially why they got along so well, he thought; they both knew the other’s game, and what lay underneath the pouting and flirting. Misharan knew Casa was whip-smart and she knew the same about him. And they both liked the same sort of fun.
“An unfortunate amount, apparently. And much of it things I couldn’t or didn’t feel like crashing. Though I’m at the point I would consider doing chores with someone just to be less bored. Maybe. Not sure I’m actually that desperate yet.” He shrugged elegantly. His desire to not get dragged into doing extra work had won out so far, but if he hadn’t run into a conveniently unoccupied Casa he would have considered it. “I was hoping for company, of any sort, and it seems my search is over. I get to spend time with the most wonderful goldrider, how can I possibly complain?” Misha grinned at her, allowing her to guide them through the halls, to whatever outside destination she had in mind.
“Now, tell me, what are you up to these days?” Misharan asked, leaning in to rest his head on top of hers. “Tired of being grounded yet?” An unfortunate part of being bonded to a gold dragon, in his opinion — having to be stuck in one Weyr while your dragon was gravid and sand-bound. Poor Weyrwoman Ameris, Mizeath flew practically twice a turn, that was a good half the turn she must be stuck in Ista. For Casa’s sake, Misha hoped Thallyath didn’t fly nearly so often.
“An unfortunate amount, apparently. And much of it things I couldn’t or didn’t feel like crashing. Though I’m at the point I would consider doing chores with someone just to be less bored. Maybe. Not sure I’m actually that desperate yet.” He shrugged elegantly. His desire to not get dragged into doing extra work had won out so far, but if he hadn’t run into a conveniently unoccupied Casa he would have considered it. “I was hoping for company, of any sort, and it seems my search is over. I get to spend time with the most wonderful goldrider, how can I possibly complain?” Misha grinned at her, allowing her to guide them through the halls, to whatever outside destination she had in mind.
“Now, tell me, what are you up to these days?” Misharan asked, leaning in to rest his head on top of hers. “Tired of being grounded yet?” An unfortunate part of being bonded to a gold dragon, in his opinion — having to be stuck in one Weyr while your dragon was gravid and sand-bound. Poor Weyrwoman Ameris, Mizeath flew practically twice a turn, that was a good half the turn she must be stuck in Ista. For Casa’s sake, Misha hoped Thallyath didn’t fly nearly so often.