28.Jun.19, 10:17 AM
Casa laughed, eyes sparkling with her amusement. “Obviously!” Beaming, Casa blew Misharan a kiss, before tucking herself back up against him. It wasn’t really that cool weather-wise that such cuddling was needed – not like in some of the other Weyrs – but Casa admittedly didn’t get a lot of innocent affection; it was all lusty and hot and heady and not at all affection for affections’ sake. Which made Misharan special in a way no one else was. She loved that he wasn’t at all interested in anything sexual (at least with her!) but was open for cuddling and snuggling! Casa was fairly sure her lovers were divided into two groups ‘what is cuddling’ and ‘wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am’ which was pretty much the same thing, really.
“Depends on the dragon, usually,” Casa said, considering the question. With that thought, she reached out curiously to Thallyath, wondering what her dragon would think of Casa nipping off to one of the other Weyrs, or a Hold or Hall while she was stuck on the ground. She didn’t really get an answer, just a sleepy irritation at being disturbed; Thallyath’s belly was full of meat, and she was sprawled out in the sunshine, soaking up the warmth and please go away so she could go back to sleep. Casa giggled, hiding her mouth behind a hand, and shook her head. “She’s napping,” Casa said, by way of answer. “I don’t think she’d be thrilled. Maybe if there was a dragon she trusted, she might, like most mated dragons will carry their mate’s rider.” Not that Casa could honestly see Thallyath settling down! Snotty gold.
Peering up at Misharan again, Casa fluttered her eyelashes and pouted playfully. “Are you going to Stand for her babies?”
“Depends on the dragon, usually,” Casa said, considering the question. With that thought, she reached out curiously to Thallyath, wondering what her dragon would think of Casa nipping off to one of the other Weyrs, or a Hold or Hall while she was stuck on the ground. She didn’t really get an answer, just a sleepy irritation at being disturbed; Thallyath’s belly was full of meat, and she was sprawled out in the sunshine, soaking up the warmth and please go away so she could go back to sleep. Casa giggled, hiding her mouth behind a hand, and shook her head. “She’s napping,” Casa said, by way of answer. “I don’t think she’d be thrilled. Maybe if there was a dragon she trusted, she might, like most mated dragons will carry their mate’s rider.” Not that Casa could honestly see Thallyath settling down! Snotty gold.
Peering up at Misharan again, Casa fluttered her eyelashes and pouted playfully. “Are you going to Stand for her babies?”