09.Dec.17, 05:18 AM
Casa didn’t get out nearly enough, and for that reason, as soon as she heard some of the Weyr staff chattering about making the journey down to Ista Hold via Weyrlings to attend the Gather Day that was approaching, Casa just knew she had to go. She had never managed to go to a Gather before – first there was the whole born and raised in Katila thing, and then there was the fact that, well, she just couldn’t find the time. Someone always had a chore for her to do, or Thallyath was bossing her around (as she was wont to do) but not this time! Casa informed her dragon, quite firmly, that they would attend the Gather.
Surprisingly, Thallyath had agreed, but on the condition that Casa completed all her work. Casa had rolled her eyes, but then worked with gusto to complete all her tasks, getting well ahead of her work in her attempt to make sure her dragon didn’t deny her the fun of attending her first Gather. Thallyath had been amused, but pleased. She did not deny that Casa could work hard when she put her mind to it, and was delighted when Casa was the one that brought up a bath and an oiling the day before the Gather. She did, after all, need to appear her best before the Holders!
The day of the Gather, Casa was awake early, bright and eager to explore the events. She’d collected up all the Marks she was given monthly for her rank, and put them in three different purses, which she hid about her person. She’d heard tales of pick pockets and other such riffraff and had no desire to lose everything before she had a chance to spend it. Dressing tidily in a pair of flowing black pants that looked like a skirt, and a white blouse, Casa pulled on her sturdy boots and then set about putting Thallyath’s gear on her. It took longer than it should have, primarily because Casa didn’t do it with a great deal of frequency.
Before she knew it, they were gliding down to the Hold, Casa not liking to travel between if she could avoid it – especially when she wanted to wear her pretty jewellery! Casa watched with excitement as the Hold got closer, and she could see the Gather flags up around the main centre-square of the Hold, where stalls were set up and people were beginning to mill around. She squealed softly, giving her excitement a voice while they were still far enough away that she wouldn’t bring dishonour on herself, her dragon or their Weyr. Thallyath indulged her, for once not making a biting comment about her young rider.
Thallyath, the smallest gold by some measure, was still too big to land in the roads between the houses, and she settled for landing in the field on the outskirts of the Hold, grumbling about how she’d have to trust Casa to find her way into the Gather, and not get lost. It was Casa who suggested Thallyath fly overhead and direct her where to go if she were so worried, and Thallyath took to the idea with delight. She was soon back in the sky, her gold wings extended as she circled above Casa and instructed her where to go.
Okay! I made it! You can sun on a rooftop nearby. Casa looked around with eager delight at the stalls, the people, the excitement! Grinning, the girl made her way into the thick of it, looking around with interest and curiosity. There was so much to see, and the smells were delightful! She quickly made her way to a bakery stall, and bought a warm cinnamon roll, chewing on it contentedly as she set about exploring.
Surprisingly, Thallyath had agreed, but on the condition that Casa completed all her work. Casa had rolled her eyes, but then worked with gusto to complete all her tasks, getting well ahead of her work in her attempt to make sure her dragon didn’t deny her the fun of attending her first Gather. Thallyath had been amused, but pleased. She did not deny that Casa could work hard when she put her mind to it, and was delighted when Casa was the one that brought up a bath and an oiling the day before the Gather. She did, after all, need to appear her best before the Holders!
The day of the Gather, Casa was awake early, bright and eager to explore the events. She’d collected up all the Marks she was given monthly for her rank, and put them in three different purses, which she hid about her person. She’d heard tales of pick pockets and other such riffraff and had no desire to lose everything before she had a chance to spend it. Dressing tidily in a pair of flowing black pants that looked like a skirt, and a white blouse, Casa pulled on her sturdy boots and then set about putting Thallyath’s gear on her. It took longer than it should have, primarily because Casa didn’t do it with a great deal of frequency.
Before she knew it, they were gliding down to the Hold, Casa not liking to travel between if she could avoid it – especially when she wanted to wear her pretty jewellery! Casa watched with excitement as the Hold got closer, and she could see the Gather flags up around the main centre-square of the Hold, where stalls were set up and people were beginning to mill around. She squealed softly, giving her excitement a voice while they were still far enough away that she wouldn’t bring dishonour on herself, her dragon or their Weyr. Thallyath indulged her, for once not making a biting comment about her young rider.
Thallyath, the smallest gold by some measure, was still too big to land in the roads between the houses, and she settled for landing in the field on the outskirts of the Hold, grumbling about how she’d have to trust Casa to find her way into the Gather, and not get lost. It was Casa who suggested Thallyath fly overhead and direct her where to go if she were so worried, and Thallyath took to the idea with delight. She was soon back in the sky, her gold wings extended as she circled above Casa and instructed her where to go.
Okay! I made it! You can sun on a rooftop nearby. Casa looked around with eager delight at the stalls, the people, the excitement! Grinning, the girl made her way into the thick of it, looking around with interest and curiosity. There was so much to see, and the smells were delightful! She quickly made her way to a bakery stall, and bought a warm cinnamon roll, chewing on it contentedly as she set about exploring.