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03.Nov.18, 09:37 AM
Casa giggled mischievously at the stealing of visuals from J’ver, the keeper of all things Secret. She knew he was related to Azrin – she’d gotten the whole family tree out of him as part of her education on, well, several regions. She couldn’t believe how freaking inter-related the Lords and their families were. It was almost worse than how inbred the dragons were! Shaking the thoughts from her mind, Casa grinned and decided not to tell T’ryn that she’d been over-head of the High Reaches area before; she wasn’t positive that she and Thallyath would have been able to obtain reliable images of the Weyr anyway. They could have made their way to the region easily, but it would have been a lot of flying, and that would have cut into their adventures!
“We’ve been in the region,” Casa said, surprising herself slightly with the sudden change of plan and letting T’ryn know. “We didn’t really go near the Weyr though.” She shrugged. Mostly, she’d had Thallyath take herself and Lord Azrin to the High Reaches area, so he could introduce her to his extended family, primarily for the purpose of politics and such, though she was sure he liked showing off that he had a direct contact with the Weyr; even if Thallyath was by far the smallest gold dragon, she was still a gold dragon, and he’d arrived on her back to the awed stares of his family. Casa didn’t mind; she’d found the whole scenario amusing and Thallyath had enjoyed the fawning.
“Sounds good,” she agreed easily to his plan of action, smiling in the moonlight. “Let’s go before we’re both drowning in sweat!” Even though Ista was decidedly cooler than it had been several months ago, it was certainly not cool enough for all the extra winterwear that Casa was dressed in! Laughing joyfully, with a clear tint of mischief, Casa bounded up and onto Thallyath, strapping herself in as T’ryn did the same, and waving her hand before her gold launched into the air.I told him we’re going to the beach, Thallyath said mildly, speaking to both Casa and Syrendryth, after the Watch Dragon asked where they were going. She didn’t really care to talk to Syrendryth, but she didn’t want him telling the other dragon something different.
Once Thallyath and Casa came to an agreement about being out of sight, and Thallyath was convinced they were out of good range, mumbling something about ‘clarity’ of conversation with the blue on watch, the gold turned expectantly to Syrendryth and waited for him to share the image of where they were going. As much as she disliked the dragon, she knew he had no real malice in him towards her – not enough to fudge the images he shared with her, at least, and once she had it, she winked between to appear high above High Reaches Weyr. Casa gave a crow of delight, the sound lost to the wind, as the gold dragon slowly descended.
“We’ve been in the region,” Casa said, surprising herself slightly with the sudden change of plan and letting T’ryn know. “We didn’t really go near the Weyr though.” She shrugged. Mostly, she’d had Thallyath take herself and Lord Azrin to the High Reaches area, so he could introduce her to his extended family, primarily for the purpose of politics and such, though she was sure he liked showing off that he had a direct contact with the Weyr; even if Thallyath was by far the smallest gold dragon, she was still a gold dragon, and he’d arrived on her back to the awed stares of his family. Casa didn’t mind; she’d found the whole scenario amusing and Thallyath had enjoyed the fawning.
“Sounds good,” she agreed easily to his plan of action, smiling in the moonlight. “Let’s go before we’re both drowning in sweat!” Even though Ista was decidedly cooler than it had been several months ago, it was certainly not cool enough for all the extra winterwear that Casa was dressed in! Laughing joyfully, with a clear tint of mischief, Casa bounded up and onto Thallyath, strapping herself in as T’ryn did the same, and waving her hand before her gold launched into the air.
Once Thallyath and Casa came to an agreement about being out of sight, and Thallyath was convinced they were out of good range, mumbling something about ‘clarity’ of conversation with the blue on watch, the gold turned expectantly to Syrendryth and waited for him to share the image of where they were going. As much as she disliked the dragon, she knew he had no real malice in him towards her – not enough to fudge the images he shared with her, at least, and once she had it, she winked between to appear high above High Reaches Weyr. Casa gave a crow of delight, the sound lost to the wind, as the gold dragon slowly descended.
