15.Dec.19, 06:32 AM
The fact that dragons preferred to go between to die only cemented the idea in Cazan's head that it was a spooky, mysterious place. At least now she knew it was cold so she could plan to bring a jacket for the trip she'd agreed to go on. Six weeks wasn't too long, she was sure her brother would be fine. As lazy as Cazelarias could be he wasn't stupid; he'd find some way to avoid doing work while he waited for her to get back. Or maybe he'd actually take the opportunity to do his own work for once. She smiled, both at the ludicrous thought of her brother and at the potential of spending more time with a friendly face. "I'll have to find you for dinner again after I get some work done."
It was only an hour later that Cazan was finally alone in her own room, marveling at just how easy it had been for Katiryn to arrange it with the Weyrleader. Clearly her new friend was someone important or at least influential, she'd have to make some sort of gift for her. But first she was going to settle in, relax, unwind the bit of fabric under her shirt that she used to keep her chest flat and replace it with a much more comfortable sleeping shirt. She climbed into bed with her notebook, fully intending to write down a few ideas to pursue the next day, but falling asleep before she could even crack the book open.
It was only an hour later that Cazan was finally alone in her own room, marveling at just how easy it had been for Katiryn to arrange it with the Weyrleader. Clearly her new friend was someone important or at least influential, she'd have to make some sort of gift for her. But first she was going to settle in, relax, unwind the bit of fabric under her shirt that she used to keep her chest flat and replace it with a much more comfortable sleeping shirt. She climbed into bed with her notebook, fully intending to write down a few ideas to pursue the next day, but falling asleep before she could even crack the book open.