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02.Jan.20, 08:22 AM
Casa tutted playfully as she examined the dress she was going to wear to the family party. It was much too cool in Benden to get away with her usual lack of clothing, so she had gone shopping and come up with something she felt was rather unsuitable for her reputation, but was appropriate for her upcoming rank change. She was still more than slightly horrified at becoming the Weyrwoman of Ista Weyr, but well, Azrin had been helping her a great deal with setting up the whole thing so it would (eventually) be minimal work for maximum profit.
Brushing her hands over the soft fabric, Casa admired herself once more in the very expensive mirror she’d claimed when she first moved to the Weyr. The dress was very modest, falling down around her ankles and with long sleeves. It was almost too warm, standing in her weyr, but she knew Benden would be a lot cooler and she wasn’t dressed to create a scandal. Instead, the dress was made to be modest, while allowing her the luxury of riding her dragon – the skirt was actually two flowing pant legs, which looked like a full skirt on the ground. Casa rather liked it, though she didn’t like the fact that it would take forever to strip out of, if she wanted to get laid that night. Not that she was planning to fuck anyone in a dark corner of Eridella’s hold (too many children around) but the point still stood. She shamelessly preferred her short skirts and their easy removal.
Once she was content with her outfit – low-heeled and laced boots had completed the look – Casa had put Thallyath’s riding straps on the gold, and they’d collected Mylorah before taking off once more, winking between and appearing over the familiar lands that their Aunt lived on. Casa glanced around, noticing no shortage of dragons – most of whom Thallyath greeted with a friendly air, some she was more standoffish to – and they landed near the entrance. Dismounting, Casa removed Thallyath’s riding straps and tossed them towards the pile of other straps, uncaring about whether they tangled up. Thallyath excused herself as Casa and Mylorah entered the building, quickly wrapped in the warm embrace of indoor heating.
Leaving Mylorah to find her date and entertain herself, Casa sidled up to Eridella and grinned at her ‘aunt’. Casa gave the woman a kiss to the cheek and chatted cheerfully with her as more people arrived in small groups – the benefit of arriving on dragon back. When Eridella’s attention shifted pointedly, Casa lifted an eyebrow and followed her gaze. It took Casa a moment to realise that it was T’ryn that was waltzing in wearing leather that looked little more than a second skin. Casa’s lips twisted into a mischievous smirk as she swept towards her friend and occasional lover. While Casa controlled her expression enough not to send this Lady Cazan fleeing, the look she gave T’ryn spoke volumes of mischief and lust.
“T’ryn!” she exclaimed, once he had finished his introductions, and to break the stunned silence that seemed to have filled the void after he spoke. “You look divine!” she flashed him a look that promised all kinds of fun, especially the kind that included being naked and sweaty, and reached forward to grab his hand, yanking him away from his date so she could spin him around, licking her lips with a laugh, and glancing mischievously at Lady Cazan. “It’s going to take you hours to get him out of those pants! I do hope you’re patient!” Her wicked glance moved back to T’ryn as she heard N’mor choke behind her, the other bronzerider coughing several times before he shut up. Pity.
Brushing her hands over the soft fabric, Casa admired herself once more in the very expensive mirror she’d claimed when she first moved to the Weyr. The dress was very modest, falling down around her ankles and with long sleeves. It was almost too warm, standing in her weyr, but she knew Benden would be a lot cooler and she wasn’t dressed to create a scandal. Instead, the dress was made to be modest, while allowing her the luxury of riding her dragon – the skirt was actually two flowing pant legs, which looked like a full skirt on the ground. Casa rather liked it, though she didn’t like the fact that it would take forever to strip out of, if she wanted to get laid that night. Not that she was planning to fuck anyone in a dark corner of Eridella’s hold (too many children around) but the point still stood. She shamelessly preferred her short skirts and their easy removal.
Once she was content with her outfit – low-heeled and laced boots had completed the look – Casa had put Thallyath’s riding straps on the gold, and they’d collected Mylorah before taking off once more, winking between and appearing over the familiar lands that their Aunt lived on. Casa glanced around, noticing no shortage of dragons – most of whom Thallyath greeted with a friendly air, some she was more standoffish to – and they landed near the entrance. Dismounting, Casa removed Thallyath’s riding straps and tossed them towards the pile of other straps, uncaring about whether they tangled up. Thallyath excused herself as Casa and Mylorah entered the building, quickly wrapped in the warm embrace of indoor heating.
Leaving Mylorah to find her date and entertain herself, Casa sidled up to Eridella and grinned at her ‘aunt’. Casa gave the woman a kiss to the cheek and chatted cheerfully with her as more people arrived in small groups – the benefit of arriving on dragon back. When Eridella’s attention shifted pointedly, Casa lifted an eyebrow and followed her gaze. It took Casa a moment to realise that it was T’ryn that was waltzing in wearing leather that looked little more than a second skin. Casa’s lips twisted into a mischievous smirk as she swept towards her friend and occasional lover. While Casa controlled her expression enough not to send this Lady Cazan fleeing, the look she gave T’ryn spoke volumes of mischief and lust.
“T’ryn!” she exclaimed, once he had finished his introductions, and to break the stunned silence that seemed to have filled the void after he spoke. “You look divine!” she flashed him a look that promised all kinds of fun, especially the kind that included being naked and sweaty, and reached forward to grab his hand, yanking him away from his date so she could spin him around, licking her lips with a laugh, and glancing mischievously at Lady Cazan. “It’s going to take you hours to get him out of those pants! I do hope you’re patient!” Her wicked glance moved back to T’ryn as she heard N’mor choke behind her, the other bronzerider coughing several times before he shut up. Pity.
