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13.Jul.21, 09:35 AM
Well, the clutch certainly couldn’t turn out worse than the first one Thallyath had brooded, at least as far as Casa was concerned. Not that she had come out and said anything, in general or to Thallyath. It was on both their minds, though, the worry that it had been Thallyath that had soured the previous clutch and not just the fact that it had been sired by a blue dragon. Never again, though, and Thallyath hadn’t said anything, but Casa knew her dragon was prepared to swear off all flights and move to Katila if it happened again. A bit dramatic, but it suited the proud gold.
Casa snorted, the same time Thallyath rolled her head to eyeball S’far for the comment about her daughter’s egg as well as her own size. A dark snort was puffed in the direction of the two riders, and Casa laughed softly. Thallyath wouldn’t say it any more than S’far would, but two could play the insult game and Casa gave the bronzerider a quirked eyebrow and a bemused look. “Yes, because her sire is so huge.” Thallyath harrumphed in a way that made it quite clear she didn’t’ share her rider’s opinion and she nosed at Urudith’s shoulder with a little lick.
Humans have no manners, she said to Urudith, her nose in the air as she ignored the riders. Casa laughed again, before turning back to the gold egg, which Thallyath was still protectively guarding with the end of her tail. “She is small, but she can be as small as she wants so long as she is strong and healthy, and so far Thally seems happy with the health of the clutch. So if she’s happy, I see no reason to fuss.” Casa shrugged. “Besides, she isn’t exactly made for carrying monster eggs or clutches.”
Turning to S’far, hand still trapped in hers, Casa stared up at him seriously. “So tell me, Weyrleader. How have you and yours been faring in all this mayhem?”
Casa snorted, the same time Thallyath rolled her head to eyeball S’far for the comment about her daughter’s egg as well as her own size. A dark snort was puffed in the direction of the two riders, and Casa laughed softly. Thallyath wouldn’t say it any more than S’far would, but two could play the insult game and Casa gave the bronzerider a quirked eyebrow and a bemused look. “Yes, because her sire is so huge.” Thallyath harrumphed in a way that made it quite clear she didn’t’ share her rider’s opinion and she nosed at Urudith’s shoulder with a little lick.
Turning to S’far, hand still trapped in hers, Casa stared up at him seriously. “So tell me, Weyrleader. How have you and yours been faring in all this mayhem?”
