16.Jul.21, 06:40 AM
Casa flinched slightly at the cold facts that the goldriders were clearly the ones that had been targeted, and how many S’far had lost in Telgar was a harsh reality. Casa was glad her Weyr was small, there just were not that many of them to start with, and all the serious attacks seemed to have been half-heartedly aimed at herself. Or at least, that was the way it seemed. “Ouch,” she said unnecessarily, but she was genuine in her regret for Teglar’s new numbers. “Hopefully,” she added, “Bedith has clutched well in the past.” And the clutch would once again be sired by Syrendryth and whatever the bronze and her had against one another, Casa could appreciate that he was a good sire.
Casa frowned at the headaches and tremors, pursing her lips. She was once more reminded how lucky she had gotten, to know to take the drugs she had on hand, that had her and Zelana puking their guts up before the poison could truly take hold. Not that it had stopped them from being miserable and sick for days on end. But it had stopped longer term side effects. “I’m sorry to hear that,” she said softly, before winking at S’far, “I’ll be happy to help take your mind off them anytime you need.” Casa wriggled her eyebrows playfully before sobering again. Damn this murdering arsehole.
“Yes,” she said softly, her shoulders slumping. “Not a good outcome, but thankfully one that is on the rare side.” The chances of a gold being the one to go between without finding a mate was rare – there were often so many girls surrounding her that one was worthy. The odds again of the girl she was destined for being murdered was even slimmer. Casa turned her gaze back towards her own dragon and the precious golden egg she guarded with her tail, and pursed her lips again. “The maniac needs to be caught,” she said softly, but Casa had no idea who it could be, or why they were doing what they were doing. Maybe she needed to sit down in her office and go through all the attacks. Maybe one of her boys would help her. R’dal, probably, since they could work together without being distracted by great sex.
Casa frowned at the headaches and tremors, pursing her lips. She was once more reminded how lucky she had gotten, to know to take the drugs she had on hand, that had her and Zelana puking their guts up before the poison could truly take hold. Not that it had stopped them from being miserable and sick for days on end. But it had stopped longer term side effects. “I’m sorry to hear that,” she said softly, before winking at S’far, “I’ll be happy to help take your mind off them anytime you need.” Casa wriggled her eyebrows playfully before sobering again. Damn this murdering arsehole.
“Yes,” she said softly, her shoulders slumping. “Not a good outcome, but thankfully one that is on the rare side.” The chances of a gold being the one to go between without finding a mate was rare – there were often so many girls surrounding her that one was worthy. The odds again of the girl she was destined for being murdered was even slimmer. Casa turned her gaze back towards her own dragon and the precious golden egg she guarded with her tail, and pursed her lips again. “The maniac needs to be caught,” she said softly, but Casa had no idea who it could be, or why they were doing what they were doing. Maybe she needed to sit down in her office and go through all the attacks. Maybe one of her boys would help her. R’dal, probably, since they could work together without being distracted by great sex.