19.Sep.13, 05:29 PM
O'wain smiled as she pressed her finger against his lips. He was tempted to kiss her fingers but decided not to be so forward. She was younger than he preferred in his bed partners and flirting didn't seem right to him. In a few years when she was more a woman then he'll consider her fair game.
"Ahh, he's your wingsecond. It is always good to have a trusty wingsecond to watch your back and keep up the formation when you are occupied." O'wain heard about a rash of weyrbrat led pranks occurring about the Weyrfolk hall. It brought to mind the colored stone he had found in a basket of glows. "He's a great kid, wonderful personality and a heavy dose of fun. I hope you two never grow out of it, life is boring when everybody gets all tense and grouchy once they get older."
"Pleased to meet you Casa...a truly lovely name for a girl made of sterner stuff than many of the silly Hold bred girls who wouldn't dare sit on the ground and tend their beautiful firelizards on their lap." O'wain grinned and shrugged as she made it clear she was no stranger to the effects of flightlust even if she never was drawn into them yet.
So she didn't consider herself sweet? Definitely a rough and tough kind of girl. Weyrbred through and through as far as O'wain was concerned. This girl had a brain and was very practical, he did like that sort of girl. Then she said the words, the words that would get him to take on any challenge.
"Of course I am up for the challenge," O'wain thought back on his earlier words and realized he indicated he just wasn't responsible enough. True he probably would forget to feed them but if they were anything like Nishkath, he wouldn't sleep an extra minute once they woke up creeling in hunger. It would mess up his morning routine but he would adopt.
"If I ever get a chance to get my hands on a firelizard egg, I certainly will raise it up as successfully as I have Nishkath here." Reaching up he scratched the brown's chin. For his part Nishkath exhaled a warm puff of air over him, ruffling his hair in the process.
It will be interesting having a little cousin to care for. They are very endearing, I have watched many of them while I rested in my wallow. If you get a green or a gold, their eggs would make very nice gifts to the ladies you leave behind.
"So how did you get these three?" O'wain inquired, looking at Casa's collection.
"Ahh, he's your wingsecond. It is always good to have a trusty wingsecond to watch your back and keep up the formation when you are occupied." O'wain heard about a rash of weyrbrat led pranks occurring about the Weyrfolk hall. It brought to mind the colored stone he had found in a basket of glows. "He's a great kid, wonderful personality and a heavy dose of fun. I hope you two never grow out of it, life is boring when everybody gets all tense and grouchy once they get older."
"Pleased to meet you Casa...a truly lovely name for a girl made of sterner stuff than many of the silly Hold bred girls who wouldn't dare sit on the ground and tend their beautiful firelizards on their lap." O'wain grinned and shrugged as she made it clear she was no stranger to the effects of flightlust even if she never was drawn into them yet.
So she didn't consider herself sweet? Definitely a rough and tough kind of girl. Weyrbred through and through as far as O'wain was concerned. This girl had a brain and was very practical, he did like that sort of girl. Then she said the words, the words that would get him to take on any challenge.
"Of course I am up for the challenge," O'wain thought back on his earlier words and realized he indicated he just wasn't responsible enough. True he probably would forget to feed them but if they were anything like Nishkath, he wouldn't sleep an extra minute once they woke up creeling in hunger. It would mess up his morning routine but he would adopt.
"If I ever get a chance to get my hands on a firelizard egg, I certainly will raise it up as successfully as I have Nishkath here." Reaching up he scratched the brown's chin. For his part Nishkath exhaled a warm puff of air over him, ruffling his hair in the process.
"So how did you get these three?" O'wain inquired, looking at Casa's collection.