03.Oct.19, 02:34 AM
Azrin just raised his brows at Tazikel's mini meltdown over his boots, far too amused by that being the major focus upon waking, though he supposed he wouldn't have been too happy about it if the roles were reversed. Still, he humoured Tazikel for a moment, making a show of moving his legs so the boots hung over the edge and then moved them back when his young friend was distracted with moving around again.
Given the brief review of the Hatching, Azrin felt it safe to assume Tazikel didn't notice the blue sire. If he had, that would have been one of the first things out of his mouth since lordlings liked nothing more than to gossip about other people--especially those in unfortunate circumstances. "Then I missed nothing exciting. Just a standard Hatching but a quarter of the size. Colour me relieved." And Tazikel unharmed. As much as he liked his fellow second son, Azrin liked his plans working out flawlessly even more.
"You see, I didn't attend because letters were sent out to the Holds stating we shouldn't waste our time coming for such an oddly small clutch. Which leads me to believe you were personally invited. Since I haven't seen you at past Ista Hatchings, I'm going to assume you reconnected with our dear Kordiavis and he asked you to come." He still wasn't convinced Casa had been telling the truth. Too many details didn't add up since he knew the man somewhat well enough to catch them. If she had been lying, he was proud of her attempt but he'd have to give her lessons in how to do it more convincingly.
"Or perhaps someone else caught your eye and you were there for her? You and that insatiable love of the ladies would lead you to the Weyrs eventually." Like he was one to talk but Azrin was simply tossing out another idea, one that would have made more sense if High Reaches Weyr was open, but Ista? That seemed a bit unlikely but it gave him a chance to tease Tazikel which was why he grinned as he said it and ruffled the blonde locks that were in absolute chaos from sleep.
Given the brief review of the Hatching, Azrin felt it safe to assume Tazikel didn't notice the blue sire. If he had, that would have been one of the first things out of his mouth since lordlings liked nothing more than to gossip about other people--especially those in unfortunate circumstances. "Then I missed nothing exciting. Just a standard Hatching but a quarter of the size. Colour me relieved." And Tazikel unharmed. As much as he liked his fellow second son, Azrin liked his plans working out flawlessly even more.
"You see, I didn't attend because letters were sent out to the Holds stating we shouldn't waste our time coming for such an oddly small clutch. Which leads me to believe you were personally invited. Since I haven't seen you at past Ista Hatchings, I'm going to assume you reconnected with our dear Kordiavis and he asked you to come." He still wasn't convinced Casa had been telling the truth. Too many details didn't add up since he knew the man somewhat well enough to catch them. If she had been lying, he was proud of her attempt but he'd have to give her lessons in how to do it more convincingly.
"Or perhaps someone else caught your eye and you were there for her? You and that insatiable love of the ladies would lead you to the Weyrs eventually." Like he was one to talk but Azrin was simply tossing out another idea, one that would have made more sense if High Reaches Weyr was open, but Ista? That seemed a bit unlikely but it gave him a chance to tease Tazikel which was why he grinned as he said it and ruffled the blonde locks that were in absolute chaos from sleep.