21.Apr.20, 12:28 PM
Casa was still trying to organise her thoughts as she dressed in one of the elegant dresses Azrin had bought her at some point or another; it wasn’t ideal for travelling in, but it was warm and comfortable and stylish enough for a Hatching, even on etaking place in the evening when Casa would prefer to be naked, or in her lazy and very comfortable pyjamas. As she prepared, Casa had a weyrling come to her weyr – they all had firelizards, which was particularly handy at times – and she borrowed it to send a previously written letter to Azrin; the front page was extremely verbose, with a flowery array of words designed to copy the same bullshit the Holderfolk tended to be prone to. On the reverse, Casa had scrawled a simple ‘Hatching at Fort, wanna come?’ since it was quite late, and she’d be damned if she was interested in deciphering the bullshit on the front in Azrin’s place. When a positive response came, Casa sent a bronze pair to pick the Holder and his wife up, knowing Thallyath wouldn’t be able to carry all three of them. Well, she could, but she wouldn’t. And Casa was two breaths away from being a Weyrwoman, so such antics were below her now. Apparently.
Arriving at the Weyr, Casa left Thallyath to make herself comfortable wherever she so desired, knowing the gold wouldn’t cause any trouble, and entered the Sands, beelining towards Rhaedalyn and Helyna to make her greetings, and wish the latter a good Hatching. With those niceties and chitchat done, Casa waved at T’ryn and Mylorah (squishing the sudden uncomfortable feeling that was sprung on her at the sight of her friends) and turned to see Azrin and his wife, Candristra entering. Excusing herself from the small gathering near Helyna, Casa made her way over to the Holders and greeted them, allowing Candristra to pick where they should sit, with only a few suggestions when prompted, for where to find the best view.
Sitting with the couple, Casa chatted cheerfully with the pair – and her dragon – anything to keep her mind off that which kept trying to overwhelm her. She wasn’t looking forward to whenever alone time came around for her, and her eyebrows would knit occasionally, just for a moment, before she’d actively push the thoughts aside and school herself as she’d been taught by the Holder beside her. She knew, without actively knowing it, that Azrin would pick up on her distance, but her skills were improving.
Arriving at the Weyr, Casa left Thallyath to make herself comfortable wherever she so desired, knowing the gold wouldn’t cause any trouble, and entered the Sands, beelining towards Rhaedalyn and Helyna to make her greetings, and wish the latter a good Hatching. With those niceties and chitchat done, Casa waved at T’ryn and Mylorah (squishing the sudden uncomfortable feeling that was sprung on her at the sight of her friends) and turned to see Azrin and his wife, Candristra entering. Excusing herself from the small gathering near Helyna, Casa made her way over to the Holders and greeted them, allowing Candristra to pick where they should sit, with only a few suggestions when prompted, for where to find the best view.
Sitting with the couple, Casa chatted cheerfully with the pair – and her dragon – anything to keep her mind off that which kept trying to overwhelm her. She wasn’t looking forward to whenever alone time came around for her, and her eyebrows would knit occasionally, just for a moment, before she’d actively push the thoughts aside and school herself as she’d been taught by the Holder beside her. She knew, without actively knowing it, that Azrin would pick up on her distance, but her skills were improving.