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22.Apr.20, 02:21 AM
Having no real job other than to show support to the Lord Holder when needed, Azrin didn't keep any set schedule. Some nights saw him in bed at a respectful hour while others saw him up late doing a whole variety of things that certainly weren't classified as respectful. When the firelizard bearing a letter arrived, he had just been preparing to join his wife in bed where he had joined her earlier. She still had a glow about her and seemed so peaceful as she slept that Azrin was loath to wake her. However, she stirred a moment later, something that didn't surprise him anymore after the first few times she had said she could always tell he was nearby or watching her.
Azrin explained the letter about the Hatching but insisted she didn't have to go as it was late and would be dull and political. Candristra was having none of it, though. She enjoyed watching the little baby dragons find their mates and she liked Casa. Azrin was still deciding if that was a good thing or not. At least his wife agreed Casa was still in need of lessons to help navigate her way through Holder gatherings so his time spent with the petite blonde was never questioned.
When he realised that neither the Lord Holder or the heir were invited, Azrin considered doing it himself. He decided against the Lord Holder since the Hatching was at Fort and not Ista but Aldra could be a good one to have along with him. The heir was another one he had wrapped around his finger and he wanted to keep Aldra and Casa tightly linked as well so that when the Lord Holder met his sudden and shocking end, Azrin would be sitting pretty with a gentle guiding hand on the back of both leaders of the island.
In the end he decided asking Aldra for forgiveness in the morning would be easier than waking the young lord and his wife. He focused instead on his own wife, making sure she was suitably dressed for comfort and warmth as going between left a deep chill in her.
When they arrived at the Hatching, Casa was quick to greet him and he thanked her for the bronze escort before letting the women decide where to sit. He was busy taking in the spectators, looking for faces he knew and those that he didn't yet seemed important enough to ask about. As they took their seats, he held Candristra close to share his body heat with her as the women continued to chat with him jumping in here and there.
He noticed Casa wasn't entirely with the conversation at points and wondered what was on the girl's mind. It could be the late hour, maybe even the weight of her upcoming duties, or perhaps she was horny and just in need. He couldn't help with any of that at the moment but when Candristra turned to the men sitting a bit down the bench from them to greet them, Azrin took the moment to lean over to whisper to Casa as he vaguely pointed at the Sands to make it seem like the conversation was about the Hatching.
"You're distracted. Are your friends not leaving you as sated as I do? We'll have an extended lesson tomorrow," Azrin promised. Often their lessons were just that; teaching the blonde etiquette, history, or even about poisons and plants. Extended lessons always involved sex and while that offer would stand because of his own addiction to the act, Azrin didn't think the lack of sex was what was distracting Casa. He wondered what it was and if it would benefit him in any way.
Azrin explained the letter about the Hatching but insisted she didn't have to go as it was late and would be dull and political. Candristra was having none of it, though. She enjoyed watching the little baby dragons find their mates and she liked Casa. Azrin was still deciding if that was a good thing or not. At least his wife agreed Casa was still in need of lessons to help navigate her way through Holder gatherings so his time spent with the petite blonde was never questioned.
When he realised that neither the Lord Holder or the heir were invited, Azrin considered doing it himself. He decided against the Lord Holder since the Hatching was at Fort and not Ista but Aldra could be a good one to have along with him. The heir was another one he had wrapped around his finger and he wanted to keep Aldra and Casa tightly linked as well so that when the Lord Holder met his sudden and shocking end, Azrin would be sitting pretty with a gentle guiding hand on the back of both leaders of the island.
In the end he decided asking Aldra for forgiveness in the morning would be easier than waking the young lord and his wife. He focused instead on his own wife, making sure she was suitably dressed for comfort and warmth as going between left a deep chill in her.
When they arrived at the Hatching, Casa was quick to greet him and he thanked her for the bronze escort before letting the women decide where to sit. He was busy taking in the spectators, looking for faces he knew and those that he didn't yet seemed important enough to ask about. As they took their seats, he held Candristra close to share his body heat with her as the women continued to chat with him jumping in here and there.
He noticed Casa wasn't entirely with the conversation at points and wondered what was on the girl's mind. It could be the late hour, maybe even the weight of her upcoming duties, or perhaps she was horny and just in need. He couldn't help with any of that at the moment but when Candristra turned to the men sitting a bit down the bench from them to greet them, Azrin took the moment to lean over to whisper to Casa as he vaguely pointed at the Sands to make it seem like the conversation was about the Hatching.
"You're distracted. Are your friends not leaving you as sated as I do? We'll have an extended lesson tomorrow," Azrin promised. Often their lessons were just that; teaching the blonde etiquette, history, or even about poisons and plants. Extended lessons always involved sex and while that offer would stand because of his own addiction to the act, Azrin didn't think the lack of sex was what was distracting Casa. He wondered what it was and if it would benefit him in any way.
