28.Jun.20, 01:23 AM
She nodded and was visibly relieved when he talked about the more open and casual nature of Weyr gathers, slouching comfortably and letting out a slight giggle at the mention of losing clothes. She certainly wasn’t shy with regards to that. Clothes bogged a person down and made movement difficult. Running, particularly during the summer months, was best done in snug but not too tight shorts and a band across the chest to keep what little bit she had up there from bouncing. That didn’t go over well with most, particularly where typical Holderfolk were involved, but it was definitely more comfortable. And though she sometimes wished for more womanly curves, she was still quite happy with her physical shape…why not show it off from time to time?
Though she still wouldn’t mind earning some extra marks. After all, she’d need to pay this Cazan girl if she were to make a message pouch for Rudi.
Glad to hear that races and betting weren’t frowned upon, She bounced in her seat, excitement tingling through her at the thought of being near some sort of action she was at least semi-familiar with. “I’d love the company, if you’re not sick of me already.” She smiled sideways at the dragonrider in an effort to joke. Being on the traces was so serious, and she was realizing more and more that she was severely lacking in her skills of ‘how to have a good time’ because of just how seriously she had taken her Craft and her life up to joining Fort. It was nice to loosen up and enjoy things.
She’d never actually been in a race, but was confident she’d do well for herself. A thought occurred to her and she stopped mid-bounce. “Wait…are we talking about the same kind of race?” She paused and stared intently at him for a moment. “I was talking about running myself…not horses…” she trailed off and laughed. “Though I’m good either way. It’s bound to be good fun, regardless!” She quickly considered it and decided her judgement of a human runner body may translate well to picking a winning beast and made to stand, gesturing for her companion to follow.
Though she still wouldn’t mind earning some extra marks. After all, she’d need to pay this Cazan girl if she were to make a message pouch for Rudi.
Glad to hear that races and betting weren’t frowned upon, She bounced in her seat, excitement tingling through her at the thought of being near some sort of action she was at least semi-familiar with. “I’d love the company, if you’re not sick of me already.” She smiled sideways at the dragonrider in an effort to joke. Being on the traces was so serious, and she was realizing more and more that she was severely lacking in her skills of ‘how to have a good time’ because of just how seriously she had taken her Craft and her life up to joining Fort. It was nice to loosen up and enjoy things.
She’d never actually been in a race, but was confident she’d do well for herself. A thought occurred to her and she stopped mid-bounce. “Wait…are we talking about the same kind of race?” She paused and stared intently at him for a moment. “I was talking about running myself…not horses…” she trailed off and laughed. “Though I’m good either way. It’s bound to be good fun, regardless!” She quickly considered it and decided her judgement of a human runner body may translate well to picking a winning beast and made to stand, gesturing for her companion to follow.