21.Jul.22, 08:58 PM
Cazan was not about to judge A'tay's relationship with Zelly, even when he added the qualifier to his statement that indicated a possibility that she might not want to stay with him when she arrived for the Hatching. It wasn't as if she had a very usual relationship either she supposed, or rather Weyrs were just odd places where relationships were always very personal and dependent on what the pair in question expected and wanted. She'd met very devoted weyrmates ho may as well have been married, and then others who were basically just roommates that enjoyed each others' company more than living alone.
She did however quickly shake her head when A'tay corrected her though. "I didn't mean it like that. I couldn't imagine you trying to make such demands, you're too sweet for that. It's still nice that she cooks in general and that you get to enjoy it." Cazan still thought of it as Zelly cooking for him, especially since she'd heard that the rather friendly candidate didn't really cook for anyone else except group dinners with A'tay, but she was fine with adhering to his preference regarding the wording. "Maybe if Mal settles down and stops surprising us with flights we can stop by to visit more often. Assuming S'far doesn't have us locked down." And after the baby was born of course.
You have to win your game first, Mal's voice was a teasing sing song as she finished up her round of stories and Caz sighed, doing her best to ignore the dragon. "She's ridiculous," she muttered as she gave a small nod in the gold's direction. She considered the dyes she'd want and started to jot down a list. Purple would be tricky to try and buy in itself, but if she could blend her own it would make it much easier to replicate a good color if she ran out. She added the rest of her supply list too while she was at it, though she tucked the list away in her pocket without handing it over. "I'll double check what I have when I head back to my weyr tonight and give you the list tomorrow."
The corner of her lips twitched and she shook her head as she eyes A'tay and laughed. "Do with you as I will huh?"Like wrestle! Malvayth chirped cheerfully to the both of them. Cazan groaned, bringing her notebook up to her face to hide behind it. "I'm so sorry-" But it's truuuue. You just picked a winner before you started playing which is no fun. In a more serious tone she turned her head to A'tay and added, I still think you were a very good wrestler, she's just being stubborn.
She did however quickly shake her head when A'tay corrected her though. "I didn't mean it like that. I couldn't imagine you trying to make such demands, you're too sweet for that. It's still nice that she cooks in general and that you get to enjoy it." Cazan still thought of it as Zelly cooking for him, especially since she'd heard that the rather friendly candidate didn't really cook for anyone else except group dinners with A'tay, but she was fine with adhering to his preference regarding the wording. "Maybe if Mal settles down and stops surprising us with flights we can stop by to visit more often. Assuming S'far doesn't have us locked down." And after the baby was born of course.
The corner of her lips twitched and she shook her head as she eyes A'tay and laughed. "Do with you as I will huh?"