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The thought of the Weyrwoman booting herself out of her own Weyr was... Amusing. Kasar couldn't help but let loose a small and faint chuckle before shaking his head, that handsome smile still tugging at his lips. "Oh, I'm not worried at all, Azer. Though, it wouldbe quite amusing for a Weyrwoman to boot herself out for breaking the rules... Wouldn't you agree?" His voice was smooth, sly and sleek - helding pinches of humor inside of it. Turning to look a the woman his eyes still held that mischievous spark, aquamarine orbs taking a few seconds to absord the beauty before him. Just as quickly his gaze was back on the trail, as if it had never been on Azer before as he continued his hike - well, now their hike.
As she spoke of having tight ties with the Weyrling Master he chuckled, a pale hand passing through gray-ish locks of hair - which seemed to shine with shades of indios and blue. An odd coloration, no one knew if it was natural of artificial - and Kasar wasn't telling any time soon. "I'n sure you do, Azer. I'm sure you do." Of course, being Weyrwoma she must have a strong tie with the Candidate Master indeed, or Mistress in this case, but never would the male imagine for the Black-GoldRider and the StarRider to be blood related.
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