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740.07.17 | We're here to fuck shit up - D'lyne - 24.Jul.19
Are you ready!? asked her with as much excitement as Daelyne felt and the girl slapped the green on the shoulder. "Damn straight," she answered with a grin. She loved her dragon, loved the green more and more every day. Tybalith was the perfect match for her and it showed in how well the pair did what they needed to do during lessons. Tybalith encouraged Daelyne hedonistic nature and egged her on during a few encountered with bitchy girls. Each girl had left her company with a bloody lip and Daelyne laughing in the background. No one got to tell her they were an abomination and live to tell the tale. Well. Maybe live but definitely not walk away unscathed. Daelyne never apologized and none of her 'masters could get her to.
Now they were headed to the gather. They'd been good enough for a while to be allowed to go. The pair had worked hard and rather manipulatively to be able to go. They'd won that hardship and were off to get their groove on. Both were excited to see what would happen, a gather was not a gather without some kind of drama and if either were the cause? Oh well, life went on. The flight to the hold was good for Tybalith and neither complained. The green needed to stretch her wings and Daelyne needed to feel the wind. And they got there in one piece so there was that.
Bidding the green good-bye, Daelyne did remind her that she still needed to behave and no fighting with the other dragons. A promise and Daelyne was off to have a damn good time. Flitting here and there, Pixie squawking the whole time as the little green fought to keep up and Daelyne was in her element. She did keep her fingers from pockets but didn't keep her fingers from pinching a rear that was too nice to resist, Daelyne did what Daelyne did best.
Had a damn good time.
It didn't take long before some idiotic holdbred shit to say something to her. Didn't take long for Daelyne to plant a fist in a face and it didn't take long for Daelyne to be in trouble. The twat should've kept her mouth shut about Tybalith and nothing would have happened. But no. Had to call them unnatural. HAd to make Daelyne give them a black eye. Served them right. She should have shut up when you told her too, the green told her with an imperious sniff, Her fault entirely.
Hands dusting off and Daelyne stood and whistled with merriment as she watched the bitch scuttle off. "Next time I won't take it easy on you!" she shouted brightly, "Bitch!" She didn't see the ruckus around her, the stares or the gasps. And if she had she wouldn't have care. Bright blue eyes sparkled with her amusement and the adrenaline that still spiked. She needed something to take that adrenaline and abuse it. But what she had no idea.
RE: 740.07.17 | We're here to fuck shit up - V'ra - 24.Jul.19
Honestly, Indivara had taken to being Weyrlingmaster quite well; she enjoyed it — after all, she'd always been prone to bossing people around and she loved being in a position of authority. The fact that many of her students were her own age (and even, in several cases, people she’d literally grown up with and gone to crèche with) only made it all the better for the young woman. She thrived.
Sure, there were hiccups, and the three women were each a bane on her existence — though each for different reasons! Vessaelia was the one that frustrated Indivara the most, but the girl was improving and Indivara (and Daelyne and Tala) were quick to shut up anyone that caused trouble. Indivara didn’t step in too often, because she wanted the women to get used to standing up for themselves. It wasn’t too bad, right now, because it was mostly their class members and a few more stupid candidates or young folk. The elder people either kept their opinions more quiet, or had gotten it all out of their system when Indivara herself went through Weyrlinghood. One of the reasons she couldn’t bring herself to get too hard on Daelyne was because they all knew Indivara herself had caused an assortment of injuries to bullies during her own Weyrlinghood.
That said, Indivara still made sure the right people saw her scolding the other girl when required. She wasn’t going to get told she was going lightly on anyone, and honestly, Indivara made the three greenriders work twice as hard as their male companions. Not because she didn’t believe they were just as good, but because Indivara knew how bloody damned hard it was to get taken seriously by the other riders. The girls would always have to work twice as hard to get half the praise of their colourmates.
So, when Indivara heard the sounds of a scrape (and many a horrified holder) not far away, she knew who it was. She knew even before Venseth filled her in, and before her firelizards — who were both on spy duty — came scampering back to tattle tale on the excitable girl. Indivara sent Saph off to continue his rounds, while she kept Queenie with her and wove through the growing crowd. Indivara kept her face neutral, but had to stamp on more than a few toes and elbow a few kidneys to get through. She wasn’t sure if her diminutive height was a bonus or a hindrance at that point.
Standing on the edge of the crowd, almost hidden in the shade of a tent selling wares, Indivara watched as the holder girl? — She couldn’t see her knots — finally took off, looking pretty worse for ware. Indivara waited, watching Daelyn quietly; she wanted to see if any of the Holders were going to step in, cause more trouble. Indivara wasn’t particularly politically savvy and she really didn’t want to have to deal with some uptight Holder that she’d probably tell to go fuck himself.
That really wouldn’t help that scenario.
When no one stepped forward, but everyone was still gawking, Indivara slipped into the no-man’s land surrounding Daelyn and lifted her eyebrow at the young woman. “Daelyn,” she said mildly, “watch your language.” Indivara’s lips twitched just slightly, her own blue eyes sparkling with amusement as she gave the greenrider a solid look up and down, as if she’d never seen her before. Which honestly, while very few of the Holders around them would recognise Indivara’s knots they would take in that she was a bluerider. “Holders are such a delicate group. It’s the lack of sunshine. Too much time spent sulking in the tunnels, afraid of the sky.” Her smirk was mischievous, encouraging the other girl to insult the weak little bastards back to her.
It had been so long since Indivara had gotten to stir up trouble!
RE: 740.07.17 | We're here to fuck shit up - D'lyne - 26.Jul.19
Shit, was her first thought when she heard the voice coming from the crowd. It was never a good idea to let your weyrlingmaster find you starting fights at a gather. Daelyne wasn't remorseful, of course, she was just irritated she got caught. Sassy smirk curled the corner of her mouth up as she turned slightly to watch Indivara look her up and down. "Why? Is it goin' somewhere?" she sassed back just as mildly. She hadn't missed the quirks of Indivara's lips and her own smirk grew into a brilliant smile. She was unrepentant about everything that had just transpired and it showed plainly on her face.
"I've found," she said as her smile changed into a grin, "That holders bleed far to easy. You're right though, they are definitely not a hearty bunch." She could feel the tension growing around her, reveled in it and knew something was going to happen. She was probably going to get kicked out. Probably sent home in disgrace she didn't feel for inciting a riot but Daelyne really just could not help herself. "It was almost like kicking a puppy," she continued, "Dragonriders put up a much better fight than any holders I've come across today." She took the time to find the most likely to react while she was speaking.
Blue eyes tracked the crowd as she stood with the small woman who was her superior in both rider class and ability. Ah. Found him. A little more heavily built than the rest, with small eyes that reminded Daelyne of a hog. "They all seem to squeal and cry like a herd of hogs," she kept going as she pointedly looked the idiot up and down, sneer on her face as she said it. "But, I don't know, do you think their worth the time to slap around?" Maybe she could get a small fight going, make some marks. Have a good time. Waste that adrenaline that was still high. She obviously wasn't going to fuck anyone at the moment so she'd get that pound of flesh some how.
"Think I could take 'em?" she asked as she jerked her head towards piggy boy.
RE: 740.07.17 | We're here to fuck shit up - V'ra - 24.Aug.19
Indivara smirked as the tension rose, feeling it prickling against her skin like electricity after she spoke, and before Daelyne had done more than turn in her direction. She knew she was going to be in big trouble with teh higher ups, but what the hell? She was already going to be in trouble for letting Daelyne off her leash, Indivara figured she might as well get in on the action! She could feel Venseth’s sort of amused resignation, but also his approval for her fire. He loved her fire, it was one of the things about her that had attracted the little blue back on the Sands that fateful day. Indivara’s shoulders straightened that little bit more, and she tilted her head, smirking, as Queenie chattered her agreement with what Daelyne had said.
None of the current onlookers would know Indivara was supposed to be curtailing bad behaviour, doling out punishment, not squaring up to help punch folks. That added extra adrenaline; she was a miscellaneous bluerider. Granted, all anyone would need to do was say it was a girl wearing bluerider knots and everyone would know it was her — never mind her obviously short stature and her long, dark braid. The tight leather pants, and loose gather shirt (an old one of Val’s Indivara might have purposefully accidentally shrunk so it fit her better and her mate couldn’t squeeze into it any more), her wild expression filled with mirth. Blue eyes focused on someone behind Daelyne, watching the way they seemed to shift their weight onto their toes as she baited someone behind Indivara.
“Hardly,” Indivara sneered, her vivid gaze locked on the lumbering wher of a man, watching his stupid gaze heat up when he realised he was being baited, the way he seemed to rile up and she laughed, the sound sharp and sarcastic, aimed at the wher-man. “They’re not worth the time of the day,” she added, before Daelyne asked the important question, and a maniacal smirk lit up Indivara’s face.
“Definitely.” There was no hesitation, and she cocked her head, hand on her hip as she watched the wher-man prepare to launch himself at Daelyne’s back. What a fucking coward! “Bet they couldn’t even land a punch!” Oh, no doubt some of them would get lucky, Indivara decided, sneering at wher-man as she dodged around Daelyne to intercept his leap and punch him hard and heavy in the kidneys, watching as he dropped like a stone with a grunt. Indivara laughed joyfully. “Reckon the dumb whers will try, though!” She chortled, sidestepping the guy as he staggered to his feet, and swiftly kicked him, from behind and right between the legs. She cringed at the pain he must have felt as her foot landed true, but was back and dancing on the balls of her feet before he’d even landed on the ground with a groan of agony.
“Bring it you yellow bellied wher-fucking whores!”