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11.Jul.13, 07:46 AM
Indivara’s bleu gaze shifted from Nyvian to peering down at the bronze dragonet when he spoke, lips twitching at the way he corrected Nyvian for the nickname he had used, and the awful pronunciation the twin then used for it. Not bothering to ask, she leaned down to pick up the jug, and top up the cup in Nyvian’s hand, urging him to drink once more. When Skorzanth echoed his name once more, Indivara laughed lightly.
“We can hear you,” she teased, deeply amused. The Hatching Sands were a flurry of dragonet voices, though it was certainly nice to know which voice it was sitting before them! Watching them learn to modulate their ability to speak privately was something Indivara found more than a little fun. You could learn some of the most interesting things from dragonets that thought they were speaking privately, but still hadn’t mastered private communication. Ajaaskath had said some of the most interesting things before she and Kerrin had managed to master mind-speaking.
The use of her nickname caused Indivara to twitch, fingers tightening for a moment on Ryvian’s shoulders, which is where they had dropped to rest after Skorzanth had introduced himself. She breathed out a grumpy exhale, glaring irritably at Nyvian, quite aware that he was as likely to use her nickname to bait her as not, but unable to help the response. Then, the comment.
Indivara paused, considering, before she gave a dismissive snort as she peered up at Nyvian, giving every impression that she was staring down at the much taller weyrbrat. What was almost a foot in height difference, when being glared at by Indivara’s vivid blue eyes? “I think not,” she stated firmly, her hands both relaxing on Ryvian’s shoulder as her eyebrows arched upwards on her forehead. She leaned into the other weyrbrat, content in the knowledge that he would not move and send her sprawling – and if he did, he could damned well pick her up.
The girl’s expression altered, features taking on an arched look as she stared at Nyvian smugly, blue eyes sparkling with malicious amusement, though there was a flicker of fear living underneath. “Clearly the dragonets are picking off the shittier candidates first. That’s why all those northern bastards got theirs first.” She smirked. “Then Kerrin, who is clearly not as cool as we are, then you, who are less cool than Ryvian who isn’t as awesome as me, so he’ll be next.” Her slim fingers twitched against Ryvian’s shoulders; despite the arrogant assurance in her words, the idea of being left standing alone while Ryvian walked off with a dragon of his own was more than a little terrifying.
“We can hear you,” she teased, deeply amused. The Hatching Sands were a flurry of dragonet voices, though it was certainly nice to know which voice it was sitting before them! Watching them learn to modulate their ability to speak privately was something Indivara found more than a little fun. You could learn some of the most interesting things from dragonets that thought they were speaking privately, but still hadn’t mastered private communication. Ajaaskath had said some of the most interesting things before she and Kerrin had managed to master mind-speaking.
The use of her nickname caused Indivara to twitch, fingers tightening for a moment on Ryvian’s shoulders, which is where they had dropped to rest after Skorzanth had introduced himself. She breathed out a grumpy exhale, glaring irritably at Nyvian, quite aware that he was as likely to use her nickname to bait her as not, but unable to help the response. Then, the comment.
Indivara paused, considering, before she gave a dismissive snort as she peered up at Nyvian, giving every impression that she was staring down at the much taller weyrbrat. What was almost a foot in height difference, when being glared at by Indivara’s vivid blue eyes? “I think not,” she stated firmly, her hands both relaxing on Ryvian’s shoulder as her eyebrows arched upwards on her forehead. She leaned into the other weyrbrat, content in the knowledge that he would not move and send her sprawling – and if he did, he could damned well pick her up.
The girl’s expression altered, features taking on an arched look as she stared at Nyvian smugly, blue eyes sparkling with malicious amusement, though there was a flicker of fear living underneath. “Clearly the dragonets are picking off the shittier candidates first. That’s why all those northern bastards got theirs first.” She smirked. “Then Kerrin, who is clearly not as cool as we are, then you, who are less cool than Ryvian who isn’t as awesome as me, so he’ll be next.” Her slim fingers twitched against Ryvian’s shoulders; despite the arrogant assurance in her words, the idea of being left standing alone while Ryvian walked off with a dragon of his own was more than a little terrifying.
