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11.Jul.13, 08:30 AM
When Nyvian – N’vian – had finally been dragged off by the Weyrlingmaster, and the hatching sands had emptied of other occupants, Indivara moved to stand before Ryvian and offered him a hand, pulling the other weyrbrat to his feet and offering a vague smile. “C’mon, Ry.” Weaving her arm around his waist, Indivara curled against his side and urged him off the sands, and out into the far too bright sunshine; the girl squinting as she figured out what to do. Ideally, a bath and breakfast would be at the top of the list, but Indivara was not sure Ryvian cared about whether he smelled of sour wine and she was quite sure he was not hungry. The girl bit her lip for a moment, chewing on it as she considered. After a moment, she turned and dragged him towards the bathhouse.
He might not care if he smelled like sour wine, but she did!
The young man did not seem to be aware of anything at all, after squinting at the sun, and plodded along beside her without a word. That, frankly, suited Indivara just fine as she attempted to plan which bath would be best to shove him into; she didn’t want him to drown, and she certainly had no plans to topple in with him. Before her pregnancy, Indivara had been exceedingly twitchy about letting people see her body, notably where she was scarred over chest and shoulders – bad enough people stared at her face, she didn’t need them staring at the rest of her in shock or horror, either!
Since giving birth to Varlea, Indivara’s modesty had increased, with the girl wearing longer pants where once she had been quite happy to just run around in a stolen shirt and knickers. Now, not so, as stretch marks marred her upper thighs, her stomach and her lower back. Never mind the soft tummy she had been left with once Varlea had vacated it! Where once Indivara had refrained from sleeping with her friend in part because it was fun, and in part because she was shy about her scarring – now she had no desire to ever let any of them see her even half naked. Her body frightened her, and she could not (would not) imagine how they would react to it.
“In here,” she instructed, puffing slightly in part from having to half support Ryvian, and in part from so much exercise after sitting around for the past three months doing next to nothing while pregnant, and then doing very little after birthing the baby. The muscles in her legs objected to so much walking! Kicking a bathroom door open, Indivara shoved Ryvian in and kicked the door shut again. “You stink,” she explained as she knelt to undo the laces on his boots, and then stood, waving for him to kick them off before pointedly indicating the robe was to come off as well. Then she pointed at the tub. “In!”
When he was in the water, and she was warily convinced he was not about to drown himself, Indivara flicked off her own shoes – little girly slippers, of all things – and wandered to the far end of the tup. Eyeing Ryvian warily as she sat on the edge, Indivara rolled her pants up to her knees, and put her feet into the warm water, a look of relief etching over her face even as she glared at the boy though the expression. “Don’t,” she warned, unwilling to be tugged into the water. Pity sex was so not happening!
“When I can breathe around you again without choking on stink, we’ll go get some food and I’ll raid Jada’s supply of booze. She has a rather elegant collection, you know.” Indivara grinned impishly, brushing stray strands of dark hair off her face; her hair was frizzing in the humidity. “After last night, Krypth won’t tell her, either.” The girl’s smirk was truly evil, and radiated smug. She’d been trying to get into Jada’s supply for the past two turns!
He might not care if he smelled like sour wine, but she did!
The young man did not seem to be aware of anything at all, after squinting at the sun, and plodded along beside her without a word. That, frankly, suited Indivara just fine as she attempted to plan which bath would be best to shove him into; she didn’t want him to drown, and she certainly had no plans to topple in with him. Before her pregnancy, Indivara had been exceedingly twitchy about letting people see her body, notably where she was scarred over chest and shoulders – bad enough people stared at her face, she didn’t need them staring at the rest of her in shock or horror, either!
Since giving birth to Varlea, Indivara’s modesty had increased, with the girl wearing longer pants where once she had been quite happy to just run around in a stolen shirt and knickers. Now, not so, as stretch marks marred her upper thighs, her stomach and her lower back. Never mind the soft tummy she had been left with once Varlea had vacated it! Where once Indivara had refrained from sleeping with her friend in part because it was fun, and in part because she was shy about her scarring – now she had no desire to ever let any of them see her even half naked. Her body frightened her, and she could not (would not) imagine how they would react to it.
“In here,” she instructed, puffing slightly in part from having to half support Ryvian, and in part from so much exercise after sitting around for the past three months doing next to nothing while pregnant, and then doing very little after birthing the baby. The muscles in her legs objected to so much walking! Kicking a bathroom door open, Indivara shoved Ryvian in and kicked the door shut again. “You stink,” she explained as she knelt to undo the laces on his boots, and then stood, waving for him to kick them off before pointedly indicating the robe was to come off as well. Then she pointed at the tub. “In!”
When he was in the water, and she was warily convinced he was not about to drown himself, Indivara flicked off her own shoes – little girly slippers, of all things – and wandered to the far end of the tup. Eyeing Ryvian warily as she sat on the edge, Indivara rolled her pants up to her knees, and put her feet into the warm water, a look of relief etching over her face even as she glared at the boy though the expression. “Don’t,” she warned, unwilling to be tugged into the water. Pity sex was so not happening!
“When I can breathe around you again without choking on stink, we’ll go get some food and I’ll raid Jada’s supply of booze. She has a rather elegant collection, you know.” Indivara grinned impishly, brushing stray strands of dark hair off her face; her hair was frizzing in the humidity. “After last night, Krypth won’t tell her, either.” The girl’s smirk was truly evil, and radiated smug. She’d been trying to get into Jada’s supply for the past two turns!
