13.Jul.13, 05:56 AM
Indivara’s eyebrows arched up dramatically and she smiled sweetly at Ryvian. “I didn’t ask if you were. That’s what we’re doing, and you’ll be a good boy and do as you’re told.” Sugar coated her words and Indivara slowly flicked her feet back and forwards, shifting the water around them where she sat on the edge of the tub. She didn’t really care what Ryvian wanted right then, mostly because she was quite sure even he wouldn’t be sure of what it was he would want until the shock of his brother’s Impression mellowed and went away and Skorzanth became a part of life. It would be quicker for Nyvian, of course; the newly Impressed seemed to adjust to their new life with extreme speed – Ryvian would take more time. Despite that, Indivara did not have forever, and her patience would likely wear thin before his bath was over.
“Of course you were,” Indivara drawled, not at all surprised to learn Ryvian had been in someone’s bed for at least some part of the night – she was honestly more surprised it hadn’t been shared between several someone’s beds. Her fellow Weyrbrat was as whorish as Grith! (Though the dragon, at least, had the excuse of not remembering who or when her last fuck was. Ryvian had no such fall back.) Indivara’s nose scrunched up, and she leaned forward slightly to dip her hands into the warm water, lifting them, and watching as it dripped back into the tub. It was nice, to hear the sounds of water and not immediately be convinced she was about to wet her pants. There was absolutely nothing glamorous about being pregnant!
“Was V’ler there?” Brilliant blue eyes lifted to search Ryvian’s face, a slight frown on her features. She was not sure if she would be more surprised by the bluerider’s participation, or not. It seemed like the man was ever entwined with someone – whether because his dragon won, or lost. Did he ever rest? The girl’s eyes rolled. Whether or not he spent his nights fucking, the bastard was undoubtedly getting more sleep than her – she was convinced Varlea slept through the day, just to be wide awake for most the night. It didn’t help that Jada would steal the baby as soon as she started getting sleepy and not give her back to Indivara, who was determined to keep the little mite awake so they could both sleep at night.
Maybe she would have the night to herself and just feed Varlea before palming her off on some dragonrider or another. That sounded like a good plan to the girl, and she withdrew her legs from the water and stood up carefully, not keen on slipping and breaking her neck. Making it to the sidewall, Indivara collected some soap sand before wandering back, and putting it down near Ryvian. “He left his mark on your shoulder,” Indivara snorted as she slipped into the tub behind her friend, still fully clothed, and used both hands to dump water over the top of his head. “He probably gave you his lice, too.” An impish grin was on her lips as she followed the dumped water with a handful of soap sand, which she slapped onto Ryvian’s head (with very little care for his hangover) and started scrubbing.
“Of course you were,” Indivara drawled, not at all surprised to learn Ryvian had been in someone’s bed for at least some part of the night – she was honestly more surprised it hadn’t been shared between several someone’s beds. Her fellow Weyrbrat was as whorish as Grith! (Though the dragon, at least, had the excuse of not remembering who or when her last fuck was. Ryvian had no such fall back.) Indivara’s nose scrunched up, and she leaned forward slightly to dip her hands into the warm water, lifting them, and watching as it dripped back into the tub. It was nice, to hear the sounds of water and not immediately be convinced she was about to wet her pants. There was absolutely nothing glamorous about being pregnant!
“Was V’ler there?” Brilliant blue eyes lifted to search Ryvian’s face, a slight frown on her features. She was not sure if she would be more surprised by the bluerider’s participation, or not. It seemed like the man was ever entwined with someone – whether because his dragon won, or lost. Did he ever rest? The girl’s eyes rolled. Whether or not he spent his nights fucking, the bastard was undoubtedly getting more sleep than her – she was convinced Varlea slept through the day, just to be wide awake for most the night. It didn’t help that Jada would steal the baby as soon as she started getting sleepy and not give her back to Indivara, who was determined to keep the little mite awake so they could both sleep at night.
Maybe she would have the night to herself and just feed Varlea before palming her off on some dragonrider or another. That sounded like a good plan to the girl, and she withdrew her legs from the water and stood up carefully, not keen on slipping and breaking her neck. Making it to the sidewall, Indivara collected some soap sand before wandering back, and putting it down near Ryvian. “He left his mark on your shoulder,” Indivara snorted as she slipped into the tub behind her friend, still fully clothed, and used both hands to dump water over the top of his head. “He probably gave you his lice, too.” An impish grin was on her lips as she followed the dumped water with a handful of soap sand, which she slapped onto Ryvian’s head (with very little care for his hangover) and started scrubbing.