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19.Nov.13, 09:07 AM
“The fuck are you doing up this late?” Indivara’s question was less than pleasant as she paused in the doorway, shivering in the wet clothes she was wearing, and glared down at the brat hogging her favourite bath. She wouldn’t admit to anyone – and especially not herself – why it was her favourite room in the bathing house, but it was, and Indivara was not at all pleased by finding some blonde princess dirtying the water with her obnoxiousness. The girl’s expression twisted into a sneer and she wavered for a moment. Take out her frustrations on the blonde bimbo, or go find another bath, and then go take her frustrations out on a too-asleep-to-fight-back V’ler?
All of the above?
Apparently deciding on at least A, but likely a combination of A and B, Indivara stepped into the room and flicked the door shut. She didn’t bother to lock it, not interested in the girl in the bathwater having a freak out thinking Indivara was going to attack her or something ridiculous (Indivara did not have that kind of energy at the moment; besides, drowning someone in her favourite tub was not something she liked the idea of). Grumpy blue eyes examined the room before Indivara made her way over to the bench on the far side and poked around at what was there; some towels, soaps, oils, the usual crap that was left in the bathing house for the Weyr occupants to use.
Deciding there were enough towels there, and that she wouldn’t have to go running around to find more (or rather, actively get to them before Casa and make the brat run around naked) Indivara made her way to the far end of the tub and eyed Casa off suspiciously. If she had pissed in the water, Indivara was going to skin her alive! With that thought clearly written on her face, Indivara sat down on the edge of the tub and slipped her bare legs into the water. The warmth was closer to hot on her rain-damped skin, but her fever was fighting back.
Indivara took a deep breath, and slipped into the water – shirt still very much on – and then ducked down so her chin was barely above it. The small girl’s body was wracked with shivers, but sweat quickly beaded across her forehead. The list of people that would kill her for running around in the rain with a fever was longer than Indivara had thought as she idled on who it was that would be angry with her – Ry would be, and Par’a, and Talian would probably give her dirty looks when she wound up under his reluctant care again. Her mother would sneer, and Val would probably make a snippy remark. She hadn’t known so many people cared! Indivara’s eyes were glassy with the feverish thoughts as she turned her attention back on Casa.
“You’re in my bath,” she told the girl, her voice slightly lost, and tinged with confusion.
All of the above?
Apparently deciding on at least A, but likely a combination of A and B, Indivara stepped into the room and flicked the door shut. She didn’t bother to lock it, not interested in the girl in the bathwater having a freak out thinking Indivara was going to attack her or something ridiculous (Indivara did not have that kind of energy at the moment; besides, drowning someone in her favourite tub was not something she liked the idea of). Grumpy blue eyes examined the room before Indivara made her way over to the bench on the far side and poked around at what was there; some towels, soaps, oils, the usual crap that was left in the bathing house for the Weyr occupants to use.
Deciding there were enough towels there, and that she wouldn’t have to go running around to find more (or rather, actively get to them before Casa and make the brat run around naked) Indivara made her way to the far end of the tub and eyed Casa off suspiciously. If she had pissed in the water, Indivara was going to skin her alive! With that thought clearly written on her face, Indivara sat down on the edge of the tub and slipped her bare legs into the water. The warmth was closer to hot on her rain-damped skin, but her fever was fighting back.
Indivara took a deep breath, and slipped into the water – shirt still very much on – and then ducked down so her chin was barely above it. The small girl’s body was wracked with shivers, but sweat quickly beaded across her forehead. The list of people that would kill her for running around in the rain with a fever was longer than Indivara had thought as she idled on who it was that would be angry with her – Ry would be, and Par’a, and Talian would probably give her dirty looks when she wound up under his reluctant care again. Her mother would sneer, and Val would probably make a snippy remark. She hadn’t known so many people cared! Indivara’s eyes were glassy with the feverish thoughts as she turned her attention back on Casa.
“You’re in my bath,” she told the girl, her voice slightly lost, and tinged with confusion.
