09.Jun.14, 03:37 AM
“M’glad,” Indivara hummed, agreeably settling back down to cuddle up to V’ler as he prompted her along. Tired blue eyes watched as his fingers played through a lock of her hair, content to listen as he spoke in broken little sentences. “I know,” Indivara whispered in return, burying her face in the crook of his neck as he held her tighter; even when she had been outright furious, Jada had always been happy to be at Katila and Indivara could not imagine anyone arguing that fact. She had loved her life, and she had loved her dragon, even if Indivara knew she had wanted more. Jada had wanted equality within the population that had had her mocked and laughed at, even by Indivara herself. No one would ever take women seriously, and the more they expected to be taken seriously, the more Indivara had seen them treated less so.
That had not stopped Jada, any more than it had stopped Indivara declaring right up until she actually Impressed that someday she’d have a bronze, and together they’d right the wrongs that had been dealt upon not only themselves, but the world in general. Indivara had known it would never happen; girls did not Impress bronze – not even law breaking, wild child girls like herself. It just wasn’t the way of things, and Indivara knew she would have a rough time ahead just bonded to a blue; to be that type of outcast, that was a terrifying thought and she was glad all the more for Venseth.
As her thoughts drifted into more normal areas, that didn’t revolve around the pain and loss of Jada, Indivara relaxed and drew in a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then expelled it very slowly and controlled, her eyes wide. She had always known V’ler did not stink; that was a given or she would have abandoned his bed long before she ever fell into it. Or possibly broken his nose when his smelly self made off with her after Veeth lost that fateful flight. She had never, however, actively enjoyed the way he smelt.
Is that bad? Venseth asked innocently, trying to keep V’ler out, but whether or not he actually achieved that was debatable. They were still learning to focus their thoughts directly and Venseth was not naturally inclined to being overly quiet and with the two together so often, Venseth was more in a habit of including the other rider for ease of conversation. I guess not, Indivara returned, watching as her fingers played over the stitching of his shirt, her touch light and dancing.
You should tell him then! The dragonet’s innocent delight in that idea was definitely not private, but his joy pushed Indivara to laugh softly, letting her young dragon’s joy in the simple things buoy her mood for as long as it would allow. She shook her head wordlessly against V’ler’s chest, before tilting her head up, though all she could see was a bottom view of his chin and his cheek. “You smell good,” Indivara purred softly, her voice managing not to bely the embarrassed colouring on her face, which she ducked back down to tuck under his chin again.
Yay! Venseth chripped happily to himself and gave Veeth a smug look.
That had not stopped Jada, any more than it had stopped Indivara declaring right up until she actually Impressed that someday she’d have a bronze, and together they’d right the wrongs that had been dealt upon not only themselves, but the world in general. Indivara had known it would never happen; girls did not Impress bronze – not even law breaking, wild child girls like herself. It just wasn’t the way of things, and Indivara knew she would have a rough time ahead just bonded to a blue; to be that type of outcast, that was a terrifying thought and she was glad all the more for Venseth.
As her thoughts drifted into more normal areas, that didn’t revolve around the pain and loss of Jada, Indivara relaxed and drew in a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then expelled it very slowly and controlled, her eyes wide. She had always known V’ler did not stink; that was a given or she would have abandoned his bed long before she ever fell into it. Or possibly broken his nose when his smelly self made off with her after Veeth lost that fateful flight. She had never, however, actively enjoyed the way he smelt.