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29.Jan.16, 03:19 AM
“Sounds about normal,” Indivara decided, using her own frequent sicknesses as a gauge was probably less than the ideal method of measurement, but it got the job done. She nodded to herself as she finished oiling Queenie, sending the crooning little firelizard to find somewhere else to nap (not on the bedding where she’d leave oily stains). Tugging her socks off, Indivara tossed them across the room in no particular direction – after all, V’ler was too ill to bitch at her about being a slob! – then paused thoughtfully at Veeth’s question.
There was no real reason not to stay, except that V’ler was sick, and in so being, was likely to pass the illness to Indivara. On the other hand, she was sick so regularly, that there was a good chance she wouldn’t get sick from him, because whatever germs he had had already passed through her system (Meaning you got him sick, probably ). Either way, she didn’t like the idea of upsetting Veeth.
“Yeah, I’ll stay,” She decided. Besides; it was just about bedtime and this bed came pre-warmed up. Why get dressed and go to another weyr where a bed was less likely to be warm – mostly because Indivara knew V’ler was one of the few people who would openly share his bed with her without expecting her to spread her legs as payment! Men!
Sliding off the bed, Indivara made quick work of stripping down to her underwear, at which point she set about digging up one of V’ler’s clean shirts to wear, fingering her scarring on her chest as she went. It was an idle habit, but one she couldn’t seem to get out of; they felt weird and while she knew she was scarred, there were times when she found it bizarre to feel them. Finding a shirt, she tugged it on and hugged herself, warm in the comfortable familiarity of her friend’s clothing.
Before making her way to bed, Indivara opted to pad out to where the two dragons were curled up, giving Veeth a comforting rub to the eyeridges and a nose cuddle, she reassured him with a gentleness that was generally only seen by the dragons that his rider would be fine in a day or two. When she was sure he was less stressed, Indivara moved to Venseth, cuddling her dragon’s nose and kissing his eyeridge with loving affection. She’d take them down to the lake to bathe tomorrow, so V’ler could sleep some of the day in peace, and for a moment, Veeth could forget about his worries; while the Weyr was a long way from full capacity of humans or dragons, there were always more than enough kids to lend a hand at dragon bathtime!
Returning to the bedroom, Indivara scrambled to her usual spot, slithering under the blankets and snuggling into her pillow. After a moment, she inched closer to V’ler, picking the cloth up off his pillow and folding it back over his forehead, she snuggled up close to him, resting her head on his chest. Despite her deep temptation, she refrained from pressing her icy cold feet against his legs. It would be hilarious, but it would also probably get her thrown from the bed.
Good call.
There was no real reason not to stay, except that V’ler was sick, and in so being, was likely to pass the illness to Indivara. On the other hand, she was sick so regularly, that there was a good chance she wouldn’t get sick from him, because whatever germs he had had already passed through her system (
“Yeah, I’ll stay,” She decided. Besides; it was just about bedtime and this bed came pre-warmed up. Why get dressed and go to another weyr where a bed was less likely to be warm – mostly because Indivara knew V’ler was one of the few people who would openly share his bed with her without expecting her to spread her legs as payment! Men!
Sliding off the bed, Indivara made quick work of stripping down to her underwear, at which point she set about digging up one of V’ler’s clean shirts to wear, fingering her scarring on her chest as she went. It was an idle habit, but one she couldn’t seem to get out of; they felt weird and while she knew she was scarred, there were times when she found it bizarre to feel them. Finding a shirt, she tugged it on and hugged herself, warm in the comfortable familiarity of her friend’s clothing.
Before making her way to bed, Indivara opted to pad out to where the two dragons were curled up, giving Veeth a comforting rub to the eyeridges and a nose cuddle, she reassured him with a gentleness that was generally only seen by the dragons that his rider would be fine in a day or two. When she was sure he was less stressed, Indivara moved to Venseth, cuddling her dragon’s nose and kissing his eyeridge with loving affection. She’d take them down to the lake to bathe tomorrow, so V’ler could sleep some of the day in peace, and for a moment, Veeth could forget about his worries; while the Weyr was a long way from full capacity of humans or dragons, there were always more than enough kids to lend a hand at dragon bathtime!
Returning to the bedroom, Indivara scrambled to her usual spot, slithering under the blankets and snuggling into her pillow. After a moment, she inched closer to V’ler, picking the cloth up off his pillow and folding it back over his forehead, she snuggled up close to him, resting her head on his chest. Despite her deep temptation, she refrained from pressing her icy cold feet against his legs. It would be hilarious, but it would also probably get her thrown from the bed.
