31.Oct.16, 12:02 AM
“Umm,” Indivara frowned slightly at R’vi, chewing on her scar as she thought over what he’d suggested, two fingers tracing over the scar that was across her collarbone in an absent manner. Indivara hated her scars with a vengeance, but had early developed a nervous habit of tracing them when she was thinking deeply or was uncomfortable. Like the way her face gave away her every thought, so was the action an indicator of what was going on inside her head. “I don’t know,” she finally sighed, turning her frown upon her dragon, who was busy playing with Vydoriath.
“Maybe that’s the problem,” Indivara murmured, shifting uncomfortably as she glanced up at R’vi and then back towards her dragon. Her face heated up and she shifted again, pursing her lips into a flat line before expelling a long breath and frowning at R’vi. She picked up chewing her lip again for a moment as she considered what she was about to tell her friend. He’d been her friend for a long time, and while she didn’t trust him on the same level as V’ler, he was a good person and she was hoping he’d be nice enough not to laugh at her. She could always drown him if he did, and then he wouldn’t be alive to tell anyone.
“Val would only complain if I brought someone back to his rooms.” Her tone was dry, and she shook her head slightly. “And only because I threw a tantrum when I walked in on him and his latest loser buddy.” It had been a lot of fun, actually, and Indivara’s sly little smirk indicated as much, though it vanished a few moments later as her eyebrows furrowed together. “Honestly Ry, I haven’t slept with anyone since I found out I was pregnant with Varlea.” Which meant her last sexual escapade was with her current companion in the baths, and though it still made Indivara squirm uncomfortably to think about, they hadn’t really done all that much. Her shoulders slumped as realised she was letting her dragon down, but she wasn’t quite sure how to let him know she was okay with him chasing, when she wasn’t entirely sure she was okay with him chasing.
“I guess I’m suppressing him.” She murmured, picking at the scar across her collarbone without realising what she was doing. She’d seen what flight lust did to dragonriders, and while some handled it rather gracefully (such as V’ler) some did not, and Indivara was afraid of what the lust would do to her, though she hadn’t realised that until that moment. The girl grimaced. Maybe those people who said blues were for men were right; in that moment, she wasn’t sure she had what it took to let Venseth be himself freely.