20.Nov.16, 11:20 PM
Indivara slumped into V’ler’s embrace, shifting her hands from hiding her head to wrap around the bluerider’s shoulders so she could cling to him, burying her face against the crook of his neck. For a while, it appeared she either didn’t hear or was ignoring V’ler’s statement, as she did little more than cry where she was sitting. After a while, the sobbing broke off to indelicate hiccups and sniffling, with Indivara shifting uncomfortably before withdrawing her arms, looking down at the floor with puffy eyes. While she sat up a little straighter, she didn’t wriggle away from her companion.
“I don’t care what they say about me,” and she didn’t. Indivara had heard her share of gossip about herself, and had always been someone that was talked about in one circle or another. She’d scoffed and laughed at much of the things spoken about, from her attitude as a child to her desire to Impress a bronze and all the laughter that caused, and still she’d held her head high. She’d heard all the whisperings that had gone about after she’d been mauled by bronze Hoth during the Hatching back in 231, and while it had solidified her self-consciousness about her scarring, Indivara had taken their mockery and comments with her head held high once more; she wouldn’t let anyone see how much they affected her.
Wiping at her cheek with the palm of one hand, Indivara pulled her legs up onto the bed and under herself, shifting a little closer to lean against V’ler without realising she did so. Taking a deep breath, Indivara sighed it out in a shuddering exhale. “Ry thinks Ven isn’t chasing because of me.” The sentence ended in a hiccup, and Indivara wiped at her face again. The young woman had been sitting on the conversation she’d had with R’vi for many months, chewing on it and unintentionally altering it until she wound up with one constant thought: she was fucking up her dragon, and her friend said so.
“I don’t care what they say about me,” and she didn’t. Indivara had heard her share of gossip about herself, and had always been someone that was talked about in one circle or another. She’d scoffed and laughed at much of the things spoken about, from her attitude as a child to her desire to Impress a bronze and all the laughter that caused, and still she’d held her head high. She’d heard all the whisperings that had gone about after she’d been mauled by bronze Hoth during the Hatching back in 231, and while it had solidified her self-consciousness about her scarring, Indivara had taken their mockery and comments with her head held high once more; she wouldn’t let anyone see how much they affected her.
Wiping at her cheek with the palm of one hand, Indivara pulled her legs up onto the bed and under herself, shifting a little closer to lean against V’ler without realising she did so. Taking a deep breath, Indivara sighed it out in a shuddering exhale. “Ry thinks Ven isn’t chasing because of me.” The sentence ended in a hiccup, and Indivara wiped at her face again. The young woman had been sitting on the conversation she’d had with R’vi for many months, chewing on it and unintentionally altering it until she wound up with one constant thought: she was fucking up her dragon, and her friend said so.