15.Mar.12, 03:22 AM
Indivara held tight to Jada's hand as the young woman lead her through the throngs of people, the girl's eyes wide as she stared at them all. Indivara wasn't completely naive, she'd known it would be a big event. The Weyr had been alive with whispers and gossip for the past few days, and she'd been in the thick of it to learn as much as she could. Indivara knew B'jin as a teacher - his were some of her favourite classes, if only because the Rider had a tendency to take groups of the younger kids to the lake or he'd give them random lessons, that Indivara had no idea how they were related to the harper craft, but they were enjoyable. He told good stories, too, Indivara reflected, bumping into someone she didn't see step in her way. The girl crept closer to Jada, focusing as they navigated the crowd.
When Jada finally halted, and drew Indivara to stand before her, the girl was frowning and was feeling more than a little overwhelmed by the sheer number of people that had come to see one of their own be lashed. She knew what lashing was, of course. Indivara was a girl that loved stories, and would ask questions no matter how personal or improbable it was to do so. She had heard tales from some of the older riders, and seen scars that marred shoulders and backs from their own lashings. She knew what the day would be, and she wasn't entirely sure what it was that had enticed her to go with Jada. Indivara was a lot of things, she knew, but she wasn't really one to take pleasure in another's pain and humiliation!
The first crack of whip on skin caused Indivara to flinch back into the reassuring body of her teacher, and the girl pressed firmly against Jada. She'd been startled by the young woman's cry, and clung tighter to the hand still held in her own, oddly not offended by the way Jada had stuck her free hand in front of Indivara's face. The weyrbrat's other hand rose tentatively, to grasp at Jada's fingers there, too, and she lowered the woman's hand so it wasn't obscuring her gaze of the two men, the girl shaking as the sound of whip and flesh mixed again and again. Her blue eyes were wide, and horrified, unable to tear her gaze away.
"Very bad," Indivara murmured in a belated reply, her voice slightly higher than usual. She wasn't sure that she was talking about any one thing, however, as she watched the lashing come to a close and the crowd grow restless; the poor man's back! Indivara pressed further back against Jada when one of the harper candidates took off after D'ren and she squeezed both of Jada's hands, wrapping herself in the woman's arms, suddenly very worried. "I want to go," the girl whispered, her over active mind suddenly seeing Erisi being lashed by the cruel brownrider, and her own back being exposed for all the trouble she threw herself in. Indivara shuddered.
When Jada finally halted, and drew Indivara to stand before her, the girl was frowning and was feeling more than a little overwhelmed by the sheer number of people that had come to see one of their own be lashed. She knew what lashing was, of course. Indivara was a girl that loved stories, and would ask questions no matter how personal or improbable it was to do so. She had heard tales from some of the older riders, and seen scars that marred shoulders and backs from their own lashings. She knew what the day would be, and she wasn't entirely sure what it was that had enticed her to go with Jada. Indivara was a lot of things, she knew, but she wasn't really one to take pleasure in another's pain and humiliation!
The first crack of whip on skin caused Indivara to flinch back into the reassuring body of her teacher, and the girl pressed firmly against Jada. She'd been startled by the young woman's cry, and clung tighter to the hand still held in her own, oddly not offended by the way Jada had stuck her free hand in front of Indivara's face. The weyrbrat's other hand rose tentatively, to grasp at Jada's fingers there, too, and she lowered the woman's hand so it wasn't obscuring her gaze of the two men, the girl shaking as the sound of whip and flesh mixed again and again. Her blue eyes were wide, and horrified, unable to tear her gaze away.
"Very bad," Indivara murmured in a belated reply, her voice slightly higher than usual. She wasn't sure that she was talking about any one thing, however, as she watched the lashing come to a close and the crowd grow restless; the poor man's back! Indivara pressed further back against Jada when one of the harper candidates took off after D'ren and she squeezed both of Jada's hands, wrapping herself in the woman's arms, suddenly very worried. "I want to go," the girl whispered, her over active mind suddenly seeing Erisi being lashed by the cruel brownrider, and her own back being exposed for all the trouble she threw herself in. Indivara shuddered.