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23.Oct.17, 12:45 AM
Indivara was eating, enjoying a good quality meal after having been shot down with a heavy case of the flu for the past five or six days. The fact that she could once more breathe with ease, and that her head was clear, was a blessing. But being able to not only taste her food but also keep it down? Freaking a gift from Faranth herself and Indivara was intent on enjoying every moment. Of course, that meant that it had to be interrupted, and quite rudely. The shrieking worry in Veeth’s voice was enough to set Indivara’s heart pounding in her throat and she had to dry swallow a mouthful of food as she instructed Venseth to calm the older blue the hell down. She couldn’t understand a damned thing he was saying.
It sounds like something happened to V’ler, Venseth supplied, his voice worried and she could feel his anxiety. What could possibly be wrong with Valerian. The man was a walking safety rope, Indivara knew, because he kept her in one piece more than anyone since her parents when she was a child. She smirked wryly to herself and shovelled another spoonful of food into her mouth, chewing placidly. I’m sure he’s fine. She soothed her blue, but that was all the pair took to begin harassing her. Okay! Fine, fine I’m going. Sheesh! Bloody drama queens, the pair of you! The fact that V’ler was her own personal rock had the image of anything more than a cold being wrong with him impossible in Indivara’s mind. What could hurt a rock?
Where is he? She sighed, exasperated, as she stood up and put her dishes on the pile of dirty ones for the kitchen folk to clean up. She washed her hands, and dried them while she waited for Venseth to play messenger. She didn’t have to wait for long.He is going to someone called Quennell? Indivara paused, and blinked, before dashing out of the dining hall, calling Venseth down to her as she did so. A moment later, she made a running leap and scrambled aboard her dragon. C’mon then. He’s over that way. She knew Quennell, though Venseth had a habit of forgetting people he didn’t consider important to the moment, Indivara had been to see the old healer on several occasions and she knew one thing for sure – V’ler wouldn’t go to see a healer if he could avoid it. She could still remember the way his face went white and he looked like he was about to pass out one time she sliced her finger while cutting up fruit. The man was pathetic like that.
The pair landed shortly later on the other side of the Weyr, and Indivara slid off her dragon, giving him a slap to the shoulder in reassurance. She pet Veeth’s nose as she passed him, giving him a kiss and some reassuring words. She was quite sure V’ler wasn’t in immediate danger of dying, so their dragons needed to settle the fuck down and relax. Shaking her head at the antics of dragons, Indivara strode purposefully towards Quennell’s personal rooms, easily catching sight of a wonky looking V’ler standing outside. Frowning, Indivara closed the distance between them, her bright blue eyes studying her friend intently. “Faranth, Val. What the fuck did you do to yourself?” Stepping past him, she gave a couple of solid thwacks to the door, and then wriggled her way under V’ler’s right arm, wrapping one arm around his waist and looking up at the bluerider. She wasn’t tall enough to be more than a crutch, but she was strong enough to hold most of his woozy weight.
“You better hope he’s home,” she punctuated this by aiming a kick at the door, at the same time it opened. Indivara stumbled a little to collect her weight and what of V’ler’s she was carrying, and her irritated gaze shifted up to meet Quennells. “Got a minute?” She asked, snippy, but he just waved them in without a word.
Where is he? She sighed, exasperated, as she stood up and put her dishes on the pile of dirty ones for the kitchen folk to clean up. She washed her hands, and dried them while she waited for Venseth to play messenger. She didn’t have to wait for long.
The pair landed shortly later on the other side of the Weyr, and Indivara slid off her dragon, giving him a slap to the shoulder in reassurance. She pet Veeth’s nose as she passed him, giving him a kiss and some reassuring words. She was quite sure V’ler wasn’t in immediate danger of dying, so their dragons needed to settle the fuck down and relax. Shaking her head at the antics of dragons, Indivara strode purposefully towards Quennell’s personal rooms, easily catching sight of a wonky looking V’ler standing outside. Frowning, Indivara closed the distance between them, her bright blue eyes studying her friend intently. “Faranth, Val. What the fuck did you do to yourself?” Stepping past him, she gave a couple of solid thwacks to the door, and then wriggled her way under V’ler’s right arm, wrapping one arm around his waist and looking up at the bluerider. She wasn’t tall enough to be more than a crutch, but she was strong enough to hold most of his woozy weight.
“You better hope he’s home,” she punctuated this by aiming a kick at the door, at the same time it opened. Indivara stumbled a little to collect her weight and what of V’ler’s she was carrying, and her irritated gaze shifted up to meet Quennells. “Got a minute?” She asked, snippy, but he just waved them in without a word.
