01.Jul.18, 11:28 AM
“Don’t worry,” Indivara quipped back to Bedith, her tone flippant. “Their parents are plenty stupid enough to fuck them up, even if were possible for stupidity to be passed via being in the vicinity of the eggs.” Whether or not Indivara genuinely felt that was left in the dark. Once upon a time, Indivara had liked a gold; unfortunately, that gold had died, and the woman to whom she’d been bonded. Indivara, for her part, had kept her distance from making another female friend since then. Never mind that she was so prickly that not many women were interested in being her friend.
Indivara snorted at Mulrissa’s comment, and put some more food in her mouth, chewing idly on the fruit and nuts as she watched the two dragons. Satisfied with his causing Bedith some form of emotional and mental pain, Venseth had retreated to a spot not far away from Indivara and flopped down on the sand again, enjoying the warmth that radiated up from it, and wondering if Larrikith would know how they were heated; she probably would, he decided. The damned green knew way too much about everything. Indivara insisted it was because B’jin was a know-it-all and Larrikith stole from his stores of knowledge, but Venseth wasn’t so sure.
“Venseth and I are very good at making friends,” Indivara quipped in response, after a long pause. Not because she hadn’t been able to think of a retort, but because she’d been lost in thought and busy munching on her food. Using the hand not busy transporting food from her carry pouch to her mouth, Indivara tugged on the end of her long braid. She looked up suddenly, and towards the entrance, moments before Queenie and Saph came darting in, shrieking and yelling at each other, Saph carrying what was clearly a stolen meatroll, and Queenie demanding he give it to her.
Indivara watched them with amusement as they landed on Venseth’s head, still shrieking and chittering at each other, until Venseth managed to manipulate the situation until the roll fell into his mouth and he snapped it up, the tiny piece of food vanishing into his much bigger maw. The two firelizards paused in shock, before both of them turned on Venseth in outrage; the dragon laughed quietly to himself as he let them throw their tantrums. “He’s in a real mood today,” Indivara said idly, shaking her head.
Indivara snorted at Mulrissa’s comment, and put some more food in her mouth, chewing idly on the fruit and nuts as she watched the two dragons. Satisfied with his causing Bedith some form of emotional and mental pain, Venseth had retreated to a spot not far away from Indivara and flopped down on the sand again, enjoying the warmth that radiated up from it, and wondering if Larrikith would know how they were heated; she probably would, he decided. The damned green knew way too much about everything. Indivara insisted it was because B’jin was a know-it-all and Larrikith stole from his stores of knowledge, but Venseth wasn’t so sure.
“Venseth and I are very good at making friends,” Indivara quipped in response, after a long pause. Not because she hadn’t been able to think of a retort, but because she’d been lost in thought and busy munching on her food. Using the hand not busy transporting food from her carry pouch to her mouth, Indivara tugged on the end of her long braid. She looked up suddenly, and towards the entrance, moments before Queenie and Saph came darting in, shrieking and yelling at each other, Saph carrying what was clearly a stolen meatroll, and Queenie demanding he give it to her.
Indivara watched them with amusement as they landed on Venseth’s head, still shrieking and chittering at each other, until Venseth managed to manipulate the situation until the roll fell into his mouth and he snapped it up, the tiny piece of food vanishing into his much bigger maw. The two firelizards paused in shock, before both of them turned on Venseth in outrage; the dragon laughed quietly to himself as he let them throw their tantrums. “He’s in a real mood today,” Indivara said idly, shaking her head.