09.Jul.18, 04:42 AM
It had been a long morning. Indivara had woken up on ‘the wrong side of the bed’, and it had taken little more than V’ler coughing for her to launch into an emotional and high-pitched shrieking anger, screaming at her mate any number of insults while he weathered the attack. She was mid-sentence when her emotions swung in the opposite direction, and after a dramatic pause, she’d burst into tears, throwing herself at her fellow bluerider and begging for forgiveness, crying fat tears as she hiccupped and clung to him.
From there, Indivara had decided the only way to make everything better was to delve into passionate sex, the young woman throwing herself wholeheartedly into the event, mumbling sweet nothings and softly moaning her delight against V’ler’s lips as they toppled back into bed. Afterwards, they dozed together for a little while, Indivara curled possessively half atop V’ler, preventing him from leaving until she was ready. When that time arrived, Indivara slipped out of bed and pulled on a bathrobe before making her way to her preferred bathing room. When she returned, V’ler was gone and the bed was cold, but Indivara didn’t mind, she was feeling much better.
Until she stumbled across one of V’ler’s socks, and with an irritated sigh (V’ler was never a slob, so it was especially irking) Indivara had picked it up and put it in the wash basked. But that had started a new chain of events; Indivara started in the bedroom, sorting clean from dirty clothing, then stripped and remade the bed, putting the dirty linen to one side. Then she’d dragged all the mats and rugs out to where Venseth was curled up in the sun on his ledge, and made him shake them out and pile them up neatly to one side. While he did that, she’d swept the entire weyr, and then she’d gone to the bathing rooms and filled a bucket with warm water. Trudging back, she mopped all the floors.
Tipping the bucket’s dirty water contents over the side of the ledge, Indivara had taken all the dirty linen down to the laundry rooms, where she’d given the items over to a couple of tittering older ladies. Ignoring them and whatever they were babbling about, Indivara made her way back to her weyr and dragged all the rugs back to their proper spots. Standing up properly after the last rug was pulled into place, Indivara’s sight went grey and snowy, her balance shifting so she gave a startled gasp – and Venseth gave a bellow of fear – before Indivara’s eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed to the ground like a ton of rocks.
From there, Indivara had decided the only way to make everything better was to delve into passionate sex, the young woman throwing herself wholeheartedly into the event, mumbling sweet nothings and softly moaning her delight against V’ler’s lips as they toppled back into bed. Afterwards, they dozed together for a little while, Indivara curled possessively half atop V’ler, preventing him from leaving until she was ready. When that time arrived, Indivara slipped out of bed and pulled on a bathrobe before making her way to her preferred bathing room. When she returned, V’ler was gone and the bed was cold, but Indivara didn’t mind, she was feeling much better.
Until she stumbled across one of V’ler’s socks, and with an irritated sigh (V’ler was never a slob, so it was especially irking) Indivara had picked it up and put it in the wash basked. But that had started a new chain of events; Indivara started in the bedroom, sorting clean from dirty clothing, then stripped and remade the bed, putting the dirty linen to one side. Then she’d dragged all the mats and rugs out to where Venseth was curled up in the sun on his ledge, and made him shake them out and pile them up neatly to one side. While he did that, she’d swept the entire weyr, and then she’d gone to the bathing rooms and filled a bucket with warm water. Trudging back, she mopped all the floors.
Tipping the bucket’s dirty water contents over the side of the ledge, Indivara had taken all the dirty linen down to the laundry rooms, where she’d given the items over to a couple of tittering older ladies. Ignoring them and whatever they were babbling about, Indivara made her way back to her weyr and dragged all the rugs back to their proper spots. Standing up properly after the last rug was pulled into place, Indivara’s sight went grey and snowy, her balance shifting so she gave a startled gasp – and Venseth gave a bellow of fear – before Indivara’s eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed to the ground like a ton of rocks.