06.Jan.19, 09:51 AM
Indivara frowned slightly when Z’rin said it was time to go, her fingers drifting slowly through the hair at the nape of Val’s neck. Nonetheless, she nodded slightly and didn’t put up an argument; not because she wanted Z’rin to leave, but because now that he’d mentioned it, she could feel how tired she suddenly was, and it took a lot of effort not to give in to the yawn cruising through her blood. Instead, she kissed Val on the temple and stepped away, walking Z’rin over to the ledge where their dragons were all chilling out.
Chatting casually as they met the dragons, Indivara made Z’rin promise to visit them (her) again soon, completely unaware of her tendency to speak in plurals, even though her friend group didn’t tend to cross over with Val’s very much. Not that either of them didn’t like the other’s friends, but Indivara had noticed they tended to run in different circles, when they bothered to socialise (or when Val did, anyway; she was much more social than he was, in her opinion). Giving Z’rin a gentle hug, she watched as he loaded himself onto his dragon and they took off from the ledge. Smiling, Indivara wandered over to her own blues, and cuddled with both Venseth and Veeth for some time, until her exhaustion finally caught up with her, and she was shooed off to bed by her anxious dragon.
Making her way back inside, Indivara stopped in the kitchen to make her evening cup of medical tea, humming one of Val’s tunes under her breath as she waited for the water to heat. A few minutes later, sipping on her tea, Indivara wandered back over to where her fellow bluerider was still working on… well, whatever he was working on. Setting her mug down carefully away from his papers, Indivara wrapped her arms around Val’s neck from behind, and leaned against him, nuzzling against his cheek. “I’m going to bed,” she said softly, pulling back just slightly and smiling with bright affection before kissing Val lightly on the lips.
“Don’t eat all my chocolates!” She warned, eyes bright and playful, before untangling herself from him, albeit with lingering touches, and picking up her mug of tea. Glancing at Val with affection once more, Indivara made her way slowly to the bedroom, humming his tune under her breath again and frowning as she tried to remember where she’d left her favourite shirt of his that morning. Or afternoon, really, since she’d been particularly lazy and slept in, clinging to her mate like before; arms and legs and hair tangled all around Val, warm and secure and comfortable. A little bounce entered Indivara’s hobbling steps, deciding she’d be lazy the coming morning, too.
Chatting casually as they met the dragons, Indivara made Z’rin promise to visit them (her) again soon, completely unaware of her tendency to speak in plurals, even though her friend group didn’t tend to cross over with Val’s very much. Not that either of them didn’t like the other’s friends, but Indivara had noticed they tended to run in different circles, when they bothered to socialise (or when Val did, anyway; she was much more social than he was, in her opinion). Giving Z’rin a gentle hug, she watched as he loaded himself onto his dragon and they took off from the ledge. Smiling, Indivara wandered over to her own blues, and cuddled with both Venseth and Veeth for some time, until her exhaustion finally caught up with her, and she was shooed off to bed by her anxious dragon.
Making her way back inside, Indivara stopped in the kitchen to make her evening cup of medical tea, humming one of Val’s tunes under her breath as she waited for the water to heat. A few minutes later, sipping on her tea, Indivara wandered back over to where her fellow bluerider was still working on… well, whatever he was working on. Setting her mug down carefully away from his papers, Indivara wrapped her arms around Val’s neck from behind, and leaned against him, nuzzling against his cheek. “I’m going to bed,” she said softly, pulling back just slightly and smiling with bright affection before kissing Val lightly on the lips.
“Don’t eat all my chocolates!” She warned, eyes bright and playful, before untangling herself from him, albeit with lingering touches, and picking up her mug of tea. Glancing at Val with affection once more, Indivara made her way slowly to the bedroom, humming his tune under her breath again and frowning as she tried to remember where she’d left her favourite shirt of his that morning. Or afternoon, really, since she’d been particularly lazy and slept in, clinging to her mate like before; arms and legs and hair tangled all around Val, warm and secure and comfortable. A little bounce entered Indivara’s hobbling steps, deciding she’d be lazy the coming morning, too.