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21.May.19, 11:27 AM
Looking up, mildly surprised, Indivara blinked at the firelizard that had just appeared in the living area of her home, and tilted her head. The firelizard looked around for a few moments, before resigning himself to delivering the letter to Indivara. The young woman took the letter, offering the firelizard a piece of fruit in exchange. The creature gave her a disgusted look, before vanishing. Shrugging, Indivara gave the piece of fruit to Queenie and – uncaring that the letter was addressed to Val – opened it.
Indivara stared for several moments at the contents. The simple thought of ‘what the fuck’ was on replay in her mind. It was taking up all the space, at least until a new thought finally managed to get hold, worming its way in, and Indivara gave a sudden bark of laughter, shrieking with delight as she bounced to her feet and made her way over to where Val kept all his various records, humming under her breath as she searched for the one specific thing she was after. It took a moment, but more because Indivara tended to go cross-eyed when too many numbers were involved than anything else. Finding what she was after, Indivara snatched it off the shelf, upsetting its neighbours on the way. Quickly checking that it was correct, Indivara smirked as she reached out to an amused Venseth.
Is he still in the baths?
Yes. Shall I tell Veeth? Indivara could feel the amusement rolling off her blue, and knew that his friend would be dying to know what had him feeling such. Indivara denied him, for the moment, though.
Not until after I tell Val, she said; she couldn’t have Veeth ruining her fun!
Dashing out the door, Indivara very nearly ploughed into B’jin, but his squeak and her own quick reflexes (and diminutive height) had her ducking under the tray he was carrying as she gave him a saucy wave and vanished off to find Val. B’jin watched her go, bemused, before shaking his head and continuing on his own way.
Indivara found the right bathing area with the help of the firelizards, and didn’t bother to knock as she barged in, coming to a stop on the edge of the tub, she smirked down at Val in an almost predatory manner. “You were wrong!” she crowed, utterly delighted, as she waved the letter he’d been sent (and she’d intercepted) in one hand, before waving his Hatching Record in the other. Still smug as a firelizard in the meat store, Indivara carefully found the line she wanted on the Record. “Let’s see,” she said, making a great show, “Oh, here we are. Nerreh and green Faxxonth.” Peering over the top of the paper like a principal looking down on a student who failed their work, Indivara’s eyes sparked. “He is a blue,” she said, drawing out the words slowly.
Dropping suddenly, Indivara sat on the edge of the pool, and shoved her bare feet into the water, feeling it lap around her calves. “Oh, and you’ll never guess what else,” she said. But she didn’t spoil the surprise. Carefully handing the record to one of Val’s blues to take back to their weyr, Indivara held out the note she’d gotten and wiggled it teasingly.
“Guess.” She dared him, eyes narrowed challengingly.
Indivara stared for several moments at the contents. The simple thought of ‘what the fuck’ was on replay in her mind. It was taking up all the space, at least until a new thought finally managed to get hold, worming its way in, and Indivara gave a sudden bark of laughter, shrieking with delight as she bounced to her feet and made her way over to where Val kept all his various records, humming under her breath as she searched for the one specific thing she was after. It took a moment, but more because Indivara tended to go cross-eyed when too many numbers were involved than anything else. Finding what she was after, Indivara snatched it off the shelf, upsetting its neighbours on the way. Quickly checking that it was correct, Indivara smirked as she reached out to an amused Venseth.
Is he still in the baths?
Not until after I tell Val, she said; she couldn’t have Veeth ruining her fun!
Dashing out the door, Indivara very nearly ploughed into B’jin, but his squeak and her own quick reflexes (and diminutive height) had her ducking under the tray he was carrying as she gave him a saucy wave and vanished off to find Val. B’jin watched her go, bemused, before shaking his head and continuing on his own way.
Indivara found the right bathing area with the help of the firelizards, and didn’t bother to knock as she barged in, coming to a stop on the edge of the tub, she smirked down at Val in an almost predatory manner. “You were wrong!” she crowed, utterly delighted, as she waved the letter he’d been sent (and she’d intercepted) in one hand, before waving his Hatching Record in the other. Still smug as a firelizard in the meat store, Indivara carefully found the line she wanted on the Record. “Let’s see,” she said, making a great show, “Oh, here we are. Nerreh and green Faxxonth.” Peering over the top of the paper like a principal looking down on a student who failed their work, Indivara’s eyes sparked. “He is a blue,” she said, drawing out the words slowly.
Dropping suddenly, Indivara sat on the edge of the pool, and shoved her bare feet into the water, feeling it lap around her calves. “Oh, and you’ll never guess what else,” she said. But she didn’t spoil the surprise. Carefully handing the record to one of Val’s blues to take back to their weyr, Indivara held out the note she’d gotten and wiggled it teasingly.
“Guess.” She dared him, eyes narrowed challengingly.
