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13.Jan.14, 09:55 PM
Indivara was a trembling mess, and trying so hard not to show that to V’ler, as she zipped around the little tent they shared, digging desperately through the assorted clothing (most of which was her’s – or things she had stolen off other people) that was piled on the floor. Where was her candidate robe? She was growing particularly frantic as she dug through their blankets, when a pointed cough came from behind her, and Indivara spun around. A vicious glare was levelled on V’ler, who was holding her candidate robe up with his usual smug expression, and Indivara quickly relocated to where he was, hitting him in the chest as she snatched the robe. “Bastard.”
Stripping off, and pulling on the robe in a series of quick movements, with her back to V’ler in her usual modest ‘I’m not modest’ manner, Indivara then proceeded to dig up her shoes and flopped onto the bed while she tugged them on. Stamping her feet slightly to settle her feet into the boots, Indivara stood up and then promptly set about shoving V’ler out of the tent and towards Veeth, ignoring his protests until he very firmly set her aside so he could go back to the tent to get some stupid crap he apparently couldn’t live without. Huffing, Indivara peered up at Veeth, and pet him gently on the nose before she set about scrambling up his side, settling herself comfortably in her usual spot and glaring disdainfully down at V’ler for taking so bloody long.
The next thing she knew, they were landing at the Sands and Queenie and Saph were flitternig around her head and Indivara was wondering exactly how badly she needed to puke, that maybe she should have gone to the toilet first… Did she really need to pee, or was that just a phantom sensation from how terribly nervous she was all of a sudden? The girl’s face had gone a pasty colour as she stumbled away from Veeth, deep blue eyes searching the milling candidates until she saw Ryvian and Indivara beelined for him, shoving someone out of the way with a sharp jab of her elbow as she went.
A trembling hand slid into Ryvian’s, and gripped tightly, knuckles going white as Indivara stood close to the elder Weyrbrat, just barely leaving enough space between them that she was not actually pressed up against him. While she was not visibly trembling, the girl was trying with great dedication to keep her breathing regular, and her wide-eyed gaze darted between the eggs. Would they all Hatch safely? What if there were duds? What if there were another Hoth?!
Her fingers clenched around Ryvian’s, all thoughts of actively Impressing completely overwhelmed by the sudden terror that she’d be mauled again, the girl’s breath hitching slightly.
Stripping off, and pulling on the robe in a series of quick movements, with her back to V’ler in her usual modest ‘I’m not modest’ manner, Indivara then proceeded to dig up her shoes and flopped onto the bed while she tugged them on. Stamping her feet slightly to settle her feet into the boots, Indivara stood up and then promptly set about shoving V’ler out of the tent and towards Veeth, ignoring his protests until he very firmly set her aside so he could go back to the tent to get some stupid crap he apparently couldn’t live without. Huffing, Indivara peered up at Veeth, and pet him gently on the nose before she set about scrambling up his side, settling herself comfortably in her usual spot and glaring disdainfully down at V’ler for taking so bloody long.
The next thing she knew, they were landing at the Sands and Queenie and Saph were flitternig around her head and Indivara was wondering exactly how badly she needed to puke, that maybe she should have gone to the toilet first… Did she really need to pee, or was that just a phantom sensation from how terribly nervous she was all of a sudden? The girl’s face had gone a pasty colour as she stumbled away from Veeth, deep blue eyes searching the milling candidates until she saw Ryvian and Indivara beelined for him, shoving someone out of the way with a sharp jab of her elbow as she went.
A trembling hand slid into Ryvian’s, and gripped tightly, knuckles going white as Indivara stood close to the elder Weyrbrat, just barely leaving enough space between them that she was not actually pressed up against him. While she was not visibly trembling, the girl was trying with great dedication to keep her breathing regular, and her wide-eyed gaze darted between the eggs. Would they all Hatch safely? What if there were duds? What if there were another Hoth?!
Her fingers clenched around Ryvian’s, all thoughts of actively Impressing completely overwhelmed by the sudden terror that she’d be mauled again, the girl’s breath hitching slightly.
