15.Jan.14, 10:19 AM
Caught up in the horror of a budding panic attack, as iron bands constricted around her lungs and her blood turned to both ice and fire in her veins, Indivara was barely able to see her own nose, let alone the flouncing attempt of Tavynia to stir up trouble. Indeed, Indivara wasn’t even aware the girl had joined them; she couldn’t hear anything but the pounding of her own breathing and the rushing sound of her own blood in her ears as she struggled not to puke – or worse, perhaps – flee the Hatching Sands entirely.
What would she do if she were mauled again? What if one of the eggs cracked and the baby was nothing but half developed mush like that little gold? What if, what if, what if… Indivara choked on a breath, and then gasped suddenly as she felt Ryvian squeeze her hand, head turning and huge, barely focused eyes staring at the young man in bewildered terror for several moments.
She calmed, slowly, over the course of the following hour as the eggs made a racket but did not seem to be in any hurry to hatch. She was still terrified, but the distracting conversation Ryvian struck up was bowed into, and Indivara let her friend distract them both as her breathing returned to normal. It took a little while longer before she relaxed the iron clad grip she had on his hand, twisting her hand slightly to weave their fingers together, telling herself she did so only because it were more comfortable that way.
“They’re hatching…” it was almost a reverent whisper, and Indivara both stood up taller, and subtly moved a little closer to Ryvian, her gaze shifting between the eggs that were beginning to crack, before a brown finally greeted the light of the Pernese sun with a stumble. Indivara smiled, but she was far too wrapped up in vivid recollections of being mauled by Hoth for laughing to give voice to her amusement.
Blue eyes widened dramatically in a pale, scarred face as the blue Hope wandered towards herself and Ryvian. He could not Impress them, surely! Nyvian had gotten a bronze, and so surely Ryvian would be destined for such a dragon himself; Indivara, perhaps because of her terror at every bronze Hatchling that had cracked shell since that fateful even with Hoth, was less firm in her belief that she would reshape the world of Pern by Impressing a bronze. How could she, when she flinched every time one looked her way? But surely she was destined for bronze long before she would form a lifelong link with a blue..
None the less, she was still disappointed when the little creature wandered away from them, having been sure it would choose one of them, despite her reservations that a blue would bring either of them. She squeezed Ryvian’s hand slightly and gave him a gentle bop with her elbow as she turned her gaze up to grin at him as the first lull settled around them. “He wasn’t good enough for you,” she teased, blue eyes sparkling.
What would she do if she were mauled again? What if one of the eggs cracked and the baby was nothing but half developed mush like that little gold? What if, what if, what if… Indivara choked on a breath, and then gasped suddenly as she felt Ryvian squeeze her hand, head turning and huge, barely focused eyes staring at the young man in bewildered terror for several moments.
She calmed, slowly, over the course of the following hour as the eggs made a racket but did not seem to be in any hurry to hatch. She was still terrified, but the distracting conversation Ryvian struck up was bowed into, and Indivara let her friend distract them both as her breathing returned to normal. It took a little while longer before she relaxed the iron clad grip she had on his hand, twisting her hand slightly to weave their fingers together, telling herself she did so only because it were more comfortable that way.
“They’re hatching…” it was almost a reverent whisper, and Indivara both stood up taller, and subtly moved a little closer to Ryvian, her gaze shifting between the eggs that were beginning to crack, before a brown finally greeted the light of the Pernese sun with a stumble. Indivara smiled, but she was far too wrapped up in vivid recollections of being mauled by Hoth for laughing to give voice to her amusement.
Blue eyes widened dramatically in a pale, scarred face as the blue Hope wandered towards herself and Ryvian. He could not Impress them, surely! Nyvian had gotten a bronze, and so surely Ryvian would be destined for such a dragon himself; Indivara, perhaps because of her terror at every bronze Hatchling that had cracked shell since that fateful even with Hoth, was less firm in her belief that she would reshape the world of Pern by Impressing a bronze. How could she, when she flinched every time one looked her way? But surely she was destined for bronze long before she would form a lifelong link with a blue..
None the less, she was still disappointed when the little creature wandered away from them, having been sure it would choose one of them, despite her reservations that a blue would bring either of them. She squeezed Ryvian’s hand slightly and gave him a gentle bop with her elbow as she turned her gaze up to grin at him as the first lull settled around them. “He wasn’t good enough for you,” she teased, blue eyes sparkling.