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18.Jan.14, 10:57 AM
It was the kind of silence that was deafening; Indivara stared at Ryvian, blue eyes wide and so many emotions playing through them that, had the girl been a dragon, the only colour visible would have been the colour of rainbow puke. Her tongue darted out to lick at suddenly dry lips, and Indivara let Ryvian’s hand pull free from her own without fighting it, her own fingers as numb as her mind. Her stomach felt heavy and her blood felt cold in her veins.
Ryvian had Impressed – and it was a good thing, she knew it was a good thing. He deserved a dragon of his own… but he had abandoned her! He had left her all alone on the sands without anyone to call friend. Her bottom lip trembled suddenly, and Indivara took a moment to become aware of the fact that she was about to fall apart like one of those girls who didn’t deserve anything and she pulled herself together with some effort. Biting down harshly on her bottom lip, Indivara turned with a determined swirl back towards the clutch; not that she had any hope or belief that she would Impress.
How many times had she and Kerrin and even Nyvian told Ryvian that ‘that’ clutch would be the one? How many times had he walked off those sands, with nothing at his side but airs of disappointment? Indivara was hardly stupid, despite the opinion of many people around her, and she was smart enough to know that the presently hatching clutch was the only one where no one had told the young man that this time he would be lucky, that this time his dragonet would crack shell. No, this time he’d walked on without any such well wishes that Indivara was aware of – and this time he had walked off before the end, with a pretty little dragonet in tow.
Despite Indivara’s solid and determined stance, the girl felt nothing but hopelessly depressed. Ryvian had just wished her luck, as they had unwittingly wished him so many times. Had he just passed the curse on to her? She knew the limitations that were enforced upon the women that wanted a real dragon – not some gold snot nose bitch (Indivara ignored Krypth’s rather snippy response to that) – and she knew she’d already pressed so many buttons she was quite lucky she hadn’t been eternally banned from being anywhere near the sands.
She was just glad none of the gold had ever so much as looked in her direction. Indivara detested the idea of being bonded to such a colour, but she was also fairly sure that S’kef would rather sacrifice a gold dragonet by tossing her between than he would allow Indivara to graduate with such a creature.Are your thoughts always so charming? The deep, but ultimately gentle and husky voice that filled Indivara’s mind was certainly no dragon she recalled speaking to before, and the girl froze, eyes widening dramatically, before her entire body started trembling uncontrollably.
Indivara’s breath hitched in her throat as the bulky little dragon sat quietly where he was, staring at her and clearly waiting for her to join him, expression patient but expectant. And slightly smug, Indivara noticed, though she wasn’t sure if it were in his eyes and features she learned that, or the suddenly overwhelming emotions she could feel swirling into life alongside her own. The girl’s knees buckled, and she stumbled forward before she could fall. Gentle encouragement kept her walking, completely unaware of the people around her, or the other dragonets, as she closed the distance between herself and Venseth.
A visibly trembling hand reached out, and gentle fingers brushed over the young dragon’s face, from nose tip to the top of his head, awe on the girl’s face. “Hi,” Indivara murmured, and was slightly startled by the suddenly overwhelming feeling of laughter. Baby dragons felt very strongly!You feel strongly, he murmured in response, and stood up proudly. He ignored Indivara’s desire to question him on what he meant, nosing against her knees and then taking a few steps towards the others. Venseth peered back over his shoulder to see if she followed, before continuing.
“Indivara,” her voice was a murmur, and Indivara looked both flustered and incredibly proud as she lifted her chin, staring up at the Weyrlingmaster in a forthright manner, but not quite disrespectful. “And Venseth.” The dragon’s name was spoken loudly enough for V’ler to hear, since she knew he kept his own personal records, and the girl watched as their names were marked down by the Weyrlingmaster. Turning, she lead Venseth over to where Ryvian was standing with his blue; the last few feet were crossed at a run after a skipping half-step was taken, Indivara throwing both arms around his neck with a half laugh, half sob as she clung to him.
Greetings, Venseth murmured politely in his husky tones, before nodding at the assistant that brought over a bucket of meat and burying his nose in it with sudden gusto, but not quite enough to choke himself. Indivara might be busy half crying on Ryvian’s shoulder, but her memories and knowledge was alive and at the forefront of her mind and Venseth was much too Venseth to outright gorge, though he looked around eagerly for a second bucket when he finished the first, belly bulging and tongue licking at his lips.
More?
Ryvian had Impressed – and it was a good thing, she knew it was a good thing. He deserved a dragon of his own… but he had abandoned her! He had left her all alone on the sands without anyone to call friend. Her bottom lip trembled suddenly, and Indivara took a moment to become aware of the fact that she was about to fall apart like one of those girls who didn’t deserve anything and she pulled herself together with some effort. Biting down harshly on her bottom lip, Indivara turned with a determined swirl back towards the clutch; not that she had any hope or belief that she would Impress.
How many times had she and Kerrin and even Nyvian told Ryvian that ‘that’ clutch would be the one? How many times had he walked off those sands, with nothing at his side but airs of disappointment? Indivara was hardly stupid, despite the opinion of many people around her, and she was smart enough to know that the presently hatching clutch was the only one where no one had told the young man that this time he would be lucky, that this time his dragonet would crack shell. No, this time he’d walked on without any such well wishes that Indivara was aware of – and this time he had walked off before the end, with a pretty little dragonet in tow.
Despite Indivara’s solid and determined stance, the girl felt nothing but hopelessly depressed. Ryvian had just wished her luck, as they had unwittingly wished him so many times. Had he just passed the curse on to her? She knew the limitations that were enforced upon the women that wanted a real dragon – not some gold snot nose bitch (Indivara ignored Krypth’s rather snippy response to that) – and she knew she’d already pressed so many buttons she was quite lucky she hadn’t been eternally banned from being anywhere near the sands.
She was just glad none of the gold had ever so much as looked in her direction. Indivara detested the idea of being bonded to such a colour, but she was also fairly sure that S’kef would rather sacrifice a gold dragonet by tossing her between than he would allow Indivara to graduate with such a creature.
Indivara’s breath hitched in her throat as the bulky little dragon sat quietly where he was, staring at her and clearly waiting for her to join him, expression patient but expectant. And slightly smug, Indivara noticed, though she wasn’t sure if it were in his eyes and features she learned that, or the suddenly overwhelming emotions she could feel swirling into life alongside her own. The girl’s knees buckled, and she stumbled forward before she could fall. Gentle encouragement kept her walking, completely unaware of the people around her, or the other dragonets, as she closed the distance between herself and Venseth.
A visibly trembling hand reached out, and gentle fingers brushed over the young dragon’s face, from nose tip to the top of his head, awe on the girl’s face. “Hi,” Indivara murmured, and was slightly startled by the suddenly overwhelming feeling of laughter. Baby dragons felt very strongly!
“Indivara,” her voice was a murmur, and Indivara looked both flustered and incredibly proud as she lifted her chin, staring up at the Weyrlingmaster in a forthright manner, but not quite disrespectful. “And Venseth.” The dragon’s name was spoken loudly enough for V’ler to hear, since she knew he kept his own personal records, and the girl watched as their names were marked down by the Weyrlingmaster. Turning, she lead Venseth over to where Ryvian was standing with his blue; the last few feet were crossed at a run after a skipping half-step was taken, Indivara throwing both arms around his neck with a half laugh, half sob as she clung to him.
