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09.Jun.14, 12:37 AM
Indivara’s eyes fluttered open slowly as V’ler’s voice broke the silence between them, and the oppressive feel of the room itself. She blinked, attempting to clear away the tears that were still fighting for freedom. Her head tilted slightly, a wordless prompt for V’ler to continue down whatever trail he was currently wandering. As she focused on releasing the death grip she had on the front of his shirt, while vividly aware of his hands trailing down her side, she was belated in realising he was waiting for her to move her legs. Indivara pursed her lips in irritation as she did so, curling them up either side of his body as she resettled herself.
Her right hand lifted to brush her hair back behind her ear, the waist long strands free of any restraints, causing them to fall over her face as she looked down at V’ler, half listening to him speak, half lost in her own thoughts. Jada had been the only person Indivara confided in, the fear that whatever Weyrlingmaster she got would demand she cut off her hair; it was the only part of her physical self she was proud of, and the thought of having to lose it horrified the girl. She had been thankful, and relieved, when Jada had been just as horrified by the idea and sworn to do what she could to make sure it did not happen. Both women were aware Jada did not have the power she wished she did, but the words alone helped. Krypth had promised to put up a stink, too, and Indivara had laughed.
Laughing seemed so impossible now, though, as Indivara sniffled, brushing her hands over V’ler’s chest to smooth his shirt before lowering herself quietly, cuddling close and tucking her head under his chin as he continued speaking in third person. Hushing her own thoughts, largely with the assistance of Venseth, Indivara focused on the soothing familiarity of V’ler’s voice, her fingers playing lightly over his collarbone in an unconscious copy of his touch on her thighs. She breathed a shaky sigh into the silence that came after his last words, when she realised he was not going to continue further.
Lifting herself up carefully, her weight balanced delicately on her forearm, which was propped across the width of V’ler’s chest, Indivara looked at the two firelizards more than their bonded. “I’m glad you were brought here.” Filled with honest sincerity, Indivara’s voice was a soft whisper; shifting her gaze back to V’ler’s face, her expression was oddly soft. “Both of you,” she added. Indivara knew her friendship with both had started rocky, to say the least; she had always been wilful and wild and she had hated every Northerner that had set foot in Katila. She had hated them for being allowed (made) to stand, and she hated them for Impressing. She hated them more for not wanting to Impress a dragon.
She had hated their Faranth be fucked teachings, too, and she had quite told Jada that. Indivara had no idea how her being perhaps the other girl’s worse student had somehow morphed into a steady friendship, but it had. Her love of learning had, perhaps, been fundamental in that but a true friend Jada had become and Indivara could feel the loss settling around her all over again. Indivara had only ever had one female friend, and now she was gone, taking all the promises she had made, and dreams she had shared, with her.
Her right hand lifted to brush her hair back behind her ear, the waist long strands free of any restraints, causing them to fall over her face as she looked down at V’ler, half listening to him speak, half lost in her own thoughts. Jada had been the only person Indivara confided in, the fear that whatever Weyrlingmaster she got would demand she cut off her hair; it was the only part of her physical self she was proud of, and the thought of having to lose it horrified the girl. She had been thankful, and relieved, when Jada had been just as horrified by the idea and sworn to do what she could to make sure it did not happen. Both women were aware Jada did not have the power she wished she did, but the words alone helped. Krypth had promised to put up a stink, too, and Indivara had laughed.
Laughing seemed so impossible now, though, as Indivara sniffled, brushing her hands over V’ler’s chest to smooth his shirt before lowering herself quietly, cuddling close and tucking her head under his chin as he continued speaking in third person. Hushing her own thoughts, largely with the assistance of Venseth, Indivara focused on the soothing familiarity of V’ler’s voice, her fingers playing lightly over his collarbone in an unconscious copy of his touch on her thighs. She breathed a shaky sigh into the silence that came after his last words, when she realised he was not going to continue further.
Lifting herself up carefully, her weight balanced delicately on her forearm, which was propped across the width of V’ler’s chest, Indivara looked at the two firelizards more than their bonded. “I’m glad you were brought here.” Filled with honest sincerity, Indivara’s voice was a soft whisper; shifting her gaze back to V’ler’s face, her expression was oddly soft. “Both of you,” she added. Indivara knew her friendship with both had started rocky, to say the least; she had always been wilful and wild and she had hated every Northerner that had set foot in Katila. She had hated them for being allowed (made) to stand, and she hated them for Impressing. She hated them more for not wanting to Impress a dragon.
She had hated their Faranth be fucked teachings, too, and she had quite told Jada that. Indivara had no idea how her being perhaps the other girl’s worse student had somehow morphed into a steady friendship, but it had. Her love of learning had, perhaps, been fundamental in that but a true friend Jada had become and Indivara could feel the loss settling around her all over again. Indivara had only ever had one female friend, and now she was gone, taking all the promises she had made, and dreams she had shared, with her.
