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09.Jun.14, 06:01 PM
V’ler gave another one of his rare laughs at Venseth’s replies that bordered somewhere between jovial and serious. The dragonet had a way of speaking that could be appreciated with the way he stated facts as if they were obvious but had such a tone to his voice that it was almost hard to know if he was joking. “Very true and if she sleeps in the dirt, she won’t be allowed in this bed again for a while.” V’ler wasn’t as obsessive about bathing as Indivara was but he still maintained a regiment of cleanliness that had him scrubbing down once a day, usually before bed. There wasn’t anything enjoyable about knowing bedding was being sullied and would need to be washed sooner than needed because of laziness.
Whether or not he really made Indivara happy was something he’d save for later to think about. He doubted it and figured it was more an innocent dragonet’s wording than a proper statement of fact. If anything, V’ler figured he made Indivara forget her problems and the woes of the Weyr for a time and that was enough to lighten her mood and made Venseth’s headaches recede. “How did we end up with the blue dragons that like to cuddle?” Veeth’s contentment at Venseth curling up with him coming through their bond warmed V’ler and distracted him away even more from the thoughts, confusion, and pain that plagued him. It was nice having a dragon for that reason. Veeth balanced him, even when he wasn’t trying, and helped him see the light in the dark and remind him that everything would be okay and carry on, even if it took a little time to feel normal again.
He still had his legs hanging over the edge of the bed from the way he had been sitting before lying down. There was a strong desire to shift Indivara around with him so they could lie properly on the bed but there was one major problem. “My boots are still on,” V’ler pointed out with an almost audible pout to his words. He really didn’t want to settle in for the night with footwear still in place but it seemed like far too much of a task right then to untangle from Indivara, unlace his boots, and finally kick them off. So much energy had gone into mourning with every tear that slid down his cheek utterly draining him. Maybe this once he’d make an exception to the rule of sleeping while not properly prepared for it.
With a long sigh, V’ler finally made a decision and slowly worked to free himself from Indivara. “Rescue the pillow from them,” he waved to his two blue firelizards with similar markings. They came from the same clutch and V’ler had found it fascinating that their hides matured into patterns that were like mirror images of each other. “I’ll fight with my boots.” He had a feeling the boots would put up a good fight but he was determined; there was a comfortable bed to properly curl up in, blankets to hide under, and someone he considered a friend waiting to do both with him.
Whether or not he really made Indivara happy was something he’d save for later to think about. He doubted it and figured it was more an innocent dragonet’s wording than a proper statement of fact. If anything, V’ler figured he made Indivara forget her problems and the woes of the Weyr for a time and that was enough to lighten her mood and made Venseth’s headaches recede. “How did we end up with the blue dragons that like to cuddle?” Veeth’s contentment at Venseth curling up with him coming through their bond warmed V’ler and distracted him away even more from the thoughts, confusion, and pain that plagued him. It was nice having a dragon for that reason. Veeth balanced him, even when he wasn’t trying, and helped him see the light in the dark and remind him that everything would be okay and carry on, even if it took a little time to feel normal again.
He still had his legs hanging over the edge of the bed from the way he had been sitting before lying down. There was a strong desire to shift Indivara around with him so they could lie properly on the bed but there was one major problem. “My boots are still on,” V’ler pointed out with an almost audible pout to his words. He really didn’t want to settle in for the night with footwear still in place but it seemed like far too much of a task right then to untangle from Indivara, unlace his boots, and finally kick them off. So much energy had gone into mourning with every tear that slid down his cheek utterly draining him. Maybe this once he’d make an exception to the rule of sleeping while not properly prepared for it.
With a long sigh, V’ler finally made a decision and slowly worked to free himself from Indivara. “Rescue the pillow from them,” he waved to his two blue firelizards with similar markings. They came from the same clutch and V’ler had found it fascinating that their hides matured into patterns that were like mirror images of each other. “I’ll fight with my boots.” He had a feeling the boots would put up a good fight but he was determined; there was a comfortable bed to properly curl up in, blankets to hide under, and someone he considered a friend waiting to do both with him.
