17.Mar.12, 05:31 AM
The pre-teen wasn't interested in talking about the horrible green dragon that enjoyed torturing selected children; Indivara hadn't been able to figure out what the difference was between drowning this child or loving that one, but the girl had quickly realised she was one of those liable to be damaged. As a result, she had a strong tendency to ignore and avoid the snarky green beast, especially when Grith was so much more enjoyable to be around.
"I'm not desperate," the girl scowled, irritated. "I'm determined." She tilted her chin arrogantly and gave the young man an aggravated look. Just because none of the northern folk could understand what an honour it was to be bonded to a dragon! They were all so... thick headed! Her lips pursed as she bit back further insults and the girl would have let Valerian go. But he pressed probably her biggest button without even realising it, and the already irate young woman snapped.
"Indivara. Vah-rah. Why in the name of Faranth can no sharding wherry in this Threadburned Weyr pronounce my name?" The girl threw both her hands up in the air, her voice a low growl of irritation and exasperation. Dropping them from the air, they rested on her hips, fingers splayed as she scowled at Valerian like he was the personal vendetta against her name. "I will Impress this clutch," the girl insisted, watching as the harper turned to move off, her voice heightening with her determination. "Just you watch!"
To back up this statement, Indivara swooped down and picked up another stick, throwing it with force at Valerian's retreating back.
"I'm not desperate," the girl scowled, irritated. "I'm determined." She tilted her chin arrogantly and gave the young man an aggravated look. Just because none of the northern folk could understand what an honour it was to be bonded to a dragon! They were all so... thick headed! Her lips pursed as she bit back further insults and the girl would have let Valerian go. But he pressed probably her biggest button without even realising it, and the already irate young woman snapped.
"Indivara. Vah-rah. Why in the name of Faranth can no sharding wherry in this Threadburned Weyr pronounce my name?" The girl threw both her hands up in the air, her voice a low growl of irritation and exasperation. Dropping them from the air, they rested on her hips, fingers splayed as she scowled at Valerian like he was the personal vendetta against her name. "I will Impress this clutch," the girl insisted, watching as the harper turned to move off, her voice heightening with her determination. "Just you watch!"
To back up this statement, Indivara swooped down and picked up another stick, throwing it with force at Valerian's retreating back.