30.Mar.12, 08:51 AM
Indivara sneered, her lips twisting into an unpleasant expression as ice blue eyes lit up with fire at his words. She paused for a moment, glaring at the stolen harper with an expression filled to the brim with intense dislike, before she swept forward fluidly. Stopping when she was toe to toe with the Candidate, Indivara reached up to poke him harshly in the center of his chest with one small finger, glaring up at him as if she weren't distinctly shorter than him. "I am," another poke, "doing something about it." The girl hissed. "I will," again her finger emphasized her point with a bruising poke at the young man's chest "Impress a dragon from this clutch, and he will," another sharp jab, and intense confidence in her statement, "both prove and disprove every ridiculous statement the Weyrleader has ever spewed."
Glaring, Indivara fisted both hands and planted them firmly on her hips. The only good thing rules were for, was breaking, and Indivara had every intention of completely shattering every rule the Weyrleader could think of. Especially if it concerned her chances to Impress.
Glaring, Indivara fisted both hands and planted them firmly on her hips. The only good thing rules were for, was breaking, and Indivara had every intention of completely shattering every rule the Weyrleader could think of. Especially if it concerned her chances to Impress.