26.Jan.16, 10:28 PM
Indivara’s delicate features contorted into a grimace, an index finger corkscrewing in her ear at the – in her opinion – high pitched shriek Veeth planted in her mind. A deep sigh of exasperation was given, and Indivara swung up onto Venseth without waiting to see if Veeth would – there he went again, shrieking her name and elongating every damned syllable. The young woman frowned, even as Venseth crooned in concern.
It’s not like Veeth to panic, the young blue pointed out reasonably, his concern growing as his blue brother continued to panic. Indivara shrugged; Veeth was known to be dramatic, even if that drama usually and almost always came in his excessive need to be polite and catch every green ever to sprout a pair of wings.
C’mon. Let’s go see what the issue is, then.
Not a few moments later, and Venseth was carefully landing on the edge of the weyr V’ler had claimed as his own, and as a result, Indivara’s. Seeing Veeth dancing on the spot caused Indivara some small amount of worry, but also relaxed her. If V’ler had decided it was time to drop dead or do something equally un-V’ler-ish, she was quite sure dancing on the spot wouldn’t be Veeth’s action of choice. Maybe he broke his guitar and upset Veeth as a result. That certainly sounded like the type of selfish thing V’ler would do!
“Easy, Veeth.” Indivara strode across to the panicked blue, petting his nose as he babbled to her what was wrong with V’ler. His description caused her brows to furrow, though she snorted at the idea of V’ler being asleep already. Giving Veeth a settling pat on the nose, the girl made her way into the weyr and towards the bedroom, kicking her boots off as she went.
“Oi, V’ler!” Her voice was pitched low, and carried a tone of irritation. It wasn’t right for the man to stir up his poor dragon for no reason! Indivara’s arms folded across her chest and she stomped into the bedroom. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of V’ler, and she took a halting step backwards as he chose that moment to attempt at hacking up a lung. Indivara’s nose scrunched up.
Tell Veeth he has the flu. Which he would have realised, if he hadn’t been so panicked. I know he’s seen me sick before! Indivara knew Venseth would pass the message along, albeit with a little more honey than Indivara herself was prone to including. Can’t he call someone else? I’m going to get sick now, the pure whine in Indivara’s voice was witnessed only by Venseth.
You have survived before, you’ll survive again. Help your friend.
Gee, thanks. Huffing, Indivara turned on her heel to make her way into the kitchen area, digging up a clean mug and filling it with slightly stale but suitably cool water. It would have to do! She wasn’t in the mood to run to the other end of the Weyr and back just because V’ler was feeling a little icky. Especially since she knew he didn’t go that far out of his way for her when she was unwell.
Returning to the bedroom, Indivara set the glass down on the bedside table and perched lightly on the side of the bed. Her eyes brightened when she noticed the discarded cloth. Tipping some water out of the cup and onto the cloth, she let the dampness spread before laying it lightly over V’ler’s forehead.
“Hey sleepy head,” her voice was light and gentle, much like her touch before she folded her hands in her lap.
C’mon. Let’s go see what the issue is, then.
Not a few moments later, and Venseth was carefully landing on the edge of the weyr V’ler had claimed as his own, and as a result, Indivara’s. Seeing Veeth dancing on the spot caused Indivara some small amount of worry, but also relaxed her. If V’ler had decided it was time to drop dead or do something equally un-V’ler-ish, she was quite sure dancing on the spot wouldn’t be Veeth’s action of choice. Maybe he broke his guitar and upset Veeth as a result. That certainly sounded like the type of selfish thing V’ler would do!
“Easy, Veeth.” Indivara strode across to the panicked blue, petting his nose as he babbled to her what was wrong with V’ler. His description caused her brows to furrow, though she snorted at the idea of V’ler being asleep already. Giving Veeth a settling pat on the nose, the girl made her way into the weyr and towards the bedroom, kicking her boots off as she went.
“Oi, V’ler!” Her voice was pitched low, and carried a tone of irritation. It wasn’t right for the man to stir up his poor dragon for no reason! Indivara’s arms folded across her chest and she stomped into the bedroom. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of V’ler, and she took a halting step backwards as he chose that moment to attempt at hacking up a lung. Indivara’s nose scrunched up.
Tell Veeth he has the flu. Which he would have realised, if he hadn’t been so panicked. I know he’s seen me sick before! Indivara knew Venseth would pass the message along, albeit with a little more honey than Indivara herself was prone to including. Can’t he call someone else? I’m going to get sick now, the pure whine in Indivara’s voice was witnessed only by Venseth.
Gee, thanks. Huffing, Indivara turned on her heel to make her way into the kitchen area, digging up a clean mug and filling it with slightly stale but suitably cool water. It would have to do! She wasn’t in the mood to run to the other end of the Weyr and back just because V’ler was feeling a little icky. Especially since she knew he didn’t go that far out of his way for her when she was unwell.
Returning to the bedroom, Indivara set the glass down on the bedside table and perched lightly on the side of the bed. Her eyes brightened when she noticed the discarded cloth. Tipping some water out of the cup and onto the cloth, she let the dampness spread before laying it lightly over V’ler’s forehead.
“Hey sleepy head,” her voice was light and gentle, much like her touch before she folded her hands in her lap.