15.Oct.16, 11:09 PM
Indivara shrieked, spinning around with a hot glare as she flailed, part of her wanting to whack her friend and part of her wanting to escape the potential for more ticklish torture; in the end she just sort of flailed around splashing on the spot. The laughter of her dragon as he paddled in the water not far away did nothing to smooth Indivara’s ruffled feathers and she snorted unhappily at Venseth before turning to point a threatening finger at R’vi.
“I will get you for that!” Considering Indivara’s past history with her friends, the would be no telling if she’d actually get him back, or if she’d forget about it but in the process have him worrying about it for several days or more. Indivara had always been full of empty threats, though she had clear memories of throwing sticks at V’lar when they were younger. Maybe she could throw sand at R’vi? There was certainly enough of it under her feet, though it would require diving under the water to get to it… that would give R’vi plenty of opportunity to either vanish or cause more mischief. Indivara frowned, that clearly wouldn’t work.
If she remembers to, Venseth quipped, earning another heated glare from his rider, much to his vocal amusement; the rumbling laughter from the dragon was low and clearly cheerful. I swear her memory gets worse every day!
Indivara was indignant. “It does not! It’s the extra lessons I’m taking.” Turning her attention back to R’vi, Indivara flicked some water playfully in his direction before moving closer, though her movements were far from threatening and her smile was excited; need for revenge at least temporarily forgotten. “I’ve been assisting B’jin; I’m going to be a Weyrlingmaster.” She beamed, clearly pleased with herself. While Indivara wasn’t particularly fond of the greenrider, he was a means to an end and Indivara wanted to do something with her life as a dragonrider beyond just ferrying rich Holders from location A to location B. The idea of tormenting their offspring was much more appealing!
Stopping a few feet from R’vi, Indivara brushed wet hair out of her face and turned an affectionate look upon her dragon. “Can you believe these lumps are two?” Turning back to R’vi, her expression was something more akin to wonder. “How’d we get so lucky?” So Venseth wasn’t a bronze like she’d always been sure she would Impress, despite the fact that no woman ever had before, but he was still hers, and he was an amazing young dragon. A big, young dragon, but no less amazing.
“I will get you for that!” Considering Indivara’s past history with her friends, the would be no telling if she’d actually get him back, or if she’d forget about it but in the process have him worrying about it for several days or more. Indivara had always been full of empty threats, though she had clear memories of throwing sticks at V’lar when they were younger. Maybe she could throw sand at R’vi? There was certainly enough of it under her feet, though it would require diving under the water to get to it… that would give R’vi plenty of opportunity to either vanish or cause more mischief. Indivara frowned, that clearly wouldn’t work.
Indivara was indignant. “It does not! It’s the extra lessons I’m taking.” Turning her attention back to R’vi, Indivara flicked some water playfully in his direction before moving closer, though her movements were far from threatening and her smile was excited; need for revenge at least temporarily forgotten. “I’ve been assisting B’jin; I’m going to be a Weyrlingmaster.” She beamed, clearly pleased with herself. While Indivara wasn’t particularly fond of the greenrider, he was a means to an end and Indivara wanted to do something with her life as a dragonrider beyond just ferrying rich Holders from location A to location B. The idea of tormenting their offspring was much more appealing!
Stopping a few feet from R’vi, Indivara brushed wet hair out of her face and turned an affectionate look upon her dragon. “Can you believe these lumps are two?” Turning back to R’vi, her expression was something more akin to wonder. “How’d we get so lucky?” So Venseth wasn’t a bronze like she’d always been sure she would Impress, despite the fact that no woman ever had before, but he was still hers, and he was an amazing young dragon. A big, young dragon, but no less amazing.