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11.Nov.16, 12:59 AM
One of the things Indivara loved about V’ler’s weyr – and she had rather the long laundry list of reasons she had chosen to set up camp in his bed – was the fact that he had a personal bathroom attached. Once upon a time, Indivara hadn’t given two wits about what anyone thought of her or her bathing habits, of which she was well known, but once upon a time she hadn’t been covered in scars that she was very self-conscious about. Indivara was improving, as she spent sessions with Parella, who also bore Hatching-day scarring, and as she grew into her own. But she was still far too aware of them to be naked in a public bathing area; she was really only getting to the point where she was comfortable in her own skin around her long time friends.
So, while Venseth was not home – he was off doing whatever it was young blue dragons do when they aren’t home and bothering their rider – Indivara was tucked away in the small bathroom – she could have enjoyed a larger bathing room, but she wasn’t about to argue too much – which was filled with steam. M’ris wasn’t the only dragonrider who had heard about bubble baths, and Indivara had been girlishly delighted by the novelty of such a thing, and quickly taken a liking to filling the bath with sweet smelling bubbles that she would deny playing with during her bath. They really livened up bath time! Indivara was blowing them out of her hand and down the length of the tub when she heard Veeth land on the edge of the weyr and V’ler wander in.
Queenie peered out from the cave of bubbles she was currently hiding within to chirp a question, and Indivara giggled softly before shooing the little gold away to greet V’ler, which the tiny queen did with gusto, sending bubbles flying in every direction as she flung herself out of her cave. Indivara dissolved into peals of laughter while Saph looked highly disgruntled from where he was sitting on the far side of the small room. He huffed to himself and settled down, tail wrapped tightly around himself as he stared at Indivara like he expected the girl to scold her gold. Indivara regally ignored him.
Covered in bubbles, and dripping them, Queenie came flying out of the bathroom like a little tornado of gold to barrel into the back of V’ler’s head, wrapping her wet tail around his neck and rubbing her face against his cheek as she crooned a greeting. She didn’t stay there very long, never one to overly push her limits; releasing him she fluttered off to land on Indivara’s shoulder, her tail making a gold necklace around the young woman’s neck as she strode into the room.
“Hey,” Indivara peered over V’ler’s shoulder, her small body wrapped tightly in a fluffy towel – another gem she’d picked up from the local gather, and so much nicer than what she’d been using for so many years at Katila – though her long, wet hair was falling down her back in a tangled mess. “What did you get today?” Indivara grinned as she wiped her wet fingers against the back of V’ler’s neck, enjoying his reaction before moving away towards the bed and the chest of her (stolen V’ler) clothing that was kept near it.
For all her modestly when it came to the general public, Indivara had given up such pretences with V’ler; he had yet to comment on her scars, and while her first few cloth changing sessions around him had been done with dangerous and defiant airs, she’d since gotten to the point where she didn’t even notice if he bothered to look at her. Not that there was a lot to look at; while dragonriding had fine toned Indivara’s muscles, she was still tiny with no hips and no bust, all narrow lines and long limbs. Pulling on one of V’ler’s shirts, Indivara towel dried her hair as she perched on the edge of the bed, watching her companion lazily.
So, while Venseth was not home – he was off doing whatever it was young blue dragons do when they aren’t home and bothering their rider – Indivara was tucked away in the small bathroom – she could have enjoyed a larger bathing room, but she wasn’t about to argue too much – which was filled with steam. M’ris wasn’t the only dragonrider who had heard about bubble baths, and Indivara had been girlishly delighted by the novelty of such a thing, and quickly taken a liking to filling the bath with sweet smelling bubbles that she would deny playing with during her bath. They really livened up bath time! Indivara was blowing them out of her hand and down the length of the tub when she heard Veeth land on the edge of the weyr and V’ler wander in.
Queenie peered out from the cave of bubbles she was currently hiding within to chirp a question, and Indivara giggled softly before shooing the little gold away to greet V’ler, which the tiny queen did with gusto, sending bubbles flying in every direction as she flung herself out of her cave. Indivara dissolved into peals of laughter while Saph looked highly disgruntled from where he was sitting on the far side of the small room. He huffed to himself and settled down, tail wrapped tightly around himself as he stared at Indivara like he expected the girl to scold her gold. Indivara regally ignored him.
Covered in bubbles, and dripping them, Queenie came flying out of the bathroom like a little tornado of gold to barrel into the back of V’ler’s head, wrapping her wet tail around his neck and rubbing her face against his cheek as she crooned a greeting. She didn’t stay there very long, never one to overly push her limits; releasing him she fluttered off to land on Indivara’s shoulder, her tail making a gold necklace around the young woman’s neck as she strode into the room.
“Hey,” Indivara peered over V’ler’s shoulder, her small body wrapped tightly in a fluffy towel – another gem she’d picked up from the local gather, and so much nicer than what she’d been using for so many years at Katila – though her long, wet hair was falling down her back in a tangled mess. “What did you get today?” Indivara grinned as she wiped her wet fingers against the back of V’ler’s neck, enjoying his reaction before moving away towards the bed and the chest of her (stolen V’ler) clothing that was kept near it.
For all her modestly when it came to the general public, Indivara had given up such pretences with V’ler; he had yet to comment on her scars, and while her first few cloth changing sessions around him had been done with dangerous and defiant airs, she’d since gotten to the point where she didn’t even notice if he bothered to look at her. Not that there was a lot to look at; while dragonriding had fine toned Indivara’s muscles, she was still tiny with no hips and no bust, all narrow lines and long limbs. Pulling on one of V’ler’s shirts, Indivara towel dried her hair as she perched on the edge of the bed, watching her companion lazily.
