[G] [C] 737.06.30 | A Quiet Night In

“Of course she does,” Indivara sighed, brushing her fingers back through her long hair in an attempt to comb out the tangles. It was a hit-and-miss job, but after a few minutes Indivara got it so that she could begin braiding from the crown of her head and down the length without falling into too much trouble for her efforts. Once her braid was completed, she tied it with a strip of leather and threw the rope of hair back over her shoulder. It would undoubtedly make a wet patch on her back, but the young woman was not particularly worried; it was a warm spring night.

“Is that what you were up to today?” Removing Queenie gently when she tried to land on Indivara’s shoulder, the girl settled the firelizard in her arms and caressed her with long slow strokes, listening with half an ear as Queenie purred her pleasure. “There was a maiden flight today and we noticed Veeth wasn’t here to make her feel special.” While she was clearly teasing, there was a dryness to Inidvara’s tone; Venseth was still lacking any interest at all in any of the greens, and Indivara had even encouraged him to give chase that day, albeit without much gusto, for as much as she wanted the young blue to give chase, she was still shy about the idea of being affected by his lust. It was one thing to flight moth, it was quite another to lose herself, and Indivara was afraid of the lack of control.

Wandering over to the desk, Indivara stopped petting Queenie so she could give Quill a gentle pat, gently scratching him under the jaw and across the eye ridges. “I guess I’ll head over sometime. I’ve got classes with B’jin for the next three days, though.” While the greenrider was currently without a proper class to teach, Indivara had managed to badger him into giving her lessons, since she was barely out of her own Weyrlinghood and she wanted to make Assistant before too much longer, if she could. Of course, that required being picked by one of the Weyrlingmasters to assist, and she didn’t have a lot of faith in most of them choosing her; she was young, she was a she, and she rode a blue who still hadn’t given chase (it was amazing how many people were aware of that fact, too!).

You pay far too much attention to gossip; you’re showing your inner girl.

Indivara was startled into a laugh at her dragon’s input; “Its my inner green dear, not girl. Greenriders are notorious for gossip, and I learned from some of the best. Where are you?”

I am here, the blue announced loudly, landing lightly on the edge of the weyr and slipping inside with a croon of greeting and a nose rub to Veeth. And fine, you are showing your inner green. Does that suit you better? He didn’t bother to curb his voice, making sure V’ler heard, though keeping his tone low enough to not include those outside of the two humans; he had no intention of feeding the gossips further, whatever his opinion on the matter.

When you stop worrying about what the gossips are saying, you will be much happier. Tell her. The last was demanded of V’ler, and Indivara sighed at the routine; Venseth was usually right, but he seemed to enjoy proving he was right by making or having V’ler agree with him, as if whatever he said held more weight for being backed up by the Harper.