14.Nov.16, 08:41 PM
“You make me look bad,” Indivara grumbled half-heartedly, not putting any real venom into the words; she didn’t care one whit how much Rhaedalyn griped about her not spending time with Varlea, but it was as good a topic as any to bicker about with V’ler! While she wasn’t a constant input in the child’s life, Indivara knew she visited the little mite more often than some dragonriders visited their offspring. The fact that the child called her by name when she saw her was good enough point of fact for Indi. She was just glad she wasn’t called mama. That would have been a bit hard to swallow.
“I don’t give a damn what they say about me!” Indivara bit back, irritated with both dragon and human companions. Queenie fluttered away as Indivara’s agitation interrupted the cuddle session and she squeaked unhappily, sulking where she landed on Venseth’s head. Indivara ignored her, her hands on her hips and glaring at V’ler like everything was all his fault. “But when they –“ and she threw one arm out, indicating the Weyr at large “start making snarky comments about my dragon, I draw the damned line!”
I don’t know why it bothers you. It certainly doesn’t bother me. Venseth lifted his head from where he was curled up in his spot of the weyr, tilting his head to look in the direction he knew Indivara was located, even if he couldn’t actually see her through the rocks and leather barriers separating them. I am not broken for choosing you, the green of my hide is quite attractive fi I do say so myself and does not make me any less of a blue, and I will chase when I am well and ready and not a moment before, thank you very much.
Indivara flailed for a moment, looking very unsure of what to do or where to attack, before she quite unexpectedly burst into tears and collapsed on the edge of the bed, burying her head in her arms, fingers clinging to her hair. Venseth gave a very undignified shriek of alarm, scrabbling from where he’d been comfortably sprawled, to press up against Veeth, seeking comfort in his companion when he couldn’t physically reach his human. Vesnseth was confused, not by Indivara’s typical and characteristic emotional meltdown – for he was used to her getting outrageously angry, or bright and happy – but she rarely cried, and that disturbed him.
“I don’t give a damn what they say about me!” Indivara bit back, irritated with both dragon and human companions. Queenie fluttered away as Indivara’s agitation interrupted the cuddle session and she squeaked unhappily, sulking where she landed on Venseth’s head. Indivara ignored her, her hands on her hips and glaring at V’ler like everything was all his fault. “But when they –“ and she threw one arm out, indicating the Weyr at large “start making snarky comments about my dragon, I draw the damned line!”
Indivara flailed for a moment, looking very unsure of what to do or where to attack, before she quite unexpectedly burst into tears and collapsed on the edge of the bed, burying her head in her arms, fingers clinging to her hair. Venseth gave a very undignified shriek of alarm, scrabbling from where he’d been comfortably sprawled, to press up against Veeth, seeking comfort in his companion when he couldn’t physically reach his human. Vesnseth was confused, not by Indivara’s typical and characteristic emotional meltdown – for he was used to her getting outrageously angry, or bright and happy – but she rarely cried, and that disturbed him.