27.Nov.16, 02:01 AM
V’ler’s quip about R’vi was enough to surprise an inelegant giggle out of Indivara, the sound corrupted by a hiccup, the combination causing Indivara to fall into a short coughing fit as her body tried to figure out what it was she was expecting of it. Once she was able to function again, Indivara tilted her head against V’ler’s shoulder, considering the question he had put forward. It wasn’t a new question, and in fact Indivara had done far too much thinking about it over the past months – turns even – since Venseth had matured enough to chase, but simply hadn’t.
Indivara wrung her fingers together, twisting them uncomfortably as she chewed over her thoughts and the things she might say, but wasn’t sure how to phrase. Sliding off the bed and away from V’ler suddenly, Indivara paced the length of the bed, back and forward, several times as she continued to twist her fingers together. The question V’ler had given her beat against her mind like the beating of a drum on a party night, and Indivara released her hands, just to tug on the end of her braid in agitation. After several moments, she paced back towards V’ler, and stopped right in front of him, so close she was pressed against his legs; she was trembling visibly.
“I’m afraid,” she whispered, hands gripping V’ler’s thighs just above the knee, her hold tight. Her voice was husky from crying, and blue eyes were flickering, with Indivara unable to meet V’ler’s gaze but determined to look at him, as if by doing so she somehow counteracted the fact that she was trembling in terror of both her admittance and the fear just the thought of Venseth giving chase was able to impart on her. She knew as she spoke the two simple words that she was at fault for Venseth not feeling like he could chase; she was a terrible dragonrider and a failure to her lifemate. Her bottom lip wobbled with the threat of more tears, but Indivara’s determined gaze finally met V’ler’s, her eyerbows furrowed together as she fought off more tears.
Indivara wrung her fingers together, twisting them uncomfortably as she chewed over her thoughts and the things she might say, but wasn’t sure how to phrase. Sliding off the bed and away from V’ler suddenly, Indivara paced the length of the bed, back and forward, several times as she continued to twist her fingers together. The question V’ler had given her beat against her mind like the beating of a drum on a party night, and Indivara released her hands, just to tug on the end of her braid in agitation. After several moments, she paced back towards V’ler, and stopped right in front of him, so close she was pressed against his legs; she was trembling visibly.
“I’m afraid,” she whispered, hands gripping V’ler’s thighs just above the knee, her hold tight. Her voice was husky from crying, and blue eyes were flickering, with Indivara unable to meet V’ler’s gaze but determined to look at him, as if by doing so she somehow counteracted the fact that she was trembling in terror of both her admittance and the fear just the thought of Venseth giving chase was able to impart on her. She knew as she spoke the two simple words that she was at fault for Venseth not feeling like he could chase; she was a terrible dragonrider and a failure to her lifemate. Her bottom lip wobbled with the threat of more tears, but Indivara’s determined gaze finally met V’ler’s, her eyerbows furrowed together as she fought off more tears.