23.Jul.18, 06:09 AM
Indivara’s expression went from placid enjoyment of R’vi’s company, to flat with irritation in the small amount of time it took to process his demand that she seat herself. He was right, of course, but that did absolutely nothing to sooth Indivara’s feathers, and honestly only ruffled them more. Her eyebrows drew down and her lips flattened as she mentally prepared herself to wage war. She would have, too, if a firm Sit! hadn’t come privately from her dragon, and Indivara’s entire face contorted into a pout. “Fine,” she sulked, shoulders slumped pathetically as she dragged her feet to the couch and set herself down on it.
Pulling her feet up under her, Indivara traced the patterns in the material as she listened to R’vi potter around in the little kitchen, apparently searching for the juice or glasses, she wasn’t sure which but could tell by the way he was trying to be subtle about opening and closing cabinets; she resisted the urge to shout out instructions to him, and instead curled against the arm of the couch, re-braiding her hair and tying it off with a leather tie. She gave a sort of dry smile when R’vi finally wandered back, and took the glass he offered her without (vocal!) comment. “Thanks,” was added, though, and she sipped the juice.
“How’s life?” Indivara asked after a lengthy but not uncomfortable silence, looking over at R’vi with genuine interest. She felt like she hadn’t seen her fellow bluerider in Turns – though surely it couldn’t have been that long, right? – and she was honestly curious about what he’d been up to, though she suspected it was his brother that had brought him to Telgar; that did leave her wondering why he was in her weyr and not N’vian’s? Venseth’s guilt and worry tipped her off pretty quickly, though, and Indivara reached out to reassure him that she was fine, and while she would have rather no one found her (or not fainted at all, honestly) she was glad it was R’vi and not Val. That would have been… Well, she wasn’t sure, but it likely wouldn’t have been a good situation.
“You should drop by more often!” Indivara added, frowning grumpily at R’vi for a moment, as if it were all his fault they hadn’t gotten to hang out in recent times, and not at least one-third hers (Val wasn’t getting off scot-free there!) since she was Weyrbound until the parasite was born. She couldn’t wait to hand the little bawling stink-maker over to Rhaedalyn, though she was wondering how they would get the infant from Telgar to Fort without Rhaedalyn or R’nya having a panic attack about the baby traveling between. Indivara was pretty sure if she wrapped it up and put it under her shirt, it wouldn’t be too bothered by traveling between. Hopefully…
Pulling her feet up under her, Indivara traced the patterns in the material as she listened to R’vi potter around in the little kitchen, apparently searching for the juice or glasses, she wasn’t sure which but could tell by the way he was trying to be subtle about opening and closing cabinets; she resisted the urge to shout out instructions to him, and instead curled against the arm of the couch, re-braiding her hair and tying it off with a leather tie. She gave a sort of dry smile when R’vi finally wandered back, and took the glass he offered her without (vocal!) comment. “Thanks,” was added, though, and she sipped the juice.
“How’s life?” Indivara asked after a lengthy but not uncomfortable silence, looking over at R’vi with genuine interest. She felt like she hadn’t seen her fellow bluerider in Turns – though surely it couldn’t have been that long, right? – and she was honestly curious about what he’d been up to, though she suspected it was his brother that had brought him to Telgar; that did leave her wondering why he was in her weyr and not N’vian’s? Venseth’s guilt and worry tipped her off pretty quickly, though, and Indivara reached out to reassure him that she was fine, and while she would have rather no one found her (or not fainted at all, honestly) she was glad it was R’vi and not Val. That would have been… Well, she wasn’t sure, but it likely wouldn’t have been a good situation.
“You should drop by more often!” Indivara added, frowning grumpily at R’vi for a moment, as if it were all his fault they hadn’t gotten to hang out in recent times, and not at least one-third hers (Val wasn’t getting off scot-free there!) since she was Weyrbound until the parasite was born. She couldn’t wait to hand the little bawling stink-maker over to Rhaedalyn, though she was wondering how they would get the infant from Telgar to Fort without Rhaedalyn or R’nya having a panic attack about the baby traveling between. Indivara was pretty sure if she wrapped it up and put it under her shirt, it wouldn’t be too bothered by traveling between. Hopefully…