23.Dec.18, 02:38 AM
Indivara lifted an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly as she considered Z’rin’s description of the herbal drink. “Interesting,” she allowed, though there was a crinkle to her nose that belied her lack of that particular interest in the stuff. Indivara wasn’t really a fan of flightlust; she let herself tumble into it on the rare occasions that Venseth felt the need to give Chase, but he wasn’t much interested as a whole and hadn’t Chased once while Indivara was pregnant.
“I think I’ll pass,” Indivara said dryly, but her expression was amused. “Though I’ve heard some very interesting things about your camping trip.” Some of her Candidates hadn’t been as subtle as they thought they were – though it probably helped Indivara that she was tiny and moved with a quiet grace when she wanted to sneak around and eavesdrop on her kids. She had learned a lot of things, doing that, and was still quietly smug about the fact that none of them had figured out how she knew things she shouldn’t know.
Tilting her head again, Indivara got carefully of Z’rin’s lap with a wave of her hand that indicated she’d be right back. Wandering into the kitchen, she filled three glasses with fruit juice, and brought them back, carefully holding them all. She put Val’s down on the little coaster that kept his work safe, and then dug up a spare one to join her own and set down her and Z’rin’s glasses on them. She’d humoured Val when he asked her to use the coaster the first time, but it had become a habit and while she still found it amusing, she hadn’t teased him about it for a long time. Maybe she’d buy him some pretty ones for Turnover or his birthday?
The thought made her smile to herself, as she propped her hip against the desk and considered Z’rin once more. “How long have you two been together?” She asked, curious. “Officially and unofficially,” she added, smiling slightly. She wanted to get a feel for her friend’s relationship – Indivara could tell that Z’rin was in deep – and while she didn’t have any particular issues with N’mor, she didn’t really care for him over much, either. Obnoxious child of B’jin’s that he was. Therefore, she needed to know how ready she should be to beat him for hurting her friend. Indivara smiled innocently – not so innocently as to make Z’rin aware she was plotting his mate’s death, but just… a small and genuine smile.
“I think I’ll pass,” Indivara said dryly, but her expression was amused. “Though I’ve heard some very interesting things about your camping trip.” Some of her Candidates hadn’t been as subtle as they thought they were – though it probably helped Indivara that she was tiny and moved with a quiet grace when she wanted to sneak around and eavesdrop on her kids. She had learned a lot of things, doing that, and was still quietly smug about the fact that none of them had figured out how she knew things she shouldn’t know.
Tilting her head again, Indivara got carefully of Z’rin’s lap with a wave of her hand that indicated she’d be right back. Wandering into the kitchen, she filled three glasses with fruit juice, and brought them back, carefully holding them all. She put Val’s down on the little coaster that kept his work safe, and then dug up a spare one to join her own and set down her and Z’rin’s glasses on them. She’d humoured Val when he asked her to use the coaster the first time, but it had become a habit and while she still found it amusing, she hadn’t teased him about it for a long time. Maybe she’d buy him some pretty ones for Turnover or his birthday?
The thought made her smile to herself, as she propped her hip against the desk and considered Z’rin once more. “How long have you two been together?” She asked, curious. “Officially and unofficially,” she added, smiling slightly. She wanted to get a feel for her friend’s relationship – Indivara could tell that Z’rin was in deep – and while she didn’t have any particular issues with N’mor, she didn’t really care for him over much, either. Obnoxious child of B’jin’s that he was. Therefore, she needed to know how ready she should be to beat him for hurting her friend. Indivara smiled innocently – not so innocently as to make Z’rin aware she was plotting his mate’s death, but just… a small and genuine smile.