15.Oct.15, 07:11 AM
Why? You already told Veeth who will have informed V’ler six times over by now. Indivara rolled her eyes as she threw her shoulder against the door and rammed it open, tossing her gloves on the table she knew was nearby and kicking her boots off as she walked, hopping a couple of steps when the left was stubborn. Finally freeing her feet, Indivara bee-lined for the bedroom, peeling off the rest of her riding clothing as she got there, tossing the items as she went. By the time she reached the room, she was in her underwear though not for long. A shirt was thrown on, one of V’ler’s by how low it hung, more a dress on the petite girl, and a pair of shorts were dug out from under the bed – those were hers.
“Where are they, anyway?” Indivara meandered out of the bedroom, grabbing a piece of redfruit off the main table as she passed it and sinking her teeth into the juicy fruit. It was so nice to be able to eat it without fear of Tsuen having a freak-out and beheading someone she thought was trying to poison her. Venseth’s response was delayed as she reassured the dragon that nothing quite that serious had happened in the past, nor would it likely happen in the future. Tsuen was long dead, Faranth be praised, the crazy old hag.
Fussing around in the kitchen, Indivara looked up when she heard the door open, and flashed a crooked grin at V’ler. “There you are. I have a question for you!” A pause. “Want some juice? That’s not the question.” She stepped aside slightly to show him the mess she’d managed to make in the process of squeezing some redfruit herself. There were a lack of Katilan non-riders (or riders) to bully into day to day tasks like squishing redfruit.