25.Apr.13, 08:27 AM
Indivara spit into the bucket, and leaned back tentatively, unsure exactly how close Ryvian was sitting behind her. The girl’s chin dropped, leaning against her chest as she breathed slowly and carefully through her nose, one hand rubbing gently over her stomach. “I don’t want to name it,” she whispered, turning her head to look at her friend. Blue eyes widened dramatically when Ryvian was closer than she’d thought and she leaned away a little. “I don’t want it.”
Getting out of the whole ordeal, however, was not proving easy. Her mother was adamant that Indivara birth the child she’d gotten herself pregnant with and was more than a little unsympathetic to her plight; she hadn’t told anyone else before Ryvian now, because of that. The greenriders attitude was less than encouraging or supportive and Indivara, for all her brash nature, needed to feel secure. If her mother was reacting so bluntly to the whole thing, how would her friends react? Most dragonriders had stopped prompting for trips between, in order to assist with the new requirement for women to have children before standing, those that were asked often refused. What if her friends thought it was something she had to do, too?
Shifting slightly, Indivara shifted onto her knees so she could wrap her arms around Ryvian’s neck, burying her face against his shoulder as she clung to him. There were no tears, or sobbing, just the quiet desperation of a terrified girl as she collapsed on his lap, refusing to look up and refusing to let go. After a while – seconds, minutes, hours? – she gave a soft, breathy sigh and retracted her arms slowly from around the older ‘brat’s neck, almost surprised she hadn’t been shoved across the room already. “I don’t want it,” she whispered again, sitting up straighter, pretending as if she hadn’t spent an undetermined time clinging to her friend, “It makes me sick. It’ll make me fat. I’m- I just don’t want it.”
Scared. But Indivara didn’t do scared! She’d been mauled by a hatchling and it had been painful, but she didn’t remember ever being scared. She’d been decked by S’kef, and it had been painful, but hardly scary. She’d been snatched by riders and she’d been beaten up by other rough and tumble weyrbrats. But she’d never been scared. How could something like an unborn child frighten her so terribly? Blood crooned gently from where he was sitting off to one side, tail wrapped around himself as he watched the humans.
Getting out of the whole ordeal, however, was not proving easy. Her mother was adamant that Indivara birth the child she’d gotten herself pregnant with and was more than a little unsympathetic to her plight; she hadn’t told anyone else before Ryvian now, because of that. The greenriders attitude was less than encouraging or supportive and Indivara, for all her brash nature, needed to feel secure. If her mother was reacting so bluntly to the whole thing, how would her friends react? Most dragonriders had stopped prompting for trips between, in order to assist with the new requirement for women to have children before standing, those that were asked often refused. What if her friends thought it was something she had to do, too?
Shifting slightly, Indivara shifted onto her knees so she could wrap her arms around Ryvian’s neck, burying her face against his shoulder as she clung to him. There were no tears, or sobbing, just the quiet desperation of a terrified girl as she collapsed on his lap, refusing to look up and refusing to let go. After a while – seconds, minutes, hours? – she gave a soft, breathy sigh and retracted her arms slowly from around the older ‘brat’s neck, almost surprised she hadn’t been shoved across the room already. “I don’t want it,” she whispered again, sitting up straighter, pretending as if she hadn’t spent an undetermined time clinging to her friend, “It makes me sick. It’ll make me fat. I’m- I just don’t want it.”
Scared. But Indivara didn’t do scared! She’d been mauled by a hatchling and it had been painful, but she didn’t remember ever being scared. She’d been decked by S’kef, and it had been painful, but hardly scary. She’d been snatched by riders and she’d been beaten up by other rough and tumble weyrbrats. But she’d never been scared. How could something like an unborn child frighten her so terribly? Blood crooned gently from where he was sitting off to one side, tail wrapped around himself as he watched the humans.