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20.May.13, 08:58 AM
Indivara laughed softly, rolling her eyes at Ryvian in amusement. She was pretty sure her friend would never be that desperate to resort to fucking her mother! There were far more appealing people wandering around the Weyr, and many of them would have been openly receptive to the attractive twin toppling into a bed with them. But her mother? That thought was just laughable. The woman barely ever got laid, and her dragon so rarely flew these days that Indivara was quite sure the pair was going through some kind of premature menopause.
The girl huffed irritably, but also nodded; Ryvian was right. They would all get off her case if she sucked it up and went through with the pregnancy. Then she could shove the child under the bastard Weyrleader’s nose and say ‘there!’ and demand her right to stand be returned to her. Indivara had no doubt her dragon would find her, wherever she was located when he hatched, but she was also quite sure he would be much happier obtaining her if she were on the Sands with her friends than located in some obscure area like sitting on Krypth! Besides, Indivara enjoyed touching the eggs, and being restricted from candidacy also meant being restricted from egg touching. While Krypth and Jada might encourage her to break rules and pet the gold’s eggs, Indivara wasn’t prepared to bet that Nirinath or Okalinath would be as welcoming!
Surprised, Indivara turned to look at Ryvian in shock when he offered up his own hide as responsible for the brat, and Indivara studied him for a moment, eyes narrowing thoughtfully as she held his gaze. A small smirk tilted her lips, and she gave the young man a smug look. “No one would believe it,” she told him, amused. Her gaze dropping, Indivara paused, and her small smirk grew wicked as what was supposed to be hidden was clearly on display and the girl tilted her head coyly, peering up at Ryvian for a moment. She caught his gaze, and her hand left her side, lingering just away enough to not touch, she paused dramatically for a moment – still carefully watching his face – before nipping the edge of the fabric between her fingers and flicking his robe with a playful snap of her wrist.
Patting Ryvian gently on the thigh, Indivara’s expression was deeply amused, and quite pleased with herself as she smiled sweetly. “Thanks,” the simple word was genuine, and Indivara shifted to wrap her arms lightly around Ryvian’s neck for a moment, hugging him tightly before letting go and leaning back on her heels. She rose lightly, and offered her hands to her friend; “You might want to find Ny, and some alcohol.” Post Impression blues required booze, after all! Normally, Indivara would have been all over such a party, but she wasn’t prepared to live through that lecture from her mother. Or the healers. Or anyone else! “I’d suggest some more clothes, but I doubt you’ll be in that robe for long anyway.” A devious smirk claimed her lips, and Indivara’s eyes sparkled.
The girl huffed irritably, but also nodded; Ryvian was right. They would all get off her case if she sucked it up and went through with the pregnancy. Then she could shove the child under the bastard Weyrleader’s nose and say ‘there!’ and demand her right to stand be returned to her. Indivara had no doubt her dragon would find her, wherever she was located when he hatched, but she was also quite sure he would be much happier obtaining her if she were on the Sands with her friends than located in some obscure area like sitting on Krypth! Besides, Indivara enjoyed touching the eggs, and being restricted from candidacy also meant being restricted from egg touching. While Krypth and Jada might encourage her to break rules and pet the gold’s eggs, Indivara wasn’t prepared to bet that Nirinath or Okalinath would be as welcoming!
Surprised, Indivara turned to look at Ryvian in shock when he offered up his own hide as responsible for the brat, and Indivara studied him for a moment, eyes narrowing thoughtfully as she held his gaze. A small smirk tilted her lips, and she gave the young man a smug look. “No one would believe it,” she told him, amused. Her gaze dropping, Indivara paused, and her small smirk grew wicked as what was supposed to be hidden was clearly on display and the girl tilted her head coyly, peering up at Ryvian for a moment. She caught his gaze, and her hand left her side, lingering just away enough to not touch, she paused dramatically for a moment – still carefully watching his face – before nipping the edge of the fabric between her fingers and flicking his robe with a playful snap of her wrist.
Patting Ryvian gently on the thigh, Indivara’s expression was deeply amused, and quite pleased with herself as she smiled sweetly. “Thanks,” the simple word was genuine, and Indivara shifted to wrap her arms lightly around Ryvian’s neck for a moment, hugging him tightly before letting go and leaning back on her heels. She rose lightly, and offered her hands to her friend; “You might want to find Ny, and some alcohol.” Post Impression blues required booze, after all! Normally, Indivara would have been all over such a party, but she wasn’t prepared to live through that lecture from her mother. Or the healers. Or anyone else! “I’d suggest some more clothes, but I doubt you’ll be in that robe for long anyway.” A devious smirk claimed her lips, and Indivara’s eyes sparkled.
