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11.Apr.14, 02:36 PM
If Indivara were anyone else, any other girl, she likely would have collapsed into tears as the entirety of the situation crashed around her like the first wave of a summer storm. Instead, she stood numb and frozen in the circle of V’ler’s arms. Despite the way he loosened his grip, Indivara did not move, she just stared without seeing at his chest, usually bright and emotional blue eyes as dull and expressionless as the contours of her scarred face. They were gone…
She did not know what to feel, she did not know how to feel. She did not know how to process the thoughts; what had been the last thing she had said to her mother? Had they argued, or had they last seen one another on good terms? Indivara could not remember, and that ate away at her more than if she’d known one way or the other. At least then, she would have had a clear scenario, something to cling to; instead, all she had given herself was uncertainty. Had her mother died angry at her? Sad? Indivara was sure the woman had been disappointed, for she had been nothing but a disappointment for as long as she could remember.
Indivara shuddered, drawing in a slow, deep breath and leaning into V’ler, she wrapped her arms around him and clung. “I’m glad they’re okay,” her voice was soft, barely more than a whisper as she clung as tightly to the small rays of hope that had been given as she was clinging to the bluerider. Par’a was okay, and that was more of a relief to Indivara than anything else; the reassurance of Kerrin, Jada and the twins being okay was further warmth in the terror that had cooled her, and the awful weight of her mother and brother’s deaths. Better to ignore them, until later, until she was alone and could express herself in her own way, without anyone watching or judging. Or worrying.
Queenie, creeling a soft echo of Veeth, landed on the blue dragon’s foreleg and nuzzled what she could see of his cheek, while Saph fluttered around anxiously, watching and waiting for a chance to curl around Indivara’s neck without getting in the way of anyone. His chance came a moment later, as Indivara took a deep breath, face pressed to V’ler’s chest, and puffed it out as she leaned backwards and carefully detangled herself from his arms. Saph pounced on the opening; quickly alighting on Indivara’s left shoulder and snaking under her hair to coil around the girl’s neck like a dark blue necklace, and peer balefully up at V’ler, as if it were all the harper’s fault the girl were upset. Indivara petted the firelizard gently, turning her gaze to Veeth.
“I want to help.” She was small, and sickly, but surely there was something she could do more than mope around now that she was awake, or be hidden away like some delicate goldrider! So long as no one tried to put her in the kitchen! Indivara glanced up at V’ler, then back to Veeth – she spoke to the blue dragon. “I’m going to dress. Don’t let him go anywhere until I get back.” Her tone was firm and bossy, the usual, and she gave Veeth a gentle pat on the nose before dashing once more toward one of the few huts that had been left standing. Indivara knew she wouldn’t be much help, and she could feel the coils of emotion in her stomach that were fighting to come back to the surface after learning about her family, and it only made her more determined to help. Anything, anything had to be better than confronting the harshness of that reality.
She did not know what to feel, she did not know how to feel. She did not know how to process the thoughts; what had been the last thing she had said to her mother? Had they argued, or had they last seen one another on good terms? Indivara could not remember, and that ate away at her more than if she’d known one way or the other. At least then, she would have had a clear scenario, something to cling to; instead, all she had given herself was uncertainty. Had her mother died angry at her? Sad? Indivara was sure the woman had been disappointed, for she had been nothing but a disappointment for as long as she could remember.
Indivara shuddered, drawing in a slow, deep breath and leaning into V’ler, she wrapped her arms around him and clung. “I’m glad they’re okay,” her voice was soft, barely more than a whisper as she clung as tightly to the small rays of hope that had been given as she was clinging to the bluerider. Par’a was okay, and that was more of a relief to Indivara than anything else; the reassurance of Kerrin, Jada and the twins being okay was further warmth in the terror that had cooled her, and the awful weight of her mother and brother’s deaths. Better to ignore them, until later, until she was alone and could express herself in her own way, without anyone watching or judging. Or worrying.
Queenie, creeling a soft echo of Veeth, landed on the blue dragon’s foreleg and nuzzled what she could see of his cheek, while Saph fluttered around anxiously, watching and waiting for a chance to curl around Indivara’s neck without getting in the way of anyone. His chance came a moment later, as Indivara took a deep breath, face pressed to V’ler’s chest, and puffed it out as she leaned backwards and carefully detangled herself from his arms. Saph pounced on the opening; quickly alighting on Indivara’s left shoulder and snaking under her hair to coil around the girl’s neck like a dark blue necklace, and peer balefully up at V’ler, as if it were all the harper’s fault the girl were upset. Indivara petted the firelizard gently, turning her gaze to Veeth.
“I want to help.” She was small, and sickly, but surely there was something she could do more than mope around now that she was awake, or be hidden away like some delicate goldrider! So long as no one tried to put her in the kitchen! Indivara glanced up at V’ler, then back to Veeth – she spoke to the blue dragon. “I’m going to dress. Don’t let him go anywhere until I get back.” Her tone was firm and bossy, the usual, and she gave Veeth a gentle pat on the nose before dashing once more toward one of the few huts that had been left standing. Indivara knew she wouldn’t be much help, and she could feel the coils of emotion in her stomach that were fighting to come back to the surface after learning about her family, and it only made her more determined to help. Anything, anything had to be better than confronting the harshness of that reality.
