06.Jun.14, 01:00 PM
Indivara sat silently in the middle of V’ler’s bed, her legs crossed at the ankles and her arms wrapped around her knees. The expression on her face was blank, deep blue eyes staring silently into space as she tried not to think, tried not to feel. A shiver wound its way down her spine with intensity, and the girl gave a full body shudder and blinked, focusing her gaze on the other side of the small room, and the only door to get in.
The entire set up was tiny, but the bed was big enough that, after Krypth’s latest clutch’s hatching almost a week prior, Indivara had made herself once more at home in V’ler’s bed. The energetic and more than a little dramatic hatching had reawaken nightmares, and Indivara, stubborn as she was, had returned without any true conscious thought back to her safety net. It meant that Venseth was not as close to her, but she could hear him shifting his weight up on the roof and could feel his reassuring presence wrapped through every part of her mind. At night, she clung to V’ler, and was thankful the other bluerider never made a comment.
Indivara curled over slightly, resting her head on her clasped hands, and trying not to think about why she was waiting for V’ler to get back from… whatever he had spent the evening doing. It had been two hours since Krypth’s final, mind numbing screech had been heard, and her last trip between had been taken. The gold had stayed long enough to have Jada’s body brought out to her – but who could have denied the distraught dragon that was screeching and ready to rip down the wall to get to what was left of the woman? All but the midwife who had responsibility of it, had at that moment had forgotten the infant she had died bearing. Indivara did not even know what gender the child was.
Venseth crooned gently, a sound Indivara heard far more through their bond than with their ears, and she rocked slightly where she was sitting, refusing to acknowledge the tears that had begun to trail without fuss down her cheeks. Jada had been one of her only female friends; the woman had put up with Indivara bossing her around, tormenting her dragon, and her bad taste in humour. Indivara had lost family and people she had known in the landslide, but she had not truly lost someone she cared about; Indivara had – did – love Jada dearly, and she had no idea how to cope with losing her.
The girl’s head raised as the door opened, and Indivara’s watery gaze informed her V’ler had seen fit to come home; she could not see enough of him through her tears to determine what expression he was wearing. She knew that he and Jada had been in the same Weyrlinghood class; she had never listed to enough of Jada’s stories to know more than that – or recall it at that moment. Barely giving him time to shut the door behind himself, Indivara threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and one leg over his hip so he was carrying far more of her weight than she was. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, crying silently.
The entire set up was tiny, but the bed was big enough that, after Krypth’s latest clutch’s hatching almost a week prior, Indivara had made herself once more at home in V’ler’s bed. The energetic and more than a little dramatic hatching had reawaken nightmares, and Indivara, stubborn as she was, had returned without any true conscious thought back to her safety net. It meant that Venseth was not as close to her, but she could hear him shifting his weight up on the roof and could feel his reassuring presence wrapped through every part of her mind. At night, she clung to V’ler, and was thankful the other bluerider never made a comment.
Indivara curled over slightly, resting her head on her clasped hands, and trying not to think about why she was waiting for V’ler to get back from… whatever he had spent the evening doing. It had been two hours since Krypth’s final, mind numbing screech had been heard, and her last trip between had been taken. The gold had stayed long enough to have Jada’s body brought out to her – but who could have denied the distraught dragon that was screeching and ready to rip down the wall to get to what was left of the woman? All but the midwife who had responsibility of it, had at that moment had forgotten the infant she had died bearing. Indivara did not even know what gender the child was.
Venseth crooned gently, a sound Indivara heard far more through their bond than with their ears, and she rocked slightly where she was sitting, refusing to acknowledge the tears that had begun to trail without fuss down her cheeks. Jada had been one of her only female friends; the woman had put up with Indivara bossing her around, tormenting her dragon, and her bad taste in humour. Indivara had lost family and people she had known in the landslide, but she had not truly lost someone she cared about; Indivara had – did – love Jada dearly, and she had no idea how to cope with losing her.
The girl’s head raised as the door opened, and Indivara’s watery gaze informed her V’ler had seen fit to come home; she could not see enough of him through her tears to determine what expression he was wearing. She knew that he and Jada had been in the same Weyrlinghood class; she had never listed to enough of Jada’s stories to know more than that – or recall it at that moment. Barely giving him time to shut the door behind himself, Indivara threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and one leg over his hip so he was carrying far more of her weight than she was. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, crying silently.