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08.Sep.18, 03:08 AM
“That won’t be necessary,” Indivara announced her presence with a response to T’ryn’s offer to fetch breakfast, the small woman’s arms filled with a large platter, upon which was quite a large quantity of fruits, breads, cheeses and a jug of fresh juice. There were a couple of cups under one of Indivara’s arms, pressed tightly against her side. “Unless you guys eat a lot. Then you might need to go get more,” Indivara grinned impishly, unabashed and in quite a good mood, as she made a quip about her ridiculous appetite since she’d started getting rounder from her pregnancy.
Unlike her pregnancy with Varlea, which had made Indivara ridiculously sick and miserable for the entire term, she’d found this one to be a delight in comparison. Granted, she was still fat, sleeping was starting to become difficult, and her feet were beginning to swell (though she honestly couldn’t see them) and she was still having dizzyspells and fainting episodes. But for the most part, she was content and happily chugging along. Having Val around to torment every day was a big bonus, and Indivara was sure if she didn’t have her mate to tease and snap at, she’d probably be a lot more miserable on the whole. He was such a good boy, taking all the abuse she dished out on him. Especially since it was his fault. And Venseth’s, but it was harder to make her dragon miserable than it was her lover.
Indivara smiled when Mulrissa took some of her load for her, and took the cups out from under her arm, passing one to T’ryn who had an amusing expression on his face, she set the other two down by the platter Mulrissa had found a steady perch for. Leaving the pair to sort out breakfast, Indivara made her way around the clutch, waving vaguely at Bedith and Syrendryth without giving them too much attention; Indivara was hardly afraid of adult dragons, it was the bastard babies without mates that honestly frightened her. Not that she was going to let anyone but a very select few know that fear still existed. It was, after all, hard to get over being mauled half to death by a baby!
After wandering through the clutch, mumbling to herself and examining the gold egg appreciatively, Indivara made her way back to the other two humans, and lowered herself onto the blanket Mulrissa had set out like a picnic. She might be short, but Indivara was still convinced the ground was a bloody long way down, as she finally settled herself and folded her legs out of the way. She’d probably have to get one of them to help her back up, what with the issues she was having with her balance at the best of times – trying to find her feet again on squishy sand was not going to happen.
“You guys did well.” She said, picking up some fruit and eating it without embarrassment before taking some more. “Or your dragons did, anyway.” She snorted, and shot a teasing look at T’ryn, cheerfully attempting to make him squirm. Maybe Mulrissa too, but she seemed like she had her head on straight and wouldn’t be too affected by teasing about sex, especially dragon induced intercourse… even if her partner was practically her son. Indivara turned her wicked smirk on Mulrissa, then back to the platter of food. “Forty-one is a nice count. Going to be a big candidate group!” With a preference for three-plus candidates per egg for the non-gold, they were going to end up with half a city in the Weyr. Add on the count for the girls trying for gold and Indivara would be surprised if they had less than one-fifty hopefuls on the Sands.
“I am going to make them all absolutely miserable. Give Val a break.” And she laughed cheerfully.
Unlike her pregnancy with Varlea, which had made Indivara ridiculously sick and miserable for the entire term, she’d found this one to be a delight in comparison. Granted, she was still fat, sleeping was starting to become difficult, and her feet were beginning to swell (though she honestly couldn’t see them) and she was still having dizzyspells and fainting episodes. But for the most part, she was content and happily chugging along. Having Val around to torment every day was a big bonus, and Indivara was sure if she didn’t have her mate to tease and snap at, she’d probably be a lot more miserable on the whole. He was such a good boy, taking all the abuse she dished out on him. Especially since it was his fault. And Venseth’s, but it was harder to make her dragon miserable than it was her lover.
Indivara smiled when Mulrissa took some of her load for her, and took the cups out from under her arm, passing one to T’ryn who had an amusing expression on his face, she set the other two down by the platter Mulrissa had found a steady perch for. Leaving the pair to sort out breakfast, Indivara made her way around the clutch, waving vaguely at Bedith and Syrendryth without giving them too much attention; Indivara was hardly afraid of adult dragons, it was the bastard babies without mates that honestly frightened her. Not that she was going to let anyone but a very select few know that fear still existed. It was, after all, hard to get over being mauled half to death by a baby!
After wandering through the clutch, mumbling to herself and examining the gold egg appreciatively, Indivara made her way back to the other two humans, and lowered herself onto the blanket Mulrissa had set out like a picnic. She might be short, but Indivara was still convinced the ground was a bloody long way down, as she finally settled herself and folded her legs out of the way. She’d probably have to get one of them to help her back up, what with the issues she was having with her balance at the best of times – trying to find her feet again on squishy sand was not going to happen.
“You guys did well.” She said, picking up some fruit and eating it without embarrassment before taking some more. “Or your dragons did, anyway.” She snorted, and shot a teasing look at T’ryn, cheerfully attempting to make him squirm. Maybe Mulrissa too, but she seemed like she had her head on straight and wouldn’t be too affected by teasing about sex, especially dragon induced intercourse… even if her partner was practically her son. Indivara turned her wicked smirk on Mulrissa, then back to the platter of food. “Forty-one is a nice count. Going to be a big candidate group!” With a preference for three-plus candidates per egg for the non-gold, they were going to end up with half a city in the Weyr. Add on the count for the girls trying for gold and Indivara would be surprised if they had less than one-fifty hopefuls on the Sands.
“I am going to make them all absolutely miserable. Give Val a break.” And she laughed cheerfully.
