31.May.12, 10:51 PM
"You shouldn't speak to people like that, you know." The child's snide voice entered the room long before the girl herself, light blue eyes bright with distaste as she gave the woman lying on the bed a disgruntled glare. The young girl brushed her hands over her hips as she stood in the doorway, dressed almost neatly in a pair of faded cotton pants, though the left knee had been worn through, skin visible through the threadbare section. A simple sleeveless shirt hung over sized on her thin frame, though Indivara seemed completely oblivious to the tacky example she set for Katilan Weyrbred. She never had, and likely never would, give two hoots about what she was wearing. How much of that stemmed from the very ability it gave to piss off Kerrin was unknown, but likely a solid foundation.
The girl watched with disinterest as Jazira coughed up something delightful looking, and Indivara's eyebrows arched a little up her forehead, causing the scarring (which was why she was in the Healing Hall) to twist in an unflattering manner across her features. The lines, where the claws of the bronze hatchling had just missed taking out her eye shifted as she crinkled her nose in distaste. "Lovely," disgust soaked every syllable of the single word. Licking her lips, Indivara slipped neatly into the room and took a seat on the spare bed, still glaring at Jazira in disgust. She had no idea what was wrong with the woman, but was betting it was something not-contagious (she liked to think a Journeywoman would know enough to quarantine herself if she were) but perhaps it might be deadly. Indivara's lips twisted into a devious if tiny smirk.
"What's wrong with you?" Her tone indicated that Indivara actually didn't give two wherries what was wrong with the older girl. Rather, she was simply making small talk to fill the silence. Glaring was fun and all, but sometimes it became tiresome. And Indivara's face was itching, and some of the scars were tight. It made her irritable and snappy. Which wasn't all that unusual, when one thought about it.
[sup]Not Indivara's most amazing entrance. But these two should be entertaining together :D[/sup]
The girl watched with disinterest as Jazira coughed up something delightful looking, and Indivara's eyebrows arched a little up her forehead, causing the scarring (which was why she was in the Healing Hall) to twist in an unflattering manner across her features. The lines, where the claws of the bronze hatchling had just missed taking out her eye shifted as she crinkled her nose in distaste. "Lovely," disgust soaked every syllable of the single word. Licking her lips, Indivara slipped neatly into the room and took a seat on the spare bed, still glaring at Jazira in disgust. She had no idea what was wrong with the woman, but was betting it was something not-contagious (she liked to think a Journeywoman would know enough to quarantine herself if she were) but perhaps it might be deadly. Indivara's lips twisted into a devious if tiny smirk.
"What's wrong with you?" Her tone indicated that Indivara actually didn't give two wherries what was wrong with the older girl. Rather, she was simply making small talk to fill the silence. Glaring was fun and all, but sometimes it became tiresome. And Indivara's face was itching, and some of the scars were tight. It made her irritable and snappy. Which wasn't all that unusual, when one thought about it.
[sup]Not Indivara's most amazing entrance. But these two should be entertaining together :D[/sup]