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08.Nov.12, 09:16 AM
Indivara wasn't overly fond of the beach; that was to be expected after one was almost drowned by Larrikith. But Indivara had also been a sickly child that spent a lot of her time needing a solid dose of healer administration, bed-rest and warm clothing, despite the heat of the Southern sun. Swimming had not been on the list of to-do's for the child, or for her mother. Catching a chill for Indivara could have been far more life threatening than it would have been for any other child. Indivara blamed her illness for her extreme lack of height, though it was not something she went out of her way to remind people about; being sick was a weakness and Indivara didn't do weakness.
Beach trips were rare for Indivara, to lake, river or elsewhere, though she spent a lot of time in the warmth of the bathing houses. The beach was cold, and sandy and miserable in comparison to the clean, tidy warmth of the Houses; she didn't like sand on her feet or between her toes when she was meant to be clean. She didn't really like the cool water when bathing was meant to be warm. It also brought back bad memories from before Katila, and Indivara disliked them enough to avoid the triggers that caused remembrance. Warm days and sunny sand weren't really on her to-do list, even at the best of times.
Indivara raised an eyebrow, looking at R'nd in mild amusement as he 'lectured' her, rolling her eyes at him disrespectfully and returning her attention back to the moat she was digging. Indivara was an intelligent girl, and as R'nd suspected, she was well aware of the dangers that came from not taking a life involved with or around dragons seriously; it was written across her face in blatant scarring. Additionally, she'd had to fight tooth an nail to be granted the right to Stand for the clutch she was currently enrolled in; she sure as fuck wasn't going to go out of her way to screw that up. If she didn't Impress this time, she was pretty sure D'ren would refuse her right to stand until she popped out a baby. And that, that just was not happening. Indivara wasn't sure if he knew how many trips between she'd taken to be sure she never got pregnant, but she was also pretty sure the Weyrleader would be the only person to frown at her decision.
No one that knew Indivara, wanted her to reproduce. Especially not Indivara herself. Children were not on her to do list. Not for a long, long, long time. Probably not ever. D'ren's stupid demands weren't going to change that, not if she had her way, and if sneaking onto the Sands every time was how she had to go about Impressing - than fuck Faranth sideways, that's what she'd do! He could try and stop her - undoubtedly, he would - but Indivara had grown up in Katila Weyr and while he had been shuffling papers and being all Weyrleader-y, she'd been learning every damned nook and hidey hole the Weyr had to offer. Hiding from the dragons wouldn't be nearly so easy (especially if Grith took to the search) But Indivara would have her dragon. Damn it all - her bronze dragon.
Indivara laughed, watching as R'nd took to building the walls of the castle. "If they are wherries..." Oh, but that would be so amusing. Some of the more impressionable Candidates were strutting around like they just won the dragonet lottery, their little eggs in pots and their chests puffed out like they were the Lord of the Hold. Seeing their precious 'firelizard' eggs hatch into wherries would be just beautiful. "I hope they are." her smirk was pure devious delight at the idea.
Beach trips were rare for Indivara, to lake, river or elsewhere, though she spent a lot of time in the warmth of the bathing houses. The beach was cold, and sandy and miserable in comparison to the clean, tidy warmth of the Houses; she didn't like sand on her feet or between her toes when she was meant to be clean. She didn't really like the cool water when bathing was meant to be warm. It also brought back bad memories from before Katila, and Indivara disliked them enough to avoid the triggers that caused remembrance. Warm days and sunny sand weren't really on her to-do list, even at the best of times.
Indivara raised an eyebrow, looking at R'nd in mild amusement as he 'lectured' her, rolling her eyes at him disrespectfully and returning her attention back to the moat she was digging. Indivara was an intelligent girl, and as R'nd suspected, she was well aware of the dangers that came from not taking a life involved with or around dragons seriously; it was written across her face in blatant scarring. Additionally, she'd had to fight tooth an nail to be granted the right to Stand for the clutch she was currently enrolled in; she sure as fuck wasn't going to go out of her way to screw that up. If she didn't Impress this time, she was pretty sure D'ren would refuse her right to stand until she popped out a baby. And that, that just was not happening. Indivara wasn't sure if he knew how many trips between she'd taken to be sure she never got pregnant, but she was also pretty sure the Weyrleader would be the only person to frown at her decision.
No one that knew Indivara, wanted her to reproduce. Especially not Indivara herself. Children were not on her to do list. Not for a long, long, long time. Probably not ever. D'ren's stupid demands weren't going to change that, not if she had her way, and if sneaking onto the Sands every time was how she had to go about Impressing - than fuck Faranth sideways, that's what she'd do! He could try and stop her - undoubtedly, he would - but Indivara had grown up in Katila Weyr and while he had been shuffling papers and being all Weyrleader-y, she'd been learning every damned nook and hidey hole the Weyr had to offer. Hiding from the dragons wouldn't be nearly so easy (especially if Grith took to the search) But Indivara would have her dragon. Damn it all - her bronze dragon.
Indivara laughed, watching as R'nd took to building the walls of the castle. "If they are wherries..." Oh, but that would be so amusing. Some of the more impressionable Candidates were strutting around like they just won the dragonet lottery, their little eggs in pots and their chests puffed out like they were the Lord of the Hold. Seeing their precious 'firelizard' eggs hatch into wherries would be just beautiful. "I hope they are." her smirk was pure devious delight at the idea.
