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05.Jan.13, 08:48 AM
There were a lot of things that Indivara never expected to happen in the general day to day aspects of her life. For the most part, no one would have contested Indivara when she expressed surprise at an event that took place, which probably shouldn’t have involved her. Generally, they were things that also took other people by surprise, too, and Indivara could generally get a good laugh out of the reactions of others when she told them. That, after all, was the main reason she enjoyed those odd occurrences that were bound to pop up occasionally. After all, if she couldn’t laugh at someone else’s expense, it wasn’t really worth the effort to undergo the event, was it?
Shit Head chittered disagreeably, but Indivara ignored the little firelizard as she went about her task, keen to be done with it and free to enjoy the evening as she so desired. Shit Head very rarely agreed with the thoughts and emotions that often rolled through Indivara, the firelizard being a real stickler for keeping up appearances and all that bullshit. That’s what she should have called her, Bullshit! Shit Head huffed irritably and tightened her tail around Indivara’s neck, making the girl laugh lightly even as Blood Sucker reached over and bat Shit Head over the head with a paw. The two firelizards took to the air, squabbling loudly and Indivara rolled her eyes, as used to the display as she was the two firelizards getting along. Bloody things.
Hearing her name called, but not really recognising the voice, Indivara turned and blinked owlishly up at Rhaedalyn, shaking her head slightly and peering up at her with a suspicious frown. The girl wanted her help? Her expression changed to one of a calculating manner, the girl’s devious mind trying to figure out what track Rhaedalyn was trotting along with that damned enthusiasm of hers, that she’d want Indivara’s help. Figuring she’d find out sooner if she stopped eyeing the girl off (she was one of those teary girly girls, Indivara was sure of it, though her grape vine knowledge was severely out of date) and instead a cheerful smirk pulled the corner of her lips up.
“Is that so?” She prompted, leaning back against the wall and crossing her arms over her chest as Rhaedalyn came inside the room and closed the door. Eyebrows arched a little in interest, but Indivara’s mischievous smirk didn’t twitch. The pansy princess was up to something, she was sure, and who better to assist than Indivara?
Shit Head chittered disagreeably, but Indivara ignored the little firelizard as she went about her task, keen to be done with it and free to enjoy the evening as she so desired. Shit Head very rarely agreed with the thoughts and emotions that often rolled through Indivara, the firelizard being a real stickler for keeping up appearances and all that bullshit. That’s what she should have called her, Bullshit! Shit Head huffed irritably and tightened her tail around Indivara’s neck, making the girl laugh lightly even as Blood Sucker reached over and bat Shit Head over the head with a paw. The two firelizards took to the air, squabbling loudly and Indivara rolled her eyes, as used to the display as she was the two firelizards getting along. Bloody things.
Hearing her name called, but not really recognising the voice, Indivara turned and blinked owlishly up at Rhaedalyn, shaking her head slightly and peering up at her with a suspicious frown. The girl wanted her help? Her expression changed to one of a calculating manner, the girl’s devious mind trying to figure out what track Rhaedalyn was trotting along with that damned enthusiasm of hers, that she’d want Indivara’s help. Figuring she’d find out sooner if she stopped eyeing the girl off (she was one of those teary girly girls, Indivara was sure of it, though her grape vine knowledge was severely out of date) and instead a cheerful smirk pulled the corner of her lips up.
“Is that so?” She prompted, leaning back against the wall and crossing her arms over her chest as Rhaedalyn came inside the room and closed the door. Eyebrows arched a little in interest, but Indivara’s mischievous smirk didn’t twitch. The pansy princess was up to something, she was sure, and who better to assist than Indivara?
