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29.Jan.13, 12:26 PM
Indivara rolled her eyes dramatically at Krypth, but did as she was asked, fingers freeing from her little firelizard to scratch enthusiastically at the underside of the gold dragons jaw, blue eyes bright with amusement at the silly dragon. “You’re such a wherry, Krypth.” Amusement and affection warred for first place in her voice, and Indivara didn’t stop scratching happily at the dragon until the effort of holding her arms up was too much, and they flopped back to her sides, the girl shifting her seat slightly.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Indivara purred sweetly, batting her eye lashes. “Shit is not my preferred embellishment.” No, that went to far filthier and far more insulting words, whatever Indivara could grab off the top of her head, and most of them generally aimed at Valerian. That boy really knew how to push her buttons! The rest of the time she swore with a casualness that was namely seen among some of the feistier greenriders though it was clearly a habit she’d picked up from her chosen male company and the blueriders she so regularly slept with for the past Turn or two… at least when there was a green in the sky. Indivara seemed to keep mostly to herself when there wasn’t a dragon to get blues drunk on lust.
“I do plenty in my spare time,” Indivara countered. She enjoyed flight mothing; it made her feel special in a twisted way that she didn’t pick up on the rest of the time, and safe. They were drunk on lust and rarely remembered much of anything once they’d put their clothes back on. Not like she knew they could be when they were sober. It was why she refused to sleep with her friends, though she played coy and lead them on gleefully. It was good, for someone to poke holes in their damned egos occasionally!
“I have enough with the compulsory Harper classes and Candidate crap, when I can convince the bastards to let me Stand.” Indivara couldn’t remember how she’d managed to get permission to Stand for this latest clutch of Krypth’s, but she was pretty sure the young woman before her and the dragon using her as a chin rest likely had something to do with it. Even D’ren could only put up with sulking, whining and eyelash batting for so long, and Indivara was pretty sure Jada was good at all three when she wanted to be.
“I better fucking Impress. I want my bloody dragon.”
Blood Sucker chirped.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Indivara purred sweetly, batting her eye lashes. “Shit is not my preferred embellishment.” No, that went to far filthier and far more insulting words, whatever Indivara could grab off the top of her head, and most of them generally aimed at Valerian. That boy really knew how to push her buttons! The rest of the time she swore with a casualness that was namely seen among some of the feistier greenriders though it was clearly a habit she’d picked up from her chosen male company and the blueriders she so regularly slept with for the past Turn or two… at least when there was a green in the sky. Indivara seemed to keep mostly to herself when there wasn’t a dragon to get blues drunk on lust.
“I do plenty in my spare time,” Indivara countered. She enjoyed flight mothing; it made her feel special in a twisted way that she didn’t pick up on the rest of the time, and safe. They were drunk on lust and rarely remembered much of anything once they’d put their clothes back on. Not like she knew they could be when they were sober. It was why she refused to sleep with her friends, though she played coy and lead them on gleefully. It was good, for someone to poke holes in their damned egos occasionally!
“I have enough with the compulsory Harper classes and Candidate crap, when I can convince the bastards to let me Stand.” Indivara couldn’t remember how she’d managed to get permission to Stand for this latest clutch of Krypth’s, but she was pretty sure the young woman before her and the dragon using her as a chin rest likely had something to do with it. Even D’ren could only put up with sulking, whining and eyelash batting for so long, and Indivara was pretty sure Jada was good at all three when she wanted to be.
“I better fucking Impress. I want my bloody dragon.”
Blood Sucker chirped.
