24.Jan.13, 02:36 AM
Indivara paused dramatically, giving the underside of Krypth’s head a look of exasperation as she sighed irritably. “My name is Indivara, Krypth. Inn-deee-vaaah-raaaah.” Why was it that no one could say her whole damned name? Honestly! It wasn’t like it was a difficult name! Even Kerrin could spell it, and if that boy could spell it, there was no reason everyone else couldn’t fucking say it properly! Instead, Indivara was home to more nicknames than half the Weyr! If the girl took the time to think about it, she probably would have realised that it was likely because she was so damned insistent that they call her by her full name.
Indivara laughed, rolling her eyes dramatically at Jada and her suggestion, before grumbling with a scowl at the dig about names. What was it with her and names? It was apparently okay to call Indivara by sixteen hundred different names, and now it was going to be okay for her firelizards to be just as name heavy? Indivara scowled distastefully, petting the sleeping baby firelizard with a softness that didn’t match the expression on her face. “Hmph.”
“A craft?” An eyebrow arched up on her grumpy face, and Indivara gave Jada a sceptical look. “I’m too old to be craft trained now.” Indivara almost sounded relieved by that. The girl had no intention of becoming a crafter. Their lives were boring, and filled with too much time in which other people shoved information down their throats with two fisted handfuls and didn’t give you a moment to take a breath. Indivara didn’t particularly like any subject enough to put up with that. Dragonriding would be pushing it, but the dragon would make it worth it.
Indivara laughed, rolling her eyes dramatically at Jada and her suggestion, before grumbling with a scowl at the dig about names. What was it with her and names? It was apparently okay to call Indivara by sixteen hundred different names, and now it was going to be okay for her firelizards to be just as name heavy? Indivara scowled distastefully, petting the sleeping baby firelizard with a softness that didn’t match the expression on her face. “Hmph.”
“A craft?” An eyebrow arched up on her grumpy face, and Indivara gave Jada a sceptical look. “I’m too old to be craft trained now.” Indivara almost sounded relieved by that. The girl had no intention of becoming a crafter. Their lives were boring, and filled with too much time in which other people shoved information down their throats with two fisted handfuls and didn’t give you a moment to take a breath. Indivara didn’t particularly like any subject enough to put up with that. Dragonriding would be pushing it, but the dragon would make it worth it.