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22.Jan.13, 08:42 AM
Oh, for fuck sake… The silly little bitch was crying. Indivara groaned, one small hand rising to pinch the bridge of her nose as she waited for Rhaedalyn to start wailing and bemoaning the horrors of her lie and all that junk. The soft words surprised Indivara, who had been expecting hysterics, and the girl lowered her hand to frown down at the slumped form of the fuzzy haired candidate (how did she put up with that much hair?! – Indivara ignored her own long strands; at least they were smooth and did as she wanted!). A huffy sigh was released.
“That’s probably because you cry like a baby whenever someone frowns at you.” Her words were harsh, but the tone was disdainful and irritated, the girl scowling down at Rhaedalyn as if daring her to burst into tears and prove Indivara’s point. Indivara was right, she knew she was. Indivara was always right, and the times she wasn’t, it wasn’t worth being right about those things anyway. “You’re pretty.” Indivara stated it as a fact, eyes cold and calculating as she examined Rhaedalyn in a clinical manner.
“Bit skinny,” which was the pot calling the kettle black, though Indivara’s tiny body was made up of wiry muscles that were required for surviving in her chosen male company. “Boobs, hips and a girly face.” A small pause, then, “Too much hair, maybe. Did you ever think of cutting it a bit? A guy would get lost in it!” Indivara wasn’t trying to be mean; it came naturally. But she’d also heard the guys bitching about some line or another. Nice long hair verses too fucking much hair. Indivara was pretty sure Rhaedalyn had too much of the stuff. Indivara’s own hair fell well past her waist, but she had ever been a hypocrite. Besides, they weren’t analysing her ability to get a lay, they were analysing Rhaedalyn’s!
“Yeah, yeah, fine. I can do that.” Indivara frowned again, and then scowled harshly. “Just quit with the fucking tears, woman. No one wants to fuck a waterworks!” Crossing her arms over her chest, Indivara paced absently, fingers of one hand stroking Blood as she did so; her expression a thoughtful frown. There were plenty of men in the Weyr that would be happy to remove a girl’s virginity; many of them put bets on the table about who would score with whom. It was more a question of finding someone that would work for Rhaedalyn.
Well, the girl was obviously a girly girl, and coming from a Hold, probably had all kinds of stupid ideals. They were really something else, those Holder girls! But, it would probably make things a little easier. Maybe? Turning back to Rhaedalyn, Indivara tilted her head thoughtfully, and peered down at the other girl seriously. “Let’s start with what you like.” That was simple enough, right? Even flustered Holder girls had to know what they found dreamy, right? Trying to be a little less threatening, Indivara collapsed on the ground in front of Rhaedalyn to sit cross legged, and waited.
“That’s probably because you cry like a baby whenever someone frowns at you.” Her words were harsh, but the tone was disdainful and irritated, the girl scowling down at Rhaedalyn as if daring her to burst into tears and prove Indivara’s point. Indivara was right, she knew she was. Indivara was always right, and the times she wasn’t, it wasn’t worth being right about those things anyway. “You’re pretty.” Indivara stated it as a fact, eyes cold and calculating as she examined Rhaedalyn in a clinical manner.
“Bit skinny,” which was the pot calling the kettle black, though Indivara’s tiny body was made up of wiry muscles that were required for surviving in her chosen male company. “Boobs, hips and a girly face.” A small pause, then, “Too much hair, maybe. Did you ever think of cutting it a bit? A guy would get lost in it!” Indivara wasn’t trying to be mean; it came naturally. But she’d also heard the guys bitching about some line or another. Nice long hair verses too fucking much hair. Indivara was pretty sure Rhaedalyn had too much of the stuff. Indivara’s own hair fell well past her waist, but she had ever been a hypocrite. Besides, they weren’t analysing her ability to get a lay, they were analysing Rhaedalyn’s!
“Yeah, yeah, fine. I can do that.” Indivara frowned again, and then scowled harshly. “Just quit with the fucking tears, woman. No one wants to fuck a waterworks!” Crossing her arms over her chest, Indivara paced absently, fingers of one hand stroking Blood as she did so; her expression a thoughtful frown. There were plenty of men in the Weyr that would be happy to remove a girl’s virginity; many of them put bets on the table about who would score with whom. It was more a question of finding someone that would work for Rhaedalyn.
Well, the girl was obviously a girly girl, and coming from a Hold, probably had all kinds of stupid ideals. They were really something else, those Holder girls! But, it would probably make things a little easier. Maybe? Turning back to Rhaedalyn, Indivara tilted her head thoughtfully, and peered down at the other girl seriously. “Let’s start with what you like.” That was simple enough, right? Even flustered Holder girls had to know what they found dreamy, right? Trying to be a little less threatening, Indivara collapsed on the ground in front of Rhaedalyn to sit cross legged, and waited.
