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29.Jan.13, 12:14 PM
Indivara was actually being a good girl, for once, and was quietly minding her own business in her room in her mother’s hut as she did some homework the Harper that was teaching her rag-tag class had concocted. Following Krypth’s latest flight, Indivara was still waiting to see what kind of handle S’kef would have on the Candidates that wanted to Stand – if he would follow the rules D’ren had put into place, or if he would just let them all go wild. While Indivara appreciated the lack of women on the Sands (in her opinion, it boosted her chances!) the girl was not pleased when it was pointed out that she was a childless Candidate.
She’d bloody well stay that way, too, if she had any say in it. Children were not on Indivara’s list of ‘to do’ and she did not feel she should have to prove some bullshit claim the Weyr was demanding when she was born and bred in the Faranth forsaken South! Children were for idiot women who had big hips, boobs and an inclination towards tiny humans. Indivara had none of that, and was – “Fuck! Grith!”
Despite the fact that it would do nothing, Indivara slapped her hands over her ears and glared at the wall as if the boisterous green dragon were on the other side of it. Indivara was very pleased that she actually wasn’t. Fuck only knew how much her head would pound if the green were! Groaning, Indivara frowned as the image of Grith’s location slammed into her brain, and Indivara rubbed at the bridge of her nose for a moment before sighing. Fine, the work she was doing was boring as shit anyway! Standing up, Indivara kicked her chair back into place and then laughed when her younger brother appeared in the doorway, offering her a large ball.
“Thanks! Are you coming?” The little boy shook his head, and Indivara ruffled his hair as she left. He was only six, and usually the boy would have been into the game. Indivara would ask him about his lack of interest – oh. He was helping their mother oil her dragon. That said everything then. The woman waved as Indivara jogged out of the hut, her firelizards swirling above her head as the girl made her way easily to where Grith was waiting. Judging by the added arriving children of various ages, she wasn’t the only one that had decided playing ball with a dragon was far more entertaining than sitting around at home doing Harper chores.
“Sup, Grith!” Indivara called a greeting, the girl holding the ball above her head and waved it from side to side. “Look what I got!” Bursting into laughter, Indivara brought the ball down, dropping it in time to kick it as it fell, sending the ball shooting toward the dragon in a high arc. “Catch!” Sometimes, it was fun to play silly games. Indivara, grinning, waved cheerfully to her once-babysitter and ran with the group of children to glomp the green dragon intent on the ball Indivara had just kicked.
“Hello Shanith!” Indivara had a great head for dragons, knowing the entire Weyr’s population by sight (and voice, in the case of the more talkative or – as in Grith’s case – loud) and the girl bounced over to R’ana, taking the ball with a grin. “She can’t be worse with a ball than Grith!” If the girl had any qualms about dragon spit, there was no sign of it as she threw the ball to a younger kid, cackling when it hit the child behind them in the back of the head when the catch failed.
She’d bloody well stay that way, too, if she had any say in it. Children were not on Indivara’s list of ‘to do’ and she did not feel she should have to prove some bullshit claim the Weyr was demanding when she was born and bred in the Faranth forsaken South! Children were for idiot women who had big hips, boobs and an inclination towards tiny humans. Indivara had none of that, and was – “Fuck! Grith!”
Despite the fact that it would do nothing, Indivara slapped her hands over her ears and glared at the wall as if the boisterous green dragon were on the other side of it. Indivara was very pleased that she actually wasn’t. Fuck only knew how much her head would pound if the green were! Groaning, Indivara frowned as the image of Grith’s location slammed into her brain, and Indivara rubbed at the bridge of her nose for a moment before sighing. Fine, the work she was doing was boring as shit anyway! Standing up, Indivara kicked her chair back into place and then laughed when her younger brother appeared in the doorway, offering her a large ball.
“Thanks! Are you coming?” The little boy shook his head, and Indivara ruffled his hair as she left. He was only six, and usually the boy would have been into the game. Indivara would ask him about his lack of interest – oh. He was helping their mother oil her dragon. That said everything then. The woman waved as Indivara jogged out of the hut, her firelizards swirling above her head as the girl made her way easily to where Grith was waiting. Judging by the added arriving children of various ages, she wasn’t the only one that had decided playing ball with a dragon was far more entertaining than sitting around at home doing Harper chores.
“Sup, Grith!” Indivara called a greeting, the girl holding the ball above her head and waved it from side to side. “Look what I got!” Bursting into laughter, Indivara brought the ball down, dropping it in time to kick it as it fell, sending the ball shooting toward the dragon in a high arc. “Catch!” Sometimes, it was fun to play silly games. Indivara, grinning, waved cheerfully to her once-babysitter and ran with the group of children to glomp the green dragon intent on the ball Indivara had just kicked.
“Hello Shanith!” Indivara had a great head for dragons, knowing the entire Weyr’s population by sight (and voice, in the case of the more talkative or – as in Grith’s case – loud) and the girl bounced over to R’ana, taking the ball with a grin. “She can’t be worse with a ball than Grith!” If the girl had any qualms about dragon spit, there was no sign of it as she threw the ball to a younger kid, cackling when it hit the child behind them in the back of the head when the catch failed.
