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15.Mar.13, 08:05 AM
Indivara lifted a hand, flicking Ryvian the bird when he turned to look back at her with a slap to the arse, the girl jerking her wrist sharply to twist her finger; sit on this and rotate – of course, knowing what a slut Ryvian could be, Indivara wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to take her up on it. Later, he’d make smart remarks, and she’d laugh them off and roll her eyes; for now she could see he was focused on the eggs, and that made her skin crawl with irritation, solely because she was denied the chance to pet their shells. No matter how many reasons she invented about how she didn’t care, Indivara cared – and she cared deeply – and if she weren’t feeling so crappy, a tantrum would have been thrown. As it was, the only thing Indivara felt like throwing were her stomach’s contents… Preferably at Ryvian.
The irritable glare Indivara was feeding to Ryvian’s back was interrupted by someone talking to her – someone that was distinctly not Jada or Krypth or any of the prissy bitches in dresses that were surrounding her. Icy blue eyes shifted to stare at Isscer from her seat on Krypth’s left leg, and an eyebrow arched slightly at him; maybe she’d throw up on him. Stupid Northerners didn’t know shit… and he’d probably look better with a coating of stomach acid.
“My bronze isn’t there,” Indivara stated frankly, ignoring the dig about her appearance as she made a very good job of looking down her nose at the young man, despite having to look up at him. “Krypth doesn’t think a bronze is worthy of me, and refuses to clutch me one.” The word ‘clutch’ was emphasised by a harsh elbow to Krypth’s chest; the gold dragon just puffed out a laugh and moved her leg, threatening to unseat Indivara. “So there really isn’t any point.”
The girl sniffed dismissively; while she certainly wasn’t about to risk Impressing a green by attending every clutch Krypth laid (her current explanation for not putting up a fight about Standing this round), Indivara would have been hard pressed to walk across the Hatching grounds at that moment without leaving a trail of sick in her wake. She’d been meaning to go and see Talian – but the times she felt well enough to seek him out, he’d been busy with his dragon or Indivara had ended up otherwise occupied. She’d get around to visiting him eventually. For now, she was still managing to eat, drink and walk around, so it was no big deal. The girl was more interested in hiding another bought of sickness from her mother, who was particularly antsy when her daughter’s health was involved and was liable to end up chaining her to a bed in the healer hall.
From her perch on Indivara’s shoulder, Psh stood up, leaning forward and crooning softly at Isscer questioningly, her head tilted to one side as she peered up at him. Indivara rolled her eyes, but smirked when Blood Sucker rose up the bat Psh around the nose with a paw, sending the gold reeling back to wrap sulkily around Indivara’s neck, making a soft mewing sound of distress. Visibly, Indivara ignored the actions of the two firelizards, though her subtle smirk remained. Psh rubbed her head against the side of Indivara’s head, just below her ear, while Blood Sucker curled up placidly once more, though he glared at Isscer as irritably as Indivara.
“Not touching any more?” It was a snide question, an eyebrow arching, the expression twisting the scarred marks across her face. “Affeared of de widdle eggiez?”
The irritable glare Indivara was feeding to Ryvian’s back was interrupted by someone talking to her – someone that was distinctly not Jada or Krypth or any of the prissy bitches in dresses that were surrounding her. Icy blue eyes shifted to stare at Isscer from her seat on Krypth’s left leg, and an eyebrow arched slightly at him; maybe she’d throw up on him. Stupid Northerners didn’t know shit… and he’d probably look better with a coating of stomach acid.
“My bronze isn’t there,” Indivara stated frankly, ignoring the dig about her appearance as she made a very good job of looking down her nose at the young man, despite having to look up at him. “Krypth doesn’t think a bronze is worthy of me, and refuses to clutch me one.” The word ‘clutch’ was emphasised by a harsh elbow to Krypth’s chest; the gold dragon just puffed out a laugh and moved her leg, threatening to unseat Indivara. “So there really isn’t any point.”
The girl sniffed dismissively; while she certainly wasn’t about to risk Impressing a green by attending every clutch Krypth laid (her current explanation for not putting up a fight about Standing this round), Indivara would have been hard pressed to walk across the Hatching grounds at that moment without leaving a trail of sick in her wake. She’d been meaning to go and see Talian – but the times she felt well enough to seek him out, he’d been busy with his dragon or Indivara had ended up otherwise occupied. She’d get around to visiting him eventually. For now, she was still managing to eat, drink and walk around, so it was no big deal. The girl was more interested in hiding another bought of sickness from her mother, who was particularly antsy when her daughter’s health was involved and was liable to end up chaining her to a bed in the healer hall.
From her perch on Indivara’s shoulder, Psh stood up, leaning forward and crooning softly at Isscer questioningly, her head tilted to one side as she peered up at him. Indivara rolled her eyes, but smirked when Blood Sucker rose up the bat Psh around the nose with a paw, sending the gold reeling back to wrap sulkily around Indivara’s neck, making a soft mewing sound of distress. Visibly, Indivara ignored the actions of the two firelizards, though her subtle smirk remained. Psh rubbed her head against the side of Indivara’s head, just below her ear, while Blood Sucker curled up placidly once more, though he glared at Isscer as irritably as Indivara.
“Not touching any more?” It was a snide question, an eyebrow arching, the expression twisting the scarred marks across her face. “Affeared of de widdle eggiez?”
