21.Aug.13, 09:26 PM
Indivara’s general mood had, surprisingly, been improving as the months slowly toddled along. Her baby now almost four months old, and well on the way to being weaned despite the various midwives desire for her to keep the infant for longer, Indivara was quite prepared to dump the child on Jada and be done with it, and had been anticipating Jada actually wanting the dratted little brat. Of course, no one had actually expected Jada to finally fall pregnant, and the way the girl seemed to totally forget about her desire to take on Indivara’s baby was not missed by the younger girl, who ruffled worse than a cornered wher.
A particularly spectacular screaming match had ensured, mostly with Indivara being the screamer and Jada being the silent starrer, until Indivara had kicked her friend in the shin and stormed off the Hatching sands caught somewhere between puffing with outrage and crying in frustration. She’d been so close – so close – to finally getting rid of the little imp officially, and now Jada was so wrapped up in her own impending morning sickness she was too busy for the child. It was disgusting and Indivara was furious!
The stalking furious walk Indivara took part in to cross the Weyr grounds until she reached her friend’s hut was scary enough that most people gave her a wide space, and Indivara slammed into the door of Ryvian’s hut with a harsh shouldering, kicking the base at the same time she twisted the handle so she could storm in, flinging the door shut behind her with as much power as she could, hearing it slam but not paying it much mind. “Ry!” the demanding shout came out hoarse and more whispery than shouted and Indivara scowled, expression many levels of furious as she stalked through the hut and then barged into the bedroom without a single care as to if he might have company or not.
“The stupid fucking whore is pregnant!”
A particularly spectacular screaming match had ensured, mostly with Indivara being the screamer and Jada being the silent starrer, until Indivara had kicked her friend in the shin and stormed off the Hatching sands caught somewhere between puffing with outrage and crying in frustration. She’d been so close – so close – to finally getting rid of the little imp officially, and now Jada was so wrapped up in her own impending morning sickness she was too busy for the child. It was disgusting and Indivara was furious!
The stalking furious walk Indivara took part in to cross the Weyr grounds until she reached her friend’s hut was scary enough that most people gave her a wide space, and Indivara slammed into the door of Ryvian’s hut with a harsh shouldering, kicking the base at the same time she twisted the handle so she could storm in, flinging the door shut behind her with as much power as she could, hearing it slam but not paying it much mind. “Ry!” the demanding shout came out hoarse and more whispery than shouted and Indivara scowled, expression many levels of furious as she stalked through the hut and then barged into the bedroom without a single care as to if he might have company or not.
“The stupid fucking whore is pregnant!”