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24.Aug.13, 05:36 AM
“Finally,” Ryvian supplied the implied word with a voice as he stared at his right thigh. Was that dirt or a bruise? He continued to glance over at Indivara, more to make sure he wasn’t about to have a boot flung at his head for seeming to not pay attention to her ranting. He didn’t see what the issue was, other than Jada obviously forgetting to sneak a trip between after her last flight. That girl should have been pregnant several times over by now with the amount of times her dragon rose and not to mention whatever she got up to on every other night.
Ryvian rubbed at the mark on his leg, licked a finger, and rubbed again. The mark remained and he frowned at what was obviously a bruise. Apparently he had bumped into something recently and he couldn’t recall what it was. Likely a table but it still seemed odd. Finally, his attention was fully on Indivara as he copied her by pulling his legs up and sitting cross-legged, facing her and not at all affected by the glare levelled on him. “Di, what’s the problem? Toss Varlea in the crèche like nearly everyone else does and she’ll be raised by the workers.” Really, what was so hard about coming up with that idea? It seemed like an easy enough fix to him. It actually seemed like the better option in general since Indivara was friends with Jada. “And if Jada raised Varlea, you’d still see her regularly and not actually be getting away from her.”
He had already been a teenager when both of his parents died so the crèche wasn’t the place for him but he recalled many friends without true parents that had been raised by the general population. It was a system that worked and it would continue to do so long after Varlea grew up. Ryvian knew what was truly wrong with his friend though. Indivara was a woman that liked a plan, liked being in control, and knowing what was happening. Jada had destroyed all of that and it threw Indivara off kilter and left her floundering and angry. The anger would fade soon enough like it always did and Ryvian knew he’d have to put up with it for a bit longer, even continue receiving the glares that implied he was all at fault. If it helped out a friend, then he was fine with it.
Ryvian rubbed at the mark on his leg, licked a finger, and rubbed again. The mark remained and he frowned at what was obviously a bruise. Apparently he had bumped into something recently and he couldn’t recall what it was. Likely a table but it still seemed odd. Finally, his attention was fully on Indivara as he copied her by pulling his legs up and sitting cross-legged, facing her and not at all affected by the glare levelled on him. “Di, what’s the problem? Toss Varlea in the crèche like nearly everyone else does and she’ll be raised by the workers.” Really, what was so hard about coming up with that idea? It seemed like an easy enough fix to him. It actually seemed like the better option in general since Indivara was friends with Jada. “And if Jada raised Varlea, you’d still see her regularly and not actually be getting away from her.”
He had already been a teenager when both of his parents died so the crèche wasn’t the place for him but he recalled many friends without true parents that had been raised by the general population. It was a system that worked and it would continue to do so long after Varlea grew up. Ryvian knew what was truly wrong with his friend though. Indivara was a woman that liked a plan, liked being in control, and knowing what was happening. Jada had destroyed all of that and it threw Indivara off kilter and left her floundering and angry. The anger would fade soon enough like it always did and Ryvian knew he’d have to put up with it for a bit longer, even continue receiving the glares that implied he was all at fault. If it helped out a friend, then he was fine with it.
