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19.Sep.13, 01:55 AM
Indivara pursed her lips slightly, but with the subject of her daughter dropped so effectively - by herself, no less - there was little reason to remain snippy with elder weyrbrat before her. He put up with her and her moods remarkably well; he had put up with her for months stomping in at odd hours (even if they were, really, normal hours) and opening windows or closing curtains or pushing his lazy arse out of bed, and sometimes directing it back when he had clearly been drinking too much. It didn't help the rumours that were buzzing around the circle of weyrbrats about them, but Indivara had always been prone to hitting people that spoke about her too loudly around her. It didn't stop them talking when she wasn't there, though.
The girl was the first to look away after Ryvian spoke, her expression relaxing only long enough to emphasise the re-pursing of lips and the irritible huff she gave a moment later. When her gaze lifted, her eyes were hard as she glared at him, expression clearly irritated. The problem with Ryvian being so good to her - and Indivara knew he was, when he put up with her stomping and her hitting and her screaming at him, and especially putting up wtih ehr when she blamed him for hte world not doing what she wanted it to, when she wanted it to, how she wanted it to as if it were all his fault - was that sometimes it had the effect of making her feel guilty, and guilt was an emotion that Indivara automatically channeled straight into heated outrage. How dare he make her feel guilty for something? For anything?
Blue eyes flashed angrily, and Indivara leaned forward slightly, glaring into Ryvian's lackluster expression with tightly pursed lips, almost not breathing as she stared at him for several moments. "And?!" It was almost barked, a heated demand for a true answer from the young man. What did he plan to do about Krypth clutching? Was he going to man up and Stand like she knew he really wanted to (even though he would deny it, naturally!) or was he going to be a child and run in fear of not being found worthy by 'yet another' dragonet? Did he think that his dragon would find him if he was moping in his bed? What if he was so busy moping in his bed, a dragonet lost itself between or died on the sands, alone and feeling unwanted, because he was too selfish to be there to greet it?
Ever an open book to those who knew her, every thought was clearly visible, even if no more words made it past the girl's lips.
The girl was the first to look away after Ryvian spoke, her expression relaxing only long enough to emphasise the re-pursing of lips and the irritible huff she gave a moment later. When her gaze lifted, her eyes were hard as she glared at him, expression clearly irritated. The problem with Ryvian being so good to her - and Indivara knew he was, when he put up with her stomping and her hitting and her screaming at him, and especially putting up wtih ehr when she blamed him for hte world not doing what she wanted it to, when she wanted it to, how she wanted it to as if it were all his fault - was that sometimes it had the effect of making her feel guilty, and guilt was an emotion that Indivara automatically channeled straight into heated outrage. How dare he make her feel guilty for something? For anything?
Blue eyes flashed angrily, and Indivara leaned forward slightly, glaring into Ryvian's lackluster expression with tightly pursed lips, almost not breathing as she stared at him for several moments. "And?!" It was almost barked, a heated demand for a true answer from the young man. What did he plan to do about Krypth clutching? Was he going to man up and Stand like she knew he really wanted to (even though he would deny it, naturally!) or was he going to be a child and run in fear of not being found worthy by 'yet another' dragonet? Did he think that his dragon would find him if he was moping in his bed? What if he was so busy moping in his bed, a dragonet lost itself between or died on the sands, alone and feeling unwanted, because he was too selfish to be there to greet it?
Ever an open book to those who knew her, every thought was clearly visible, even if no more words made it past the girl's lips.
