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22.Sep.13, 11:34 PM
She hadn't expected him to chase her, she hadn't expected to run! She was Indivara, and she didn't run from anything - and yet, there she was, one trembling hand resting on the door handle while the other arm's wrist was held by Ryvian. Indivara's head dropped, her chin tucked under and her shoulders slumped. She had no idea how to answer the questions she was sure to be drowning in in a moment, and her mind was working over time to come up with reasons, answers, exuses - anything! - but preferably something she could see as being true. Nothing came to her, but neither did the questions she had expected.
Eyebrows knitting into a frown, Indivara turned slightly to peer up at Ryvian over her shoulder, not quite willing to release the handle she had gripped tightly in her fingers. She wasn't qite sure she wouldn't need the escape, and it made her feel better to leave her hand there. So she did. "Really?" The girl tone was incredulous, as even with her teasing Indivara hadn't actually believed Ryvian was quite so dense as to take to washing his own clothes, instead of figuring that - like everything else! - there were those rationed to do it as chores. Sure, some people still felt hte need to do their own clothing, but this was Ryvian and Indivara knew he'd come up with about a million and one things to do before rendering himself to washing his clothes. An opinion that was clearly backed up by the pile sitting in his bedroom.
Indivara's nose crinkled. "You wash your underwear in my favourite spot for swimming?" Since her friend was clearly prepared for her to hit him, Indivara swung her foot out and kicked him in the shin, likely doing more damage to her toes in the process than she would Ryvian's leg, since the shoes she was wearing were particularly feminine little slippers, and had very little in the way of functional use. Indivara unabashedly preferred the heavier making of dragonrider boots, but Kerrin had just about had a heart attack when she'd walked out with those on with the dress. When she'd shrugged at him and said she liked the look, she'd been tackled and forcibly had her shoes exchanged. Kerrin might have a black eye for tickling her toes, but he was at least happy she was wearing the right shoes now. Indivara was going to black the young greenrider's other eye if her toe was broken from Ryvian's stupid shin.
Taking her wrist back almost gingerly, Indivara let go of the door handle, fingers moving to play lightly over the spot Ryvian had been holding. He hadn't hurt her, she'd barely even realised he was still gripping her, but the chances of bruises blooming was likely. She bruised easily, and frequently, and almost always as a result of something stupid she'd done - like falling out of trees, or getting into fights. Glancing up at Ryvian, the sly grin took her by surprise and Indivara's eyes narrowed suspiciously. The words he spoke still made her blush, but Indivara managed to fall more into the expected area as she gave the young man a haughty look and tilted her chin arrogantly. "I always smell wonderful." She wasn't going to touch the comment about her appearance with a fifty foot dragon, but she could play with smells without getting too upset! Her eyebrow arched smugly. "Unlike some," and her lips twitched, though the smile didn't quite make it out in full force.
Eyebrows knitting into a frown, Indivara turned slightly to peer up at Ryvian over her shoulder, not quite willing to release the handle she had gripped tightly in her fingers. She wasn't qite sure she wouldn't need the escape, and it made her feel better to leave her hand there. So she did. "Really?" The girl tone was incredulous, as even with her teasing Indivara hadn't actually believed Ryvian was quite so dense as to take to washing his own clothes, instead of figuring that - like everything else! - there were those rationed to do it as chores. Sure, some people still felt hte need to do their own clothing, but this was Ryvian and Indivara knew he'd come up with about a million and one things to do before rendering himself to washing his clothes. An opinion that was clearly backed up by the pile sitting in his bedroom.
Indivara's nose crinkled. "You wash your underwear in my favourite spot for swimming?" Since her friend was clearly prepared for her to hit him, Indivara swung her foot out and kicked him in the shin, likely doing more damage to her toes in the process than she would Ryvian's leg, since the shoes she was wearing were particularly feminine little slippers, and had very little in the way of functional use. Indivara unabashedly preferred the heavier making of dragonrider boots, but Kerrin had just about had a heart attack when she'd walked out with those on with the dress. When she'd shrugged at him and said she liked the look, she'd been tackled and forcibly had her shoes exchanged. Kerrin might have a black eye for tickling her toes, but he was at least happy she was wearing the right shoes now. Indivara was going to black the young greenrider's other eye if her toe was broken from Ryvian's stupid shin.
Taking her wrist back almost gingerly, Indivara let go of the door handle, fingers moving to play lightly over the spot Ryvian had been holding. He hadn't hurt her, she'd barely even realised he was still gripping her, but the chances of bruises blooming was likely. She bruised easily, and frequently, and almost always as a result of something stupid she'd done - like falling out of trees, or getting into fights. Glancing up at Ryvian, the sly grin took her by surprise and Indivara's eyes narrowed suspiciously. The words he spoke still made her blush, but Indivara managed to fall more into the expected area as she gave the young man a haughty look and tilted her chin arrogantly. "I always smell wonderful." She wasn't going to touch the comment about her appearance with a fifty foot dragon, but she could play with smells without getting too upset! Her eyebrow arched smugly. "Unlike some," and her lips twitched, though the smile didn't quite make it out in full force.
