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23.Mar.12, 10:11 AM
She should turn around and lash out, she should scream and punch and kick and rip through the Weyr like a miniature storm of wild fury. It's was was expected of her, after all. Indivara was known to be a wild card by those that knew her, and even by some few that didn't. She was intelligent, and disciplined, but she was also pig headed and obnoxious and determined to get what she wanted, when she wanted it. Like the weyrbred standing beside her, Indivara had been convinced there was a dragonet in that clutch for her, and that despite everything, she would walk away with one of her own. To discover that she was not only denied a dragonet, but also required to live with that rejection scared upon her face for the remainder of her life...
The girl's lower lip trembled, the motion uncontrollable despite the pain it elicted in the stitching that held her lip in one piece after Hoth's sharp little claws had halved it and its partner those few nights ago. She'd had nightmares each night since; woken up from her faint mid-scream to jerk into the Masterhealer's arms with fear and horror, unable to control herself or her reaction. The scene was burned into her memories with an intensity Indivara hadn't been aware memories were capable of containing. Her mother had told her it would fade given time, when Indivara had woken up the little household with a horrified shriek in the middle of the previous night. Indivara wasn't so sure but she wasn't willing to confide such a horror to her mother, unwilling to talk about how she feared not any dragon or dragonet - not even the bronze that had sliced her up so terribly - and yet, would wake screaming in fear and doused in sweat in the middle of the night when she relived the situation.
She couldn't be afraid. Dragonets didn't Impress the fearful or the pitiful, they left them standing clutch after clutch to watch years worth of friends grow and bond and join a life that would never be theirs. Indivara was not afraid of dragons! The girl's spine straightened, and her lip quieted its twitching for a moment as she took a deep breath in through her nose, her entire body expanding with it. She held it, before releasing the breath in a deep sigh a moment later, blue eyes softening for a moment as she felt a smile flicker as humourlessly as Kerrin's laugh had been at his response. Fingers flexed, preparing to offer her hand to take the thrown brush back, when Kerrin appeared behind her, and took control of her hair.
The younger weyrbrat froze, her poster stiffening as huge blue eyes stared at Kerrin in the mirror. The odd action from her long time friend floored the girl, and in her shock, she was unable to form a reaction. Her eyes narrowed irritably as the amber eyed boy continued his careful handling of hair. After a moment more, Indivara tilted her chin up slightly in an arrogant manner, her eyes hard as she stared at him through their reflections. She had, apparently, decided to let him finish what he had started, though the decidedly dangerous expression on her face made it known she would kick him in the shins if he said one smart thing. "Can you braid?" She demanded, her voice whispery, though she faltered audibly on the final word, the combination of sounds requiring more manipulation than the stitchery on her lips would allow for.
The girl's lower lip trembled, the motion uncontrollable despite the pain it elicted in the stitching that held her lip in one piece after Hoth's sharp little claws had halved it and its partner those few nights ago. She'd had nightmares each night since; woken up from her faint mid-scream to jerk into the Masterhealer's arms with fear and horror, unable to control herself or her reaction. The scene was burned into her memories with an intensity Indivara hadn't been aware memories were capable of containing. Her mother had told her it would fade given time, when Indivara had woken up the little household with a horrified shriek in the middle of the previous night. Indivara wasn't so sure but she wasn't willing to confide such a horror to her mother, unwilling to talk about how she feared not any dragon or dragonet - not even the bronze that had sliced her up so terribly - and yet, would wake screaming in fear and doused in sweat in the middle of the night when she relived the situation.
She couldn't be afraid. Dragonets didn't Impress the fearful or the pitiful, they left them standing clutch after clutch to watch years worth of friends grow and bond and join a life that would never be theirs. Indivara was not afraid of dragons! The girl's spine straightened, and her lip quieted its twitching for a moment as she took a deep breath in through her nose, her entire body expanding with it. She held it, before releasing the breath in a deep sigh a moment later, blue eyes softening for a moment as she felt a smile flicker as humourlessly as Kerrin's laugh had been at his response. Fingers flexed, preparing to offer her hand to take the thrown brush back, when Kerrin appeared behind her, and took control of her hair.
The younger weyrbrat froze, her poster stiffening as huge blue eyes stared at Kerrin in the mirror. The odd action from her long time friend floored the girl, and in her shock, she was unable to form a reaction. Her eyes narrowed irritably as the amber eyed boy continued his careful handling of hair. After a moment more, Indivara tilted her chin up slightly in an arrogant manner, her eyes hard as she stared at him through their reflections. She had, apparently, decided to let him finish what he had started, though the decidedly dangerous expression on her face made it known she would kick him in the shins if he said one smart thing. "Can you braid?" She demanded, her voice whispery, though she faltered audibly on the final word, the combination of sounds requiring more manipulation than the stitchery on her lips would allow for.
