23.Mar.12, 04:04 AM
Indivara hadn't meant to take so long in getting around to see Jada, she really hadn't, but the past few days had been extreme - to say the least! Never mind Indivara's face being shredded into pieces, that was nothing compared to the shock she'd felt when she had found out the woman who had been one of her teachers, and was quickly becoming a friend, had Impressed to gold. Indivara's nose started to scrunch up, before it pulled at the tender stitches holding the deep cuts together, and she let the expression die down. Frowning was the least of her desired expressions at the moment, but throwing tantrums hurt too much, and she was trying desperately not to become hysterical and angry with the decision the Weyrleaders had reached as a form of punishment for her sneaking out onto the Sands they think she should have been knowledgeable enough to stay off.
Indivara, in reverse, was of the opinion that they should have known better than to keep her out of the Candidate classes in the first place, and her thoughts were spiteful as she slipped into the Weyrling barracks and cast a dark glower in the direction she knew G'rem and his dragon were of a habit of occupying. The girl couldn't see or hear anything, but that didn't really surprise her. It was growing quite late, and the Weyrlings would be crashing. Indivara had no idea if Jada were awake, and was slightly doubtful of it, but she was pretty sure she wouldn't get a chance to see the older girl if she kept waiting for the "proper" moment to arise, like people had been telling her. There were no proper moments when a baby dragon was involved! It was a hit or miss life of sneaking in when you got the chance, and Indivara had finally found a gap in her own busy few days to sneak up and see her friend. Sure she wasn't about to be busted by the Weyrlingmaster, Indivara slipped quietly through the hall.
She had a rough idea of which room was Jada's, and as she approached it quietly, the girl slipped along the side shadows, her feet almost silent as she crept. She was still dressed in the outfit her mother had chosen for her that morning, though it felt like a lifetime ago. Her hair hadn't stayed neat for very long, and was dancing around her tortured face in wisps, most of it had been re-tied back at the base of her neck with a strand of leather, but it rarely did as it was told in any case. When the child finally reached the door she was sure was the right one, Indivara paused for a moment and considered. She could have the wrong room, and she'd rather not alert Jada's class mates to the fact that Indivara was sneaking (once more) around baby dragons when she shouldn't be.
Snorting softly to herself, Indivara carefully twisted the handle and pushed the door open a fraction, sticking her stitched up face in just far enough to peer around the edge of the door. Her blue eyes narrowed as she searched for the form of human or dragon, and could spot neither. "Shards," she whispered, and prepared to duck back out.
Indivara, in reverse, was of the opinion that they should have known better than to keep her out of the Candidate classes in the first place, and her thoughts were spiteful as she slipped into the Weyrling barracks and cast a dark glower in the direction she knew G'rem and his dragon were of a habit of occupying. The girl couldn't see or hear anything, but that didn't really surprise her. It was growing quite late, and the Weyrlings would be crashing. Indivara had no idea if Jada were awake, and was slightly doubtful of it, but she was pretty sure she wouldn't get a chance to see the older girl if she kept waiting for the "proper" moment to arise, like people had been telling her. There were no proper moments when a baby dragon was involved! It was a hit or miss life of sneaking in when you got the chance, and Indivara had finally found a gap in her own busy few days to sneak up and see her friend. Sure she wasn't about to be busted by the Weyrlingmaster, Indivara slipped quietly through the hall.
She had a rough idea of which room was Jada's, and as she approached it quietly, the girl slipped along the side shadows, her feet almost silent as she crept. She was still dressed in the outfit her mother had chosen for her that morning, though it felt like a lifetime ago. Her hair hadn't stayed neat for very long, and was dancing around her tortured face in wisps, most of it had been re-tied back at the base of her neck with a strand of leather, but it rarely did as it was told in any case. When the child finally reached the door she was sure was the right one, Indivara paused for a moment and considered. She could have the wrong room, and she'd rather not alert Jada's class mates to the fact that Indivara was sneaking (once more) around baby dragons when she shouldn't be.
Snorting softly to herself, Indivara carefully twisted the handle and pushed the door open a fraction, sticking her stitched up face in just far enough to peer around the edge of the door. Her blue eyes narrowed as she searched for the form of human or dragon, and could spot neither. "Shards," she whispered, and prepared to duck back out.