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30.Dec.17, 05:53 AM
Indivara looked up at the knock on the door. She was leaning against V’ler, reading a manual of sorts that B’jin had put together for her to study, learning some of the ins and outs of what it was Weyrlings could get up to, ask questions about, and of course how she should handle such situations and the answers she should give. Being diplomatic was not something Indivara was naturally very good at, but she was good at being opinionated and obnoxious, and there was nothing quite like telling someone they were wrong, and why they were wrong. She rather looked forward to that part of being a Weyrlingmaster, truth be told. Despite that, Indivara knew she had a long and hard road in front of her; women dragonriders were frowned upon, and she was the only female bluerider, and in many cases, the only one a lot of non-weyr folk had ever seen. There had been more of them, before the Plague, but like many things, that had changed in the past few decades.
“Are you expecting someone?” She asked V’ler, tilting her head back to look up at him with a frown even as she reached out to Venseth to see if he had heard any information about approaching visitors. The blue dragon was sleepy, and uninterested, but she got the feeling he was not informed anyone would be arriving. It was about then that Mulrissa’s greeting came floating through the door, and Indivara scrunched her nose up, giving V’ler a dirty look as if he had planned the whole thing. Slipping out from under the fur the pair of them was wrapped in, Indivara threw it back over V’ler – making sure to get it in his face – and sauntered her way towards the door. The girl was dressed in one of her friend’s shirts, the hem falling easily to her knees, and the sleeves rolled up so they did not fall past her hands. Her long hair was loose and all over the place and rather static-y from the dry weather.
Pulling the door open, Indivara looked up at the much taller woman, a frown drawing her eyebrows down and together. “What do you want?” The fact that the woman had said it wasn’t important had Indivara biting her tongue on telling her to fuck off, in that case, but curiosity was a strong contender, and she wanted to know what the woman wanted with V’ler. The bluerider in question’s voice – “Let her in, Vara,” – interrupted Indivara’s glaring up at Mulrissa, and the girl’s expression darkened, her lips pursing in a flat sneer even as Queenie popped out of between, landed on Indivara’s shoulder, and hissed at Mulrissa. Indivara petted her firelizard, not removing her scowling gaze from the unwanted guest. After a long moment, Indivara stepped back, and swung one arm wide, in a mockery of a welcoming gesture. Then she turned her back on the woman and made her way back to where V’ler was still rugged up on the small sofa.
Indivara reclaimed her seat curled up against V’ler, wrapping the blanket back around her smaller body and burying her nose back into her manual, though she was clearly paying attention to what was going on between her not-mate and the goldrider who had decided to drop by for a visit.
“Are you expecting someone?” She asked V’ler, tilting her head back to look up at him with a frown even as she reached out to Venseth to see if he had heard any information about approaching visitors. The blue dragon was sleepy, and uninterested, but she got the feeling he was not informed anyone would be arriving. It was about then that Mulrissa’s greeting came floating through the door, and Indivara scrunched her nose up, giving V’ler a dirty look as if he had planned the whole thing. Slipping out from under the fur the pair of them was wrapped in, Indivara threw it back over V’ler – making sure to get it in his face – and sauntered her way towards the door. The girl was dressed in one of her friend’s shirts, the hem falling easily to her knees, and the sleeves rolled up so they did not fall past her hands. Her long hair was loose and all over the place and rather static-y from the dry weather.
Pulling the door open, Indivara looked up at the much taller woman, a frown drawing her eyebrows down and together. “What do you want?” The fact that the woman had said it wasn’t important had Indivara biting her tongue on telling her to fuck off, in that case, but curiosity was a strong contender, and she wanted to know what the woman wanted with V’ler. The bluerider in question’s voice – “Let her in, Vara,” – interrupted Indivara’s glaring up at Mulrissa, and the girl’s expression darkened, her lips pursing in a flat sneer even as Queenie popped out of between, landed on Indivara’s shoulder, and hissed at Mulrissa. Indivara petted her firelizard, not removing her scowling gaze from the unwanted guest. After a long moment, Indivara stepped back, and swung one arm wide, in a mockery of a welcoming gesture. Then she turned her back on the woman and made her way back to where V’ler was still rugged up on the small sofa.
Indivara reclaimed her seat curled up against V’ler, wrapping the blanket back around her smaller body and burying her nose back into her manual, though she was clearly paying attention to what was going on between her not-mate and the goldrider who had decided to drop by for a visit.
