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27.Mar.18, 09:10 AM
“Hey,” Indivara ran her hand along the back of V’ler’s shoulders and up his neck, brushing her fingers through his hair and peering over his shoulder with very little interest at whatever it was he was working on. “I’m going down to Telgar, do you want anything?” An idle shrug was met with a poke to the cheek, which resulted in an order of parchment and ink. Whether he actually needed them, or was just doing as he was told, was irrelevant to Indivara as she kissed him on the temple and made her way to the dragons. In all honesty, she would probably forget about both the parchment and the ink.
Greeting Veeth as she passed him, Indivara dragged Venseth’s riding straps out of the storage room and set about gearing her dragon up, pulling on her helmet and gloves when she was done and scrambling aboard. The pair agreed to fly straight; it was a gorgeous day, Indivara was in no hurry, and she was starting to think her blue was being influenced by V’ler’s fear of between. The dragon had been getting more and more reluctant to make jumps over the past Turn or so, if he could get away with flying straight.
Indivara watched as Queenie and Saph swirled around playfully as Venseth mostly glided the distance to the Hold, the dragon being as lazy as he could get away with being, much to Indivara’s amusement; he was going to get fat doing so little work. That, of course, had Venseth defending himself and his fitness levels vehemently as they finally approached for a landing not far outside the main portion of Telgar, so Indivara could walk into the centre of the city without dying because she was hardly that fit herself. Rolling her eyes as Queenie landed lightly on her shoulder, Indivara gave Venseth a pat as the blue lumbered off to find a nice place to sun, grumbling about her leaving him in his straps while he got dumped with helmets and gloves. Indivara ignored him regally.
Wandering into the main business district with mild interest, Indivara looked around curiously. It was not a Gather Day, but that did not stop the major location of the Hold from bustling with people and activities. She paused at a puppet show, watching as dragonriders appeared in the sky to proclaim they were still alive, snorting with amusement at the antics of the characters. Shaking her head, she slipped away before someone saw her and realised she was a ‘rider. She was not sure how that would affect the show, and wasn’t interested in causing a spectacle either way.
No matter how many times Indivara visited the Hold, the population was so large that there was always an abundance of people who had never seen her before, and seemed to feel it was important to stare at her as she passed. Mostly, this was because of her scars, she had no doubt, but she was also aware that she had put on her knots that morning which indicated her rank as bluerider, and weyrlingmaster assistant. She wasn’t sure how well versed the Hold population was on Dragonrider knots, but she knew they knew two things – a, she was a woman and b, she was bonded to a blue dragon. Which was a man’s dragon. Despite – or perhaps because of – this, Indivara walked with her chin held high, and her eyes flashing.
For a woman who did not make five feet, she was very successful at looking intimidating, between the scars and the scowl.
Indivara’s scowl smoothed out as she made her way down a familiar street and finally to a familiar store. It was large, especially by the standard of other stores around them, but it was her favourite because of that. Pushing the door open, Indivara stepped into the beautiful and aromatic store. Filled with fresh cut flowers in the front, dried flowers in the middle, and powders and oils in the back, Indivara was overwhelmed by the scents that swirled around. She grinned, and Saph chittered happily from wher he was flying around her head, Queenie still perched primly on Indivara’s shoulder.
“I’m back!” She sung, ignoring the other patrons as she waved to the shop owners – an elderly man and woman, who by the looks of them had been alive for a really, really long time – and their young relative. Indivara thought he was a great-great-grandson or something similar. She seriously couldn’t understand how the couple had lived as long as they had with no dragons, let along functioned and run the shop! Kissing both elderly owners on the cheek, and flashing a smile at the young man, Indivara quizzed them about what was new, and the local gossip, before making her way to their suggested favourites.
The young woman picked up some scented oils for her baths, as well as some soap-sand that had been mixed with flower petals and oils, and made the skin smell pretty after using it. She hadn’t heard of that one before, apparently it was new, but it smelled gorgeous and it sounded fun. She smirked to herself as she picked up a particularly floral scented one, and decided that could be V’ler’s. If nothing else, she and Veeth would get a kick out of him smelling like roses! (Certainly, it would be a nice change from lavender. Where did he even get that from?? - that was rhetorical. She'd spent enough time around B'jin to be well aware of his influence there.)
Indivara eyed some of the bubble liquid, knowing Rhaedalyn had raved about the stuff last time she had been guilt tripped into going to see Varlea. Shrugging one shoulder, she picked up some of that too, choosing the one that was a combination of vanilla and citrus. It smelled glorious, definitely edible.I’m not going to be able to breathe around you, if you use all that stuff, Venseth quipped, pleased he was far enough away that he’d only have to smell whatever Indivara bought, which was not likely to be over powering to a dragon’s nostrils. While she had been before (frequently!), she had never left with more than a token flower and a head full of gossip. Venseth was fairly sure she was embarrassed by being girly.
He was also fairly sure that’s why she was there, though he bit back his quip about being girly for V’ler; he liked the strange relationship that was developing between his rider and Veeth’s, and wasn’t interested in spoiling it. Not that he wouldn’t pick on her ruthlessly when they were comfortably settled, of course. In the meantime, he would wait until Indivara didn’t flush girlishly when her thoughts drifted.
You have company, Venseth interrupted Indivara’s game of sniffing the contents of various bottles and containers, causing the girl to blink and look up, startled, to see who her dragon was referencing…I
Greeting Veeth as she passed him, Indivara dragged Venseth’s riding straps out of the storage room and set about gearing her dragon up, pulling on her helmet and gloves when she was done and scrambling aboard. The pair agreed to fly straight; it was a gorgeous day, Indivara was in no hurry, and she was starting to think her blue was being influenced by V’ler’s fear of between. The dragon had been getting more and more reluctant to make jumps over the past Turn or so, if he could get away with flying straight.
Indivara watched as Queenie and Saph swirled around playfully as Venseth mostly glided the distance to the Hold, the dragon being as lazy as he could get away with being, much to Indivara’s amusement; he was going to get fat doing so little work. That, of course, had Venseth defending himself and his fitness levels vehemently as they finally approached for a landing not far outside the main portion of Telgar, so Indivara could walk into the centre of the city without dying because she was hardly that fit herself. Rolling her eyes as Queenie landed lightly on her shoulder, Indivara gave Venseth a pat as the blue lumbered off to find a nice place to sun, grumbling about her leaving him in his straps while he got dumped with helmets and gloves. Indivara ignored him regally.
Wandering into the main business district with mild interest, Indivara looked around curiously. It was not a Gather Day, but that did not stop the major location of the Hold from bustling with people and activities. She paused at a puppet show, watching as dragonriders appeared in the sky to proclaim they were still alive, snorting with amusement at the antics of the characters. Shaking her head, she slipped away before someone saw her and realised she was a ‘rider. She was not sure how that would affect the show, and wasn’t interested in causing a spectacle either way.
No matter how many times Indivara visited the Hold, the population was so large that there was always an abundance of people who had never seen her before, and seemed to feel it was important to stare at her as she passed. Mostly, this was because of her scars, she had no doubt, but she was also aware that she had put on her knots that morning which indicated her rank as bluerider, and weyrlingmaster assistant. She wasn’t sure how well versed the Hold population was on Dragonrider knots, but she knew they knew two things – a, she was a woman and b, she was bonded to a blue dragon. Which was a man’s dragon. Despite – or perhaps because of – this, Indivara walked with her chin held high, and her eyes flashing.
For a woman who did not make five feet, she was very successful at looking intimidating, between the scars and the scowl.
Indivara’s scowl smoothed out as she made her way down a familiar street and finally to a familiar store. It was large, especially by the standard of other stores around them, but it was her favourite because of that. Pushing the door open, Indivara stepped into the beautiful and aromatic store. Filled with fresh cut flowers in the front, dried flowers in the middle, and powders and oils in the back, Indivara was overwhelmed by the scents that swirled around. She grinned, and Saph chittered happily from wher he was flying around her head, Queenie still perched primly on Indivara’s shoulder.
“I’m back!” She sung, ignoring the other patrons as she waved to the shop owners – an elderly man and woman, who by the looks of them had been alive for a really, really long time – and their young relative. Indivara thought he was a great-great-grandson or something similar. She seriously couldn’t understand how the couple had lived as long as they had with no dragons, let along functioned and run the shop! Kissing both elderly owners on the cheek, and flashing a smile at the young man, Indivara quizzed them about what was new, and the local gossip, before making her way to their suggested favourites.
The young woman picked up some scented oils for her baths, as well as some soap-sand that had been mixed with flower petals and oils, and made the skin smell pretty after using it. She hadn’t heard of that one before, apparently it was new, but it smelled gorgeous and it sounded fun. She smirked to herself as she picked up a particularly floral scented one, and decided that could be V’ler’s. If nothing else, she and Veeth would get a kick out of him smelling like roses! (Certainly, it would be a nice change from lavender. Where did he even get that from?? - that was rhetorical. She'd spent enough time around B'jin to be well aware of his influence there.)
Indivara eyed some of the bubble liquid, knowing Rhaedalyn had raved about the stuff last time she had been guilt tripped into going to see Varlea. Shrugging one shoulder, she picked up some of that too, choosing the one that was a combination of vanilla and citrus. It smelled glorious, definitely edible.
He was also fairly sure that’s why she was there, though he bit back his quip about being girly for V’ler; he liked the strange relationship that was developing between his rider and Veeth’s, and wasn’t interested in spoiling it. Not that he wouldn’t pick on her ruthlessly when they were comfortably settled, of course. In the meantime, he would wait until Indivara didn’t flush girlishly when her thoughts drifted.
