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03.May.18, 10:06 AM
Indivara was torn between scowling at R’vi for his very not-funny comment about leaving her to deal with her stupid dragon by herself, and hiding behind V’ler because people were staring and she really didn’t want to be associated with the dragon sliding on ice. It was so going to be yet another thing she’d never live down! Indivara sighed, at least thus far no one had been injured and there was nothing gross to stain her brain with. She cringed and did her best to erase the thought of that hatching. Shaking her head, Indivara decided to punch R’vi in the side, delayed as it was, to help clear her thoughts.
Frowning, Indivara gave R’vi a dirty look. “Sure. You try and push while you’re on what appears to be really fucking slippery!” She gestured towards Venseth, who was still struggling to get his feet under him, and the skaters that were half circling the dragon as they watched with a kind of amused fascination. “Clearly there is nothing to grip.” Her tone implied R’vi’s stupidity, and she crossed her arms irritably lest she hit him again.
Pinching the bridge of her nose for a moment, thinking, Indivara reached out, grabbed both men by the wrists and dragged them towards the edge of the lake that Venseth seemed to be sliding toward. While she was not entirely sure what her plan of action was going to be, she was sure of one thing: that she was not going to be rescuing her stupid dragon by herself.I resent that, I am not stupid, Missy. Venseth put in, twisting to look over his shoulder towards where Indivara and her fellow blueriders were now standing. He slowly spun around to face them and he set his chin down on the ice, sighing in resignation – at least his spinning was slowing to a halt. Though this is all rather embarrassing.
“Embarrassing, stupid; same difference,” Indivara dismissed her dragon’s comment with an eye roll. She had also noticed that her dragon had stopped moving – in a circle or otherwise. Indivara frowned, eyeing the distance her dragon was from her current position. Cautiously, she moved towards the edge of the lake until she found where land turned to ice. Venseth was still a good fifteen feet from the edge of the lake. “You’re lucky I don’t disown you,” she told her dragon, hands on her hips as she stared at him. “You are so embarrassing.”
Venseth snorted.I am not stupid! The blue dragon lifted his head off the snow and would have pouted, if dragons were capable of pouting. Can we please get me off this ice, and then bicker? He asked, and Indivara frowned at him, before rolling her eyes.
“Fine. How do we get the stupid –” (Venseth hissed at her) – “dragon off the ice?”
Frowning, Indivara gave R’vi a dirty look. “Sure. You try and push while you’re on what appears to be really fucking slippery!” She gestured towards Venseth, who was still struggling to get his feet under him, and the skaters that were half circling the dragon as they watched with a kind of amused fascination. “Clearly there is nothing to grip.” Her tone implied R’vi’s stupidity, and she crossed her arms irritably lest she hit him again.
Pinching the bridge of her nose for a moment, thinking, Indivara reached out, grabbed both men by the wrists and dragged them towards the edge of the lake that Venseth seemed to be sliding toward. While she was not entirely sure what her plan of action was going to be, she was sure of one thing: that she was not going to be rescuing her stupid dragon by herself.
“Embarrassing, stupid; same difference,” Indivara dismissed her dragon’s comment with an eye roll. She had also noticed that her dragon had stopped moving – in a circle or otherwise. Indivara frowned, eyeing the distance her dragon was from her current position. Cautiously, she moved towards the edge of the lake until she found where land turned to ice. Venseth was still a good fifteen feet from the edge of the lake. “You’re lucky I don’t disown you,” she told her dragon, hands on her hips as she stared at him. “You are so embarrassing.”
Venseth snorted.
“Fine. How do we get the stupid –” (Venseth hissed at her) – “dragon off the ice?”
