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29.Oct.18, 08:13 AM
Indivara looked up from where she’d been examining a blue Weyrling, at the sound of bickering. Her nostrils flared as she puffed out an irritated snarl and she felt the young bluerider shift uncomfortably but ignored him as she marched in the direction of the two young riders bitching at each other. “Oi!” Indivara’s voice cracked through the air and startled most of her class, but neither of the young men looked towards her. That just made the heavily pregnant young woman even angrier, and she stormed up to the both and delivered a slap to the back of one head, and a kick to the shins on the other. “Enough!” With two sharp jabs of her hand, Indivara indicated they were to go to opposite ends of the groups and ignore each other. She stood with her hands on her hips and irritation on her face until they did so.
Honestly!
I don’t think those two are going to stop, Venseth said mildly, wandering over from where he’d been sunning while the Weyrlings swam, bathed, were oiled and played. The two young men, both brownriders, were at war over their opinions of their female classmates, and Indivara was just about at her wits end with them. After she herself had spent almost three hours being grilled by the Weyrleader, with B’jin, Indivara had made it quite clear to her group that whether or not anyone agreed, the girls and their greens were a part of the group. So, fucking cope.
Of course, there had been quite a few snarky comments, particularly angled at Daelyne about her Impression causing the gold to suicide, and Indivara refused to let them get away with it. She’d been quick to issue out extra physical exercise to those that made snarky comments where she could hear them – but the young women weren’t exempt, either. The first (and only) time Indivara had heard the green Weyrling make a quip about one of the boys being punished for being a cunt, Indivara had sent the young woman off to complete the same tasks, alongside the young man. In all honesty, Indivara hadn’t heard anything since then, at least, not from the riders-to-be.
The dragonets were louder – benefits of not having learned volume control yet – and Indivara found a lot of them voicing their mate’s opinions. She left Venseth to quietly curb those dragonets, and while they were still months away from private speech, they were at least learning subtly when it came to not running their thoughts loudly and without consequences. If nothing else, Indivara was quite sure her group of Weyrlings would ace any exams put to them on count of back stabbing and ducking around authority. And she’d only had them for two weeks.
Wonderful.
Not bothering to answer Venseth – they’d discussed the pair at length between themselves, and Indivara had ranted about them a couple of nights ago to Val, until she’d worked herself into a frenzy and spend three hours crying brokenly because they were going to ruin her life. Indivara really hated being pregnant and all the fucking hormones.
With her hand under her (Val’s) shirt, rubbing softly at her belly where the baby was kicking like it was trying to escape, Indivara glanced around to do a quick head check, making sure each of her Weyrlings was still accounted for and doing what they were supposed to be doing. Some of them were wading in the shallows of the lake; it was a bit cool for swimming, but the dragonets were enjoying themselves and Indivara encouraged them to swim when they wanted to, knowing it was good for their muscle development. A few were sitting on the grass rubbing oil onto growing dragons, and some were lazing around chatting while the babies sunned themselves.
Deciding to wander over to the three girls, for no other reason than that they had food and Indivara had every intention of stealing it, the young woman wandered over, listening in on the tail end of their conversation before she carefully lowered herself to the ground in a space that was delightfully Indivara-sized, and stealing some of their fruit and cheese. Indivara put a piece in her mouth and chewed, looking up when she realised the girls had stopped talking. Oh, fine.
“Tell me something new you’ve learned about each of your dragons.” If they wanted to acknowledge her and expect her to teach instead of gossiping about boys or whatever while she stole their food, she would. But regardless, the question was one of Indivara’s favourites, and she’d asked it routinely of each of the Weyrlings since the day after Impression. Indivara had never wanted children, despite her tendency to get pregnant by all accounts, but she loved going home and gushing to Val about all the neat little things her Weyrlings had learned about their new lifemate in the past twenty-four hours.
Honestly!
Of course, there had been quite a few snarky comments, particularly angled at Daelyne about her Impression causing the gold to suicide, and Indivara refused to let them get away with it. She’d been quick to issue out extra physical exercise to those that made snarky comments where she could hear them – but the young women weren’t exempt, either. The first (and only) time Indivara had heard the green Weyrling make a quip about one of the boys being punished for being a cunt, Indivara had sent the young woman off to complete the same tasks, alongside the young man. In all honesty, Indivara hadn’t heard anything since then, at least, not from the riders-to-be.
The dragonets were louder – benefits of not having learned volume control yet – and Indivara found a lot of them voicing their mate’s opinions. She left Venseth to quietly curb those dragonets, and while they were still months away from private speech, they were at least learning subtly when it came to not running their thoughts loudly and without consequences. If nothing else, Indivara was quite sure her group of Weyrlings would ace any exams put to them on count of back stabbing and ducking around authority. And she’d only had them for two weeks.
Wonderful.
Not bothering to answer Venseth – they’d discussed the pair at length between themselves, and Indivara had ranted about them a couple of nights ago to Val, until she’d worked herself into a frenzy and spend three hours crying brokenly because they were going to ruin her life. Indivara really hated being pregnant and all the fucking hormones.
With her hand under her (Val’s) shirt, rubbing softly at her belly where the baby was kicking like it was trying to escape, Indivara glanced around to do a quick head check, making sure each of her Weyrlings was still accounted for and doing what they were supposed to be doing. Some of them were wading in the shallows of the lake; it was a bit cool for swimming, but the dragonets were enjoying themselves and Indivara encouraged them to swim when they wanted to, knowing it was good for their muscle development. A few were sitting on the grass rubbing oil onto growing dragons, and some were lazing around chatting while the babies sunned themselves.
Deciding to wander over to the three girls, for no other reason than that they had food and Indivara had every intention of stealing it, the young woman wandered over, listening in on the tail end of their conversation before she carefully lowered herself to the ground in a space that was delightfully Indivara-sized, and stealing some of their fruit and cheese. Indivara put a piece in her mouth and chewed, looking up when she realised the girls had stopped talking. Oh, fine.
“Tell me something new you’ve learned about each of your dragons.” If they wanted to acknowledge her and expect her to teach instead of gossiping about boys or whatever while she stole their food, she would. But regardless, the question was one of Indivara’s favourites, and she’d asked it routinely of each of the Weyrlings since the day after Impression. Indivara had never wanted children, despite her tendency to get pregnant by all accounts, but she loved going home and gushing to Val about all the neat little things her Weyrlings had learned about their new lifemate in the past twenty-four hours.
