16.Dec.18, 11:00 PM
Indivara was caught between pouting at Val’s quip, and giving him a dirty look. In all honesty, Indivara felt bad about R’vi’s crushing on her when she couldn’t return the feelings, and while they had teetered on the edge after Varlea had been born, nothing has ever come of it. Primarily because Indivara had freaked out and refused to let the subject gain any semblance of life. She dropped her eyes, uncomfortable, and set the flowers gently on the table before curling against Z’rin. She’s never told Val about her little bathtub adventure with R’vi, and wondered if it was something that should have come up, or if it was just a piece of the past that didn’t matter.
Indivara puffed out a little breath, and allowed Z’rin to sweep her up with his comments about her voice echoing through the Weyr; Indivara snorted in amusement. Her expression morphed from amused to wicked as she tilted her head to give Z’rin a look. “Oh, I’m sure the air is filled with other voices,” she said, eyes bright with mischief as she wiggles her eyebrows at her friend, grinning with success at his blush. Indivara laughed, and after a moment of continued torture, and latched on to the rest of his comment and cut him loose.
“Of course!” Indivara beamed, and patted Z’rin lightly on the stomach. “I’ll even bring Princess Grumpy Bum. Then we can have dinner and a show as they try to play nice together!” Indivara flicked a glance at Val to see if he was listening or had anything to say about her nickname for him in that moment – no doubt if he did, he’d twist it to mean someone else. He hadn’t even said anything, and Indivara was already irked by his quick comebacks. Preemptively, she stuck her tongue out at him before turning her attention back to Z’rin.
“So,” she said, turning a bright smile on her fellow bluerider. “Spill.” She had heard bits and pieces from assorted sources, but when she had one of the main people sitting securely under her – and was quite confident he wouldn’t toss her across the room in her current state to escape – Indivara wasn’t about to let Z’rin go without all the latest details of his love life.
Indivara puffed out a little breath, and allowed Z’rin to sweep her up with his comments about her voice echoing through the Weyr; Indivara snorted in amusement. Her expression morphed from amused to wicked as she tilted her head to give Z’rin a look. “Oh, I’m sure the air is filled with other voices,” she said, eyes bright with mischief as she wiggles her eyebrows at her friend, grinning with success at his blush. Indivara laughed, and after a moment of continued torture, and latched on to the rest of his comment and cut him loose.
“Of course!” Indivara beamed, and patted Z’rin lightly on the stomach. “I’ll even bring Princess Grumpy Bum. Then we can have dinner and a show as they try to play nice together!” Indivara flicked a glance at Val to see if he was listening or had anything to say about her nickname for him in that moment – no doubt if he did, he’d twist it to mean someone else. He hadn’t even said anything, and Indivara was already irked by his quick comebacks. Preemptively, she stuck her tongue out at him before turning her attention back to Z’rin.
“So,” she said, turning a bright smile on her fellow bluerider. “Spill.” She had heard bits and pieces from assorted sources, but when she had one of the main people sitting securely under her – and was quite confident he wouldn’t toss her across the room in her current state to escape – Indivara wasn’t about to let Z’rin go without all the latest details of his love life.