18.Dec.18, 09:26 AM
Indivara laughed softly, patting Z’rin gently on the tummy again when his head rested on her shoulder. The gushing was both surprising, and endearing, and Indivara waited for the juicy stuff to be shared. She really was happy for her friend; she might not have been the one to drag him into their group (she had a feeling that had been the twins, but couldn’t really recall) but he’d handled her snarky style of friendship well, once he’d realised it was who she was and not, well, personal. It probably had helped that she was almost as much of a misfit as he was – what with being the youngest of their group. She could have been the ring-leader of the group N’mor had been a part of, but Indivara had preferred to latch on to the elder ones.
The babble of information that came made Indivara’s eyes sparkle, and she grinned at Z’rin, thrilled for him. True, not so long ago she most likely would have mocked him, partly for being so sappy and partly for well… okay almost entirely for being so sappy. Indivara figured it was Val’s fault for the most part, but growing up and her various brushes with death (either literal or exaggerated) likely also played a part. Regardless, she knew she’d mellowed a lot. Oh, she still had all her teeth and wasn’t afraid to cast biting comments when called for, but she also knew she was less when around her friends. R’nd had told her it ‘looked good on her’ and she recalled Par’a saying something similar. Had she ever looked as ridiculously giddy as Z’rin did right then, though?
Faranth she hoped not! Her dragon’s dry quip shattered any hope of that, though, and Indivara opted to ignore the blue lump and instead focus on teasing Z’rin. “Just so you’re aware,” she teased, grinning, “I’m all done producing offspring for other people.” Two was two more than she’d ever planned to have, and certainly more than she’d planned to keep herself! Several times during her pregnancy, she had wondered if she and Val would ever actually want a child for themselves (in the far future), but it had never come up and after Vadira’s birth, she was rather afraid of ever being pregnant again. She was more than a little afraid of dying.
Indivara blinked when she realised the last thing Z’rin had tacked on there, and she tilted her head. “He’s teaching you to play guitar?” She frowned slightly. “Isn’t that kind of hard, with only one hand?” Her smirk turned wicked again, and she gave Z’rin a devious look. “Though I’m sure he’s quite capable of compensating.” Her own laughter reminded her of something else Z’rin had said, and she twisted on his lap, putting both hands on Z’rin’s shoulders in mock severity as she leaned forward, staring up at him with playfully wide eyes. “Wait. Mr. Serious knows how to laugh?” She pinched Z’rin’s arm, checking he was awake, “You sure you didn’t have a really wild wet dream?”
The babble of information that came made Indivara’s eyes sparkle, and she grinned at Z’rin, thrilled for him. True, not so long ago she most likely would have mocked him, partly for being so sappy and partly for well… okay almost entirely for being so sappy. Indivara figured it was Val’s fault for the most part, but growing up and her various brushes with death (either literal or exaggerated) likely also played a part. Regardless, she knew she’d mellowed a lot. Oh, she still had all her teeth and wasn’t afraid to cast biting comments when called for, but she also knew she was less when around her friends. R’nd had told her it ‘looked good on her’ and she recalled Par’a saying something similar. Had she ever looked as ridiculously giddy as Z’rin did right then, though?
Faranth she hoped not! Her dragon’s dry quip shattered any hope of that, though, and Indivara opted to ignore the blue lump and instead focus on teasing Z’rin. “Just so you’re aware,” she teased, grinning, “I’m all done producing offspring for other people.” Two was two more than she’d ever planned to have, and certainly more than she’d planned to keep herself! Several times during her pregnancy, she had wondered if she and Val would ever actually want a child for themselves (in the far future), but it had never come up and after Vadira’s birth, she was rather afraid of ever being pregnant again. She was more than a little afraid of dying.
Indivara blinked when she realised the last thing Z’rin had tacked on there, and she tilted her head. “He’s teaching you to play guitar?” She frowned slightly. “Isn’t that kind of hard, with only one hand?” Her smirk turned wicked again, and she gave Z’rin a devious look. “Though I’m sure he’s quite capable of compensating.” Her own laughter reminded her of something else Z’rin had said, and she twisted on his lap, putting both hands on Z’rin’s shoulders in mock severity as she leaned forward, staring up at him with playfully wide eyes. “Wait. Mr. Serious knows how to laugh?” She pinched Z’rin’s arm, checking he was awake, “You sure you didn’t have a really wild wet dream?”