05.Jun.19, 10:03 AM
“Oh?” Indivara asked, mildly amused, as she arched an eyebrow. She wasn’t sure if he was implying they should be more sexual or not, so she just watched him for a moment with a slightly confused expression fighting with her amusement; a glimmer of worry sitting like a dark shadow behind her forward emotions. Indivara loved Val, but she had never felt the need to drown him in demands for sex, a good deal of which was because she often didn’t feel appealing, but she’d also never had much of an appetite. Well, she’d done the whole youngster-flight-mothing thing, but that had been more for the thrill. She wasn’t interested in that kind of adrenaline anymore.
Moving to collect some soapsand, Indivara poured some into her hands to sudd up, before applying it to her hair. She snorted at Val’s comment, scrunching her nose up. “Venseth can do it,” she said, arms still up and hands buried in her hair, suds and bubbles changing her hair to white. “He can just ask them all. I figure if someone had actually bothered to ask Faxxonth if he was a blue, he probably would have said yes?” Her statement ended in a question, and she shrugged one shoulder. She did, however, sigh at the mention of Vessaelia. “That woman,” she sighed, shaking her head before pulling her hair down so she could wind it together into a bun, tying it off with the suds still in it. “Tiath is snooty enough to be a gold,” Indivara allowed, “but she’s smaller even than Thallyath and I didn’t know golds could be as small as Thallyath.” She shook her head.
“I’ll deal with them all tomorrow.” Vessaelia wouldn’t listen to a word she said if she pulled the young greenrider aside; if she made a show of checking all of the dragons, then she’d see she wasn’t being singled out. If that got the ridiculous idea in her head, then Indivara would deal with her thereafter. Indivara pinched the bridge of her nose and pushed all thoughts of her troublesome pair out of her mind. Instead, she picked up some more soap sand and waded to the shallow end of the pool so the water only came up to around her waist, so she could wash more easily.
Moving to collect some soapsand, Indivara poured some into her hands to sudd up, before applying it to her hair. She snorted at Val’s comment, scrunching her nose up. “Venseth can do it,” she said, arms still up and hands buried in her hair, suds and bubbles changing her hair to white. “He can just ask them all. I figure if someone had actually bothered to ask Faxxonth if he was a blue, he probably would have said yes?” Her statement ended in a question, and she shrugged one shoulder. She did, however, sigh at the mention of Vessaelia. “That woman,” she sighed, shaking her head before pulling her hair down so she could wind it together into a bun, tying it off with the suds still in it. “Tiath is snooty enough to be a gold,” Indivara allowed, “but she’s smaller even than Thallyath and I didn’t know golds could be as small as Thallyath.” She shook her head.
“I’ll deal with them all tomorrow.” Vessaelia wouldn’t listen to a word she said if she pulled the young greenrider aside; if she made a show of checking all of the dragons, then she’d see she wasn’t being singled out. If that got the ridiculous idea in her head, then Indivara would deal with her thereafter. Indivara pinched the bridge of her nose and pushed all thoughts of her troublesome pair out of her mind. Instead, she picked up some more soap sand and waded to the shallow end of the pool so the water only came up to around her waist, so she could wash more easily.