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17.Jun.12, 06:36 AM
Indivara decided quite unhappily that she simply should not have gotten out of her bed that morning. Of course, that would have been easier to accomplish if her mother's stupid green dragon hadn't chosen to thrown a mighty hissyfit right outside her bedroom window, screaming some bullshit about Faranth knew what, while babbling crap about something else. Indivara didn't know, and her head hurt at the mere memory of the incident. The stupid dragon drove her insane and quite possibly at that moment, there was nothing more horrifying than the idea of Impressing a green - No. Gold still cropped up at the number one awful occurrence, but if she Impressed one of those horrible green monsters, Indivara was quite confident at that moment that she would somehow manage to throw herself between before the horrible mouldy creature could touch her.
Give her a nice male dragon please and thank you.
And so her awful wake up call had been followed by an atrocious morning lesson, in which she had mouthed off to her teacher and been required to hand around after class so she could be strongly lectured on exactly how a young lady should behave. Indivara was trying to figure out where the stupid woman had been hiding to think for even a moment that she was a lady. Did she not see the lines on her face from Hoth? Did she not see the dirt on her hands or the ink on her arm or the scabs on her knees? Was she blind? To test this theory, Indivara had lifted on filthy hand and waved in front of the woman's eyes, then flicked her on the nose. "I'm no lady!" She'd spat out, scowling, and gotten herself into more trouble, had to listen to more lectures, and ended up being almost missing the entire next morning class.
Then it had been lunchtime, but Indivara had found herself confined to the classroom where her teacher stood over her and made sure she wrote down every word and answered every question and at least looked like she was learning instead of just staring into space with a scowl that twisted the scars on her face into a threatening array of lines. Because Indivara's scowl hadn't been deadly enough without them. Her icy blue eyes had been alive with fire when she'd finally stalked from the classroom, intent on going to fill her stomach with food and skip out entirely on her chores (Numbweed gathering? No, thank you very much!). After all, it wasn't like she was needed and the only one that would dob her in (Kerrin!) was liable to be skipping out on them himself!
With that being decided, Indivara was fleeing the Crafthall when she was waylaid by a group of weyrbrats lead by a young Northerner (she knew who were, because Indivara knows everyone to some degree) and they asked her to help them find their missing canine. Normally, Indivara would have told them to shove their canine up their rear and continued on her way. However, Indivara also happened to like the canine in question, and so had grumbled but agreed to help. After all, she wasn't going to do her chores and she could filch from the kitchens before she went into hiding; B'jin was usually easy enough to get food out of. The man was way too soft when it came to big eyes and 'innocent' children (Indivara had been working on Amorandii for almost two turns now, and the child was coming along very nicely).
So. Indivara had dumped her school work at the double entrance doors and run down the halls with the Northerner and the group of Weyrbrats that had been collected to look for the missing canine. What Indivara hadn't expected, however, was to be ambushed by a boy a handful of turns older than her who apparently held a grudge about a kick that had come out a bit too high once upon a time. In her opinion, he should suck it up; Kerrin took far worse punishment and he didn't lock her in a cupboard - which was exactly where the older boy shoved her. Now, Indivara doesn't normally take well to being shoved, and today was no exception. Unfortunately, being barely four feet tall and skinny as a twig, Indivara was tossed with ease and toppled backwards into the storage room. By t he time she'd gathered her wits and her balance, the child had been locked in blackness.
That was when her true fury was released. The girl had flown at the door like a summer storm... and smashed into it, crushing her nose with enough force to make it bleed, though tentative fingers along the bridge proved she hadn't broken it. Blood was pouring down her face as she screamed incoherently at the locked door. The boy on the other side laughed, the son of a threadscored wherry, and then she heard him walk off. Again, Indivara threw herself at the door, screeching death threats through the blood on her face. If the fury in her had been flammable, the entire Weyrfolk Hall would have gone up in flames.
"AHHHHHHHH!" The shriek of pure rage was followed by another pounding on the door, fists and feet both, and she barely heard the sound of Jada swearing on the other side. Smashing both her hands into the door again, Indivara's voice was thick with rage. "LET ME OUT! DAMN YOU TO THREAD YOU SON OF A WHORE FACED WHERRY!" A tiny pause. "LET. ME. OUT!" Each word was punctuated by an attack on the door, which refused to give way beneath her rage.
Give her a nice male dragon please and thank you.
And so her awful wake up call had been followed by an atrocious morning lesson, in which she had mouthed off to her teacher and been required to hand around after class so she could be strongly lectured on exactly how a young lady should behave. Indivara was trying to figure out where the stupid woman had been hiding to think for even a moment that she was a lady. Did she not see the lines on her face from Hoth? Did she not see the dirt on her hands or the ink on her arm or the scabs on her knees? Was she blind? To test this theory, Indivara had lifted on filthy hand and waved in front of the woman's eyes, then flicked her on the nose. "I'm no lady!" She'd spat out, scowling, and gotten herself into more trouble, had to listen to more lectures, and ended up being almost missing the entire next morning class.
Then it had been lunchtime, but Indivara had found herself confined to the classroom where her teacher stood over her and made sure she wrote down every word and answered every question and at least looked like she was learning instead of just staring into space with a scowl that twisted the scars on her face into a threatening array of lines. Because Indivara's scowl hadn't been deadly enough without them. Her icy blue eyes had been alive with fire when she'd finally stalked from the classroom, intent on going to fill her stomach with food and skip out entirely on her chores (Numbweed gathering? No, thank you very much!). After all, it wasn't like she was needed and the only one that would dob her in (Kerrin!) was liable to be skipping out on them himself!
With that being decided, Indivara was fleeing the Crafthall when she was waylaid by a group of weyrbrats lead by a young Northerner (she knew who were, because Indivara knows everyone to some degree) and they asked her to help them find their missing canine. Normally, Indivara would have told them to shove their canine up their rear and continued on her way. However, Indivara also happened to like the canine in question, and so had grumbled but agreed to help. After all, she wasn't going to do her chores and she could filch from the kitchens before she went into hiding; B'jin was usually easy enough to get food out of. The man was way too soft when it came to big eyes and 'innocent' children (Indivara had been working on Amorandii for almost two turns now, and the child was coming along very nicely).
So. Indivara had dumped her school work at the double entrance doors and run down the halls with the Northerner and the group of Weyrbrats that had been collected to look for the missing canine. What Indivara hadn't expected, however, was to be ambushed by a boy a handful of turns older than her who apparently held a grudge about a kick that had come out a bit too high once upon a time. In her opinion, he should suck it up; Kerrin took far worse punishment and he didn't lock her in a cupboard - which was exactly where the older boy shoved her. Now, Indivara doesn't normally take well to being shoved, and today was no exception. Unfortunately, being barely four feet tall and skinny as a twig, Indivara was tossed with ease and toppled backwards into the storage room. By t he time she'd gathered her wits and her balance, the child had been locked in blackness.
That was when her true fury was released. The girl had flown at the door like a summer storm... and smashed into it, crushing her nose with enough force to make it bleed, though tentative fingers along the bridge proved she hadn't broken it. Blood was pouring down her face as she screamed incoherently at the locked door. The boy on the other side laughed, the son of a threadscored wherry, and then she heard him walk off. Again, Indivara threw herself at the door, screeching death threats through the blood on her face. If the fury in her had been flammable, the entire Weyrfolk Hall would have gone up in flames.
"AHHHHHHHH!" The shriek of pure rage was followed by another pounding on the door, fists and feet both, and she barely heard the sound of Jada swearing on the other side. Smashing both her hands into the door again, Indivara's voice was thick with rage. "LET ME OUT! DAMN YOU TO THREAD YOU SON OF A WHORE FACED WHERRY!" A tiny pause. "LET. ME. OUT!" Each word was punctuated by an attack on the door, which refused to give way beneath her rage.
