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17.Jun.12, 06:55 AM
Indivara didn't deign to answer Jazira's laughing comment, instead she just stared at her balefully. Had the girl realised the thoughts going through the young woman's mind, she would have laughed herself. Contrary to Jazira's thoughts, Indvara was completely at home with herself and who she was - except for her face. She was weyrbred, true to the marrow in her bones, and while she found nothing at all wrong with sex or all the things that went with it, she wasn't above using them as expressions of disgust or insult. Most people were insulted at being called a slut (even if they were) and so, she often utilised such an expression to her advantage.
An eyebrow arched slightly as Jazira glared at her, and a smile flickered over her lips. Indivara wasn't someone to be cowed by expressions or fists; Jazira could come at her swinging and Indivara would react with her own fists and feet. She wasn't well renown amongst her peers as being a feisty little bitch for nothing, after all. Indivara had a sharp tongue, a swift fist, and no guilt complex what so ever. She could be insufferably smug, self assured and confident that the world revolved around her, at times, but she also possessed the words and fists to make sure that many people would humour her, if only to avoid the bruising that she was liable to inflict. Indivara was a heartless little brat at times, but it got her places.
Jazira's rant was met with little more nor less than bland indifference. The child was used to people ranting and raving at her: from her teachers to D'ren himself! She wasn't sure many within the Weyr could claim that much, and probably only Kerrin was her equal in trouble making. But that was to be expected, after all. It was about time the student over took the master and rubbed his nose in everything he had taught her when she'd been a starry-eyed, snotty nosed brat.
"Things only you could dream of, lovie," Indivara said sweetly, fluttering her eyelashes at Jazira and then snorted sarcastically as the woman explained who the father was and painted her pregnancy up to be some amazing miracle. As if women weren't designed to bear children. As if D'ren hadn't practically signed the life of every woman away as a brooding herd beast for the Weyr. She eyed Jazira warily for a moment, eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "I'm never having children," she said firmly. It didn't occur to the child that the weyr would likely breathe a lot easier knowing she had no intention of becoming pregnant - ever - but all the girl could see was exactly what a pain in the arse the horrible little things were.
Only recently having graduated to be shuffled into chores instead of automatically tossed in the creche, Indivara was far too self important to be anywhere near children - and carrying one herself? She'd live between just to ensure she never got knocked up. Screw that.
An eyebrow arched slightly as Jazira glared at her, and a smile flickered over her lips. Indivara wasn't someone to be cowed by expressions or fists; Jazira could come at her swinging and Indivara would react with her own fists and feet. She wasn't well renown amongst her peers as being a feisty little bitch for nothing, after all. Indivara had a sharp tongue, a swift fist, and no guilt complex what so ever. She could be insufferably smug, self assured and confident that the world revolved around her, at times, but she also possessed the words and fists to make sure that many people would humour her, if only to avoid the bruising that she was liable to inflict. Indivara was a heartless little brat at times, but it got her places.
Jazira's rant was met with little more nor less than bland indifference. The child was used to people ranting and raving at her: from her teachers to D'ren himself! She wasn't sure many within the Weyr could claim that much, and probably only Kerrin was her equal in trouble making. But that was to be expected, after all. It was about time the student over took the master and rubbed his nose in everything he had taught her when she'd been a starry-eyed, snotty nosed brat.
"Things only you could dream of, lovie," Indivara said sweetly, fluttering her eyelashes at Jazira and then snorted sarcastically as the woman explained who the father was and painted her pregnancy up to be some amazing miracle. As if women weren't designed to bear children. As if D'ren hadn't practically signed the life of every woman away as a brooding herd beast for the Weyr. She eyed Jazira warily for a moment, eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "I'm never having children," she said firmly. It didn't occur to the child that the weyr would likely breathe a lot easier knowing she had no intention of becoming pregnant - ever - but all the girl could see was exactly what a pain in the arse the horrible little things were.
Only recently having graduated to be shuffled into chores instead of automatically tossed in the creche, Indivara was far too self important to be anywhere near children - and carrying one herself? She'd live between just to ensure she never got knocked up. Screw that.
