17.Jan.13, 02:02 AM
Post-Hatching blues were normal for those that failed to Impress to a dragonet, and it was pretty common knowledge that it hit those that were ‘southern’ harder than it generally hit those that were ‘northern’. It was even more common knowledge that being anywhere near Indivara after a Hatching was liable to end in drawn blood. It was likely for that most notable reason that Indivara was avoided like the Plague itself – the killer disease, not Z’ia’s firelizard – as the girl stalked across the grounds of Katila and into the bathing houses, slamming a door closed and barring it shut as she flung her clothing in a corner and sunk beneath the heated surface of the water. Fuck. Her. Life!
Blood Sucker perched delicately on the edge of the tub as Indivara scrubbed, watching impassively as his human’s emotions swam all over the radar. Shit Head was perched on the wall, peering timidly at the pair with a firelizardy scowl; Blood Sucker had slapped her around the face when she tried to get into Indivara’s personal space. Looking over, Indivara invited the firelizard to her with an outstretched, dripping arm. Shit Head swooped over, landing timidly but cheering up as Indivara plopped her into the water and started scrubbing her. The little gold crooned in delight, scrabbling to stand on Indivara’s knee as the girl reached for Blood Sucker.
Finishing the firelizards, Indivara dropped under the surface again, scrubbing her face and consciously attempting to ignore the rough texture of her scars. Rising once more, Indivara slicked the water off her face and back out of her hair as she wound the long length into a knot and secured it out of the way. Moments later, and Indivara was wrapped securely in a towel, standing in front of a mirror. Scars peeped out from atop the towel’s rim, stark against her skin while the ones across her face screamed for attention. Glaring at her reflection, Indivara spun around and went to the pile of clean clothing. A pair of tight fitting dark coloured pants were pulled on, tucking them into the boots she had chosen. A mid-thigh lengthed shirt was pulled on and fastened at the waist with a belt; it was unbuttoned enough to make more modest women flush, but not enough to actually give anything away. Her hair was released, roughed dry with her damp towel, and flung back over her shoulders.
With firelizards alighting on either shoulder, Indivara kicked her dirty clothes into a corner. Someone would wash them, or steal them, though the number of people who could fit into her clothing and willingly wear it was minimal at best; she’d get them later, if they were still there. Leaving the bathing house, Indivara wove her way through to the outskirts of the main buildings, and easily to the familiar set up that belonged to the twins. While Indivara wasn’t quite sure who would be on the list tonight, she had a rough idea of who the ‘regulars’ would be, and that almost always added up to a good time and a fun party; the exceptions being party poopers that shut shit down. But that was neither here nor there as Indivara let herself in.
Shit Head took off, chittering to the twins’ firelizards as she alighted on the table top, flickering her wings. Indivara frowned at her slightly; she should have oiled them. Oh well. Blood Sucker remained dedicatedly upon her shoulder while Indivara followed her gold to look over the table top. Not much, but everyone else would bring something. Getting Indivara to actually bring something was very rare. Unless she managed to flog something she knew would be missed off the goldriders, or the Weyrleader or other important Ranker.
Come to think of it, that was probably why some of their parties got shut down. Whoops. Indivara shrugged mentally as she filled a cup with something that was booze, but most dragonriders wouldn’t touch with a barge pole. Who cared, so long as it had alcohol in it? Drink enough and Indivara was pretty sure most of it all ended up tasting the same, anyway. The girl took a drink, eyed the drink in surprise and refilled it. It was actually better than she’d anticipated. Fancy that!
“Shove over.” And with a glorious amount of inelegance that would have had Jada fretting, Indivara sprawled onto the couch with Ryvian.
Blood Sucker perched delicately on the edge of the tub as Indivara scrubbed, watching impassively as his human’s emotions swam all over the radar. Shit Head was perched on the wall, peering timidly at the pair with a firelizardy scowl; Blood Sucker had slapped her around the face when she tried to get into Indivara’s personal space. Looking over, Indivara invited the firelizard to her with an outstretched, dripping arm. Shit Head swooped over, landing timidly but cheering up as Indivara plopped her into the water and started scrubbing her. The little gold crooned in delight, scrabbling to stand on Indivara’s knee as the girl reached for Blood Sucker.
Finishing the firelizards, Indivara dropped under the surface again, scrubbing her face and consciously attempting to ignore the rough texture of her scars. Rising once more, Indivara slicked the water off her face and back out of her hair as she wound the long length into a knot and secured it out of the way. Moments later, and Indivara was wrapped securely in a towel, standing in front of a mirror. Scars peeped out from atop the towel’s rim, stark against her skin while the ones across her face screamed for attention. Glaring at her reflection, Indivara spun around and went to the pile of clean clothing. A pair of tight fitting dark coloured pants were pulled on, tucking them into the boots she had chosen. A mid-thigh lengthed shirt was pulled on and fastened at the waist with a belt; it was unbuttoned enough to make more modest women flush, but not enough to actually give anything away. Her hair was released, roughed dry with her damp towel, and flung back over her shoulders.
With firelizards alighting on either shoulder, Indivara kicked her dirty clothes into a corner. Someone would wash them, or steal them, though the number of people who could fit into her clothing and willingly wear it was minimal at best; she’d get them later, if they were still there. Leaving the bathing house, Indivara wove her way through to the outskirts of the main buildings, and easily to the familiar set up that belonged to the twins. While Indivara wasn’t quite sure who would be on the list tonight, she had a rough idea of who the ‘regulars’ would be, and that almost always added up to a good time and a fun party; the exceptions being party poopers that shut shit down. But that was neither here nor there as Indivara let herself in.
Shit Head took off, chittering to the twins’ firelizards as she alighted on the table top, flickering her wings. Indivara frowned at her slightly; she should have oiled them. Oh well. Blood Sucker remained dedicatedly upon her shoulder while Indivara followed her gold to look over the table top. Not much, but everyone else would bring something. Getting Indivara to actually bring something was very rare. Unless she managed to flog something she knew would be missed off the goldriders, or the Weyrleader or other important Ranker.
Come to think of it, that was probably why some of their parties got shut down. Whoops. Indivara shrugged mentally as she filled a cup with something that was booze, but most dragonriders wouldn’t touch with a barge pole. Who cared, so long as it had alcohol in it? Drink enough and Indivara was pretty sure most of it all ended up tasting the same, anyway. The girl took a drink, eyed the drink in surprise and refilled it. It was actually better than she’d anticipated. Fancy that!
“Shove over.” And with a glorious amount of inelegance that would have had Jada fretting, Indivara sprawled onto the couch with Ryvian.