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24.Mar.13, 11:14 AM
Indivara gave Ryvian an irritable look when he mumbled about stepping up against S’kef, and she tenderly touched at her jawline with her fingertips, the touch gingery and blue eyes wide albeit determined as she tried to figure out how much damage he had done to her. Indivara had a body that liked to betray her; always sick, and with bones happy to break, she was mostly anxious about making sure the man hadn’t broken her jaw. The fact that she had spoken a moment ago was easily waved away by the girl’s own thought process; the adrenaline was wearing off and Faranth her jaw hurt!
A harsh snort of laughter was given when Ryvian swore, blue eyes sparkling with amusement as she flicked him a sideways glance, shaking her head slightly but stopping swiftly when that didn’t feel too good. Her stomach was still threatening to rise up again and Indivara knew that would be unpleasant. Puking was awful on the best of days, but she certainly didn’t want to try it with the agony her jaw was in. Fuck, but S’kef could pack a punch, and he hadn’t even been trying! Indivara knew that. S’kef was a big man, especially compared to her, and she was pretty sure she’d seen him deck someone before, and she’d definitely seen what he could do in flightlust or with a whip. The thump to her jaw had been nothing more than a swipe at an annoyance... and it was that, more than anything, that pissed off Indivara.
Indivara grunted with a filthy look at Isscer’s back as the boy skirted them and made his way swiftly to the Healer Hall, arriving well before them. Indivara wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to go. Healer Hall was worse than crèche, and Indivara hated being trapped in it. It smelled of medical plants and sickness and more medical plants, and all that klah that Talian drank like a freaking addict. The girl whined under her breath halfheartedly when Ryvian took her hand once more and began dragging her towards the Hall, Indivara’s eyes watering when she had to trot a few steps to catch up, the faster pace causing nerves to explode in a rainbow of pain and she stumbled against Ryvian before keeping pace with him.
Indivara allowed Ryvian to lead the way into the Hall, and the girl waved vaguely to the woman behind the reception area, who peered over her papers at Indivara and rolled her eyes dramatically. The girl would have grinned, but she was quite sure that would not have been a good idea. The woman had been putting up with her odd visits and disastrous appearances since before Indivara could remember. The fact that the woman hated B’jin only made her that much cooler in Indivara’s mind and she held up her hand – the one clasped in Ryvian’s – and gave the woman a thumbs up. She shook her head and went back to her papers, using the end of her pen to point towards where Talian was.
Stepping forward, Indivara tugged lightly on Ryvian’s hand and lead them the familiar path toward Talian’s office, the girl bumping the door open with a hip so she didn’t have to use her sore hand (which was still cradled protectively against her chest) and sparkling blue eyes sought out Talian as she entered, barely taking a moment to flicker to Isscer – the northerner was pointedly ignored. Joined hands again rose in a playful wave and the girl dragged Ryvian over to the far table. She eyed it irritably for a moment, before leaning against it lazily. The height was enough that Indivara knew she wouldn’t be able to gracefully climb atop it, and she wasn’t in the mood to flail around like a fool. Bouncing up would hurt far too much.
With one hand held in Ryvian’s, and one hand curled gently against her chest, Indivara had nothing to poke at her jaw with. So she took to using her tongue and shifting the joint carefully with slow movements, her features warping every time she hit a particularly painful combination, but not stopping. Waiting was boring and Talian would pump her full of drugs soon, anyway. Blood Sucker, who had landed on her shoulder just prior to coming inside, chittered softly in her ear, blue tail wrapped lightly around her neck and eyes swirling with anxiety. Psh had remained with Krypth, the little gold firelizard unable to handle the situation her human was in and not wanting to be scolded by Blood.
A harsh snort of laughter was given when Ryvian swore, blue eyes sparkling with amusement as she flicked him a sideways glance, shaking her head slightly but stopping swiftly when that didn’t feel too good. Her stomach was still threatening to rise up again and Indivara knew that would be unpleasant. Puking was awful on the best of days, but she certainly didn’t want to try it with the agony her jaw was in. Fuck, but S’kef could pack a punch, and he hadn’t even been trying! Indivara knew that. S’kef was a big man, especially compared to her, and she was pretty sure she’d seen him deck someone before, and she’d definitely seen what he could do in flightlust or with a whip. The thump to her jaw had been nothing more than a swipe at an annoyance... and it was that, more than anything, that pissed off Indivara.
Indivara grunted with a filthy look at Isscer’s back as the boy skirted them and made his way swiftly to the Healer Hall, arriving well before them. Indivara wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to go. Healer Hall was worse than crèche, and Indivara hated being trapped in it. It smelled of medical plants and sickness and more medical plants, and all that klah that Talian drank like a freaking addict. The girl whined under her breath halfheartedly when Ryvian took her hand once more and began dragging her towards the Hall, Indivara’s eyes watering when she had to trot a few steps to catch up, the faster pace causing nerves to explode in a rainbow of pain and she stumbled against Ryvian before keeping pace with him.
Indivara allowed Ryvian to lead the way into the Hall, and the girl waved vaguely to the woman behind the reception area, who peered over her papers at Indivara and rolled her eyes dramatically. The girl would have grinned, but she was quite sure that would not have been a good idea. The woman had been putting up with her odd visits and disastrous appearances since before Indivara could remember. The fact that the woman hated B’jin only made her that much cooler in Indivara’s mind and she held up her hand – the one clasped in Ryvian’s – and gave the woman a thumbs up. She shook her head and went back to her papers, using the end of her pen to point towards where Talian was.
Stepping forward, Indivara tugged lightly on Ryvian’s hand and lead them the familiar path toward Talian’s office, the girl bumping the door open with a hip so she didn’t have to use her sore hand (which was still cradled protectively against her chest) and sparkling blue eyes sought out Talian as she entered, barely taking a moment to flicker to Isscer – the northerner was pointedly ignored. Joined hands again rose in a playful wave and the girl dragged Ryvian over to the far table. She eyed it irritably for a moment, before leaning against it lazily. The height was enough that Indivara knew she wouldn’t be able to gracefully climb atop it, and she wasn’t in the mood to flail around like a fool. Bouncing up would hurt far too much.
With one hand held in Ryvian’s, and one hand curled gently against her chest, Indivara had nothing to poke at her jaw with. So she took to using her tongue and shifting the joint carefully with slow movements, her features warping every time she hit a particularly painful combination, but not stopping. Waiting was boring and Talian would pump her full of drugs soon, anyway. Blood Sucker, who had landed on her shoulder just prior to coming inside, chittered softly in her ear, blue tail wrapped lightly around her neck and eyes swirling with anxiety. Psh had remained with Krypth, the little gold firelizard unable to handle the situation her human was in and not wanting to be scolded by Blood.
