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23.Mar.13, 03:22 AM
Indivara had been awake, when the call went for the Candidates to gather. Krypth’s voice barging into her mind without apology and the girl groaned. She was curled up in an out of the way corner of the Bathing houses, a bucket sitting in her lap, face a mess of sweat and tears. She’d been puking for the last couple of hours (though it felt like all night) and while she’d been left with nothing more than acid and the water she was trying to keep down, the agony of constant heaving jerks had resulted in frustrated and pained tears. Indivara had a decent pain tolerance, but she was still just a little girl, and puking for at least an hour, perhaps as many as three, quickly wore her down.
On top of the past several weeks? Indivara was definitely at her limit. She’d figured it out, not long after S’kef had decked her. She was stubborn, and she’d been horrified, but she wasn’t stupid. Despite that, she’d kept it to herself, waving off her inability to eat anything as being sick again, and avidly avoiding Talian and the healer hall, despite her knowledge that he’d be able to help her eat properly again. She’d tried to steal her mother’s dragon, for a few quick trips between, but the creature had told on her and A’din had been quick to tell Indivara straight up – too bad, and if she wanted a dragon, she’d carry the baby to term since that was what was required of her to Stand. With no other dragons available, not without explanations (and Indivara wasn’t willing to actually own up to her… condition… verbally yet; She was still having issues with the non-verbal acknowledgement.) the girl had become even more sour tempered and emotion than usual. At least she hadn’t cried in front of anyone yet!
Rubbing a hand tenderly over her stomach as she listened to the dragons hum, Indivara was again glad she wore baggy shirts, often those stolen off her friends. As she toppled into the fourth month of her pregnancy, the naturally tiny girl’s figure was beginning to very prominently display the early baby bump. It was uncomfortable, and ugly, and she was terrified of the implications of it and Krypth was hounding away in her ear. Indivara was just pleased the gold had listened to her when she’d begged – demanded! – her not to tell Jada. Or anyone else. She would, herself… eventually. Maybe even before she was waddling, but Indivara had her reservations about that. She was still inclined to go find a wild Wher to feed herself to rather than admit to being… pregnant.
The girl shuddered, and washed her face before making her way to the hatching sands, braiding her hair and brushing down the previous day’s shirt with gentle pats and making sure it really did hide her growing stomach size. It did, but she was insanely paranoid. Slipping onto the sands quietly, Indivara slunk around the outskirts to make her way to Krypth, not so much as glancing at the eggs or the candidates that were shuffling excitedly. Curling up on Krypth’s leg, Indivara turned dull blue eyes on the Sands, a tiny, faint smile being given to the guys when they caught her eye, before the eggs stopped and Indivara promptly fell asleep.
Waking to the smell of food, Indivara had struggled off the sands before the smell overwhelmed her, then wandered back when it had faded, and again fell asleep on Krypth’s leg. Hours passed, and the girl was woken once more by the smell of food. It didn’t quite attack her the same way and she shook her head miserably when Jada tried to get her to eat. Snuggling closer to Krypth, with her arm carefully wrapped around her stomach and her knees pulled up, Indivara dropped off into a shallow sleep, waking easily when Krypth breathed on her neck, before the gold was bellowing about a Hatchling and Indivara slipped off the dragon’s leg in shock, landing on her rump with wide eyes.
A glare was shot at the dragon, the sleepy young woman dragging herself back up onto the dragon’s leg and leaning against her as she watched the green on the sands peer around. “About time,” she sighed, wiping her sandy hands on her pant legs before digging the heel of her palms into her eyes and attempting to wake up. “Your babies are fucking bastards, Krypth.” Indivara grumbled, crossing her arms grumpily and scowling at the candidate group at large.
On top of the past several weeks? Indivara was definitely at her limit. She’d figured it out, not long after S’kef had decked her. She was stubborn, and she’d been horrified, but she wasn’t stupid. Despite that, she’d kept it to herself, waving off her inability to eat anything as being sick again, and avidly avoiding Talian and the healer hall, despite her knowledge that he’d be able to help her eat properly again. She’d tried to steal her mother’s dragon, for a few quick trips between, but the creature had told on her and A’din had been quick to tell Indivara straight up – too bad, and if she wanted a dragon, she’d carry the baby to term since that was what was required of her to Stand. With no other dragons available, not without explanations (and Indivara wasn’t willing to actually own up to her… condition… verbally yet; She was still having issues with the non-verbal acknowledgement.) the girl had become even more sour tempered and emotion than usual. At least she hadn’t cried in front of anyone yet!
Rubbing a hand tenderly over her stomach as she listened to the dragons hum, Indivara was again glad she wore baggy shirts, often those stolen off her friends. As she toppled into the fourth month of her pregnancy, the naturally tiny girl’s figure was beginning to very prominently display the early baby bump. It was uncomfortable, and ugly, and she was terrified of the implications of it and Krypth was hounding away in her ear. Indivara was just pleased the gold had listened to her when she’d begged – demanded! – her not to tell Jada. Or anyone else. She would, herself… eventually. Maybe even before she was waddling, but Indivara had her reservations about that. She was still inclined to go find a wild Wher to feed herself to rather than admit to being… pregnant.
The girl shuddered, and washed her face before making her way to the hatching sands, braiding her hair and brushing down the previous day’s shirt with gentle pats and making sure it really did hide her growing stomach size. It did, but she was insanely paranoid. Slipping onto the sands quietly, Indivara slunk around the outskirts to make her way to Krypth, not so much as glancing at the eggs or the candidates that were shuffling excitedly. Curling up on Krypth’s leg, Indivara turned dull blue eyes on the Sands, a tiny, faint smile being given to the guys when they caught her eye, before the eggs stopped and Indivara promptly fell asleep.
Waking to the smell of food, Indivara had struggled off the sands before the smell overwhelmed her, then wandered back when it had faded, and again fell asleep on Krypth’s leg. Hours passed, and the girl was woken once more by the smell of food. It didn’t quite attack her the same way and she shook her head miserably when Jada tried to get her to eat. Snuggling closer to Krypth, with her arm carefully wrapped around her stomach and her knees pulled up, Indivara dropped off into a shallow sleep, waking easily when Krypth breathed on her neck, before the gold was bellowing about a Hatchling and Indivara slipped off the dragon’s leg in shock, landing on her rump with wide eyes.
A glare was shot at the dragon, the sleepy young woman dragging herself back up onto the dragon’s leg and leaning against her as she watched the green on the sands peer around. “About time,” she sighed, wiping her sandy hands on her pant legs before digging the heel of her palms into her eyes and attempting to wake up. “Your babies are fucking bastards, Krypth.” Indivara grumbled, crossing her arms grumpily and scowling at the candidate group at large.
