20.Sep.13, 03:40 AM
For someone so relaxed, it was amazing how little outbursts and anger directed towards him didn’t bother him or stress him out on some level. Perhaps he was simply used to dealing with Indivara for far too long that he’d be more worried if she didn’t snap once in a while. It was rare for him to raise his voice and after some failed attempts at yelling back, Ryvian really didn’t even attempt it anymore. A shrug and a crooked smile usually accompanied his replies but right then it was only the shrug. “I said I would Stand with you, so I will.” It only hurt for a moment that it sounded like Indivara doubted the word he had given. That was just her nature though. Indivara liked to have everything said loud and clearly and verified at least once to make sure nothing would go wrong. It was why Jada backing out was bothering the girl so much, even if Indivara didn’t know it.
Ryvian suddenly stood up and walked away from the bed to hunt for clothes. He was fine lounging around all day in the nude but he also knew he’d have to leave the hut at some point, especially when his stomach gave a small growl. “Krypth clutching is becoming as common as having bubbly pie for dessert on my rest day. Standing for them is just another weekly routine now,” again there was a shrug but it was lost in the motion of bending over to pick up a pair of pants left on the floor. A discreet sniff was given to them and with a wrinkling of his nose, they were dropped again. Laundry would have to become a priority soon but Nyvian usually did the actual scrubbing and tending to the chore; Ryvian simply hung it all up.
“Stop worrying so much,” Ryvian found his bathing shorts and put those on instead of checking for more pants. He knew the shorts at least were clean. “With every clutch that passes, our odds increase.” A little laugh came with the statement and while Ryvian made it sound like he fully believed what he said, he also knew the reality of each passing clutch meant he was growing older and one day even the last dragon to ever hatch wouldn’t want him.
Ryvian suddenly stood up and walked away from the bed to hunt for clothes. He was fine lounging around all day in the nude but he also knew he’d have to leave the hut at some point, especially when his stomach gave a small growl. “Krypth clutching is becoming as common as having bubbly pie for dessert on my rest day. Standing for them is just another weekly routine now,” again there was a shrug but it was lost in the motion of bending over to pick up a pair of pants left on the floor. A discreet sniff was given to them and with a wrinkling of his nose, they were dropped again. Laundry would have to become a priority soon but Nyvian usually did the actual scrubbing and tending to the chore; Ryvian simply hung it all up.
“Stop worrying so much,” Ryvian found his bathing shorts and put those on instead of checking for more pants. He knew the shorts at least were clean. “With every clutch that passes, our odds increase.” A little laugh came with the statement and while Ryvian made it sound like he fully believed what he said, he also knew the reality of each passing clutch meant he was growing older and one day even the last dragon to ever hatch wouldn’t want him.