20.Sep.13, 04:05 AM
Indivara pursed her lips once more, the flat line becoming far more regular since she'd joined Ryvian in his room than their natural shape. The irritation didn't clear from her eyes, but a sly, thoughtful light was slowly gaining more weight there as she studied her friend's bland expression. She wasn't immediately sure how to respond to his acknowledgement of his promise. While Indivara was very much pleased he hadn't forgotten it, she was also aware of her own restricted ability to stand. Besides her rather outstanding tallent with getting kicked off the sands and out of candidacy at regular intervals for being a little bitch, she also knew girls that were angling for fighter dragons were heavily discouraged and moderated. She wasn't allowed to stand whenever she wanted, and certainly wasn't allowed to stand for every clutch that made an apperance.
Speaking of apperances. Ryvian's words mostly echoed through empty brain space as Indivara watched him move across the room, clearly searching for clothing. Her expression would have been entierly blank, if not for the taint of colour rising up her cheeks as the view brought up memories of a bath taken not so long ago, and the things that had occurred in it. Indivara did not enjoy the way thinking about that made her feel wriggly and wide eyed and wanting and her bland expression slowly alterd into an irritable frown as she watched Ryvian slide into a pair of shorts. Taking away her eye candy in the process did not help aleviate the grumpy glare she levelled on the elder weyrbrat.
"I'm not worried," Indivara snapped, which would have come out a lot more truthful if she'd been saying it in response to her belief that she'd Impress (she was convinced without a doubt that she would, someday soon, Impress), instead of sounding slightly cracked because the image of Ryvian saundering around his room in all his naked glory was burned into her brain and the things that image made her feel were definitely worthy of her worry. The heat in her cheeks was not helping matters, and Indivara resorted to glowered at Ryvian, an unconsious act to distract them both from her blush and to kill off her train of thoughts.
"Krypth has tiny clutches," Indivara pointed out. Her intent was to sound reasonable, but all she came across as was childish and snippy. "Skip hers, and stand for the big ones." Whenever they clutched again. Knowing her luck, they'd all end up flying as irregularly as Nirinath. Hopefully the other golds would be more prone to decent sized clutches though, and she could convince Ryvian it was worth standing; Indivara adored Krypth, but she just wasn't willing to gamble her one-in-too-few-clutches option to Stand on five or six eggs. If she could convince Ryvian that it was a decent exchange, maybe he'd be more willing to stand without her, too. Though Indivara was not any more keen on the idea of him Impressing without her, than he was on seeing her walk off the sands without him.
The girl shifted unhappily, crossing her legs and smoothing the short length of skirt over her thighs with antsy movements. Why did Ryvian have to make life so difficult? She took to glaring balefully at him from under her lashes. Stupid boys!
Speaking of apperances. Ryvian's words mostly echoed through empty brain space as Indivara watched him move across the room, clearly searching for clothing. Her expression would have been entierly blank, if not for the taint of colour rising up her cheeks as the view brought up memories of a bath taken not so long ago, and the things that had occurred in it. Indivara did not enjoy the way thinking about that made her feel wriggly and wide eyed and wanting and her bland expression slowly alterd into an irritable frown as she watched Ryvian slide into a pair of shorts. Taking away her eye candy in the process did not help aleviate the grumpy glare she levelled on the elder weyrbrat.
"I'm not worried," Indivara snapped, which would have come out a lot more truthful if she'd been saying it in response to her belief that she'd Impress (she was convinced without a doubt that she would, someday soon, Impress), instead of sounding slightly cracked because the image of Ryvian saundering around his room in all his naked glory was burned into her brain and the things that image made her feel were definitely worthy of her worry. The heat in her cheeks was not helping matters, and Indivara resorted to glowered at Ryvian, an unconsious act to distract them both from her blush and to kill off her train of thoughts.
"Krypth has tiny clutches," Indivara pointed out. Her intent was to sound reasonable, but all she came across as was childish and snippy. "Skip hers, and stand for the big ones." Whenever they clutched again. Knowing her luck, they'd all end up flying as irregularly as Nirinath. Hopefully the other golds would be more prone to decent sized clutches though, and she could convince Ryvian it was worth standing; Indivara adored Krypth, but she just wasn't willing to gamble her one-in-too-few-clutches option to Stand on five or six eggs. If she could convince Ryvian that it was a decent exchange, maybe he'd be more willing to stand without her, too. Though Indivara was not any more keen on the idea of him Impressing without her, than he was on seeing her walk off the sands without him.
The girl shifted unhappily, crossing her legs and smoothing the short length of skirt over her thighs with antsy movements. Why did Ryvian have to make life so difficult? She took to glaring balefully at him from under her lashes. Stupid boys!