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20.Sep.13, 02:10 PM
Ryvian nearly let out a large sigh of relief when Indivara said what he had been thinking. Krypth did indeed have tiny clutches and if he had to Stand for each and every little clutch she produced, it’d be a regular stab at the heart for him when he was denied. There was always a chance one egg would be gold and a large chance the rest of the eggs would be green and while Ryvian wasn’t a colourist and thought green was perfect for Kerrin and some of their other friends, the pretty little girls just weren’t for him. Why risk the rejection?
“Sounds like a good plan,” Ryvian kicked the pair of smelly pants toward a shirt to start a pile. He continued adding to it in the same way as he moved around the bedroom. “Given the ridiculous hours they hatch at anyway, I’m usually more inclined to stay in bed.” The last time he wanted to stay in bed because he was nursing a hangover from the celebrations of the night before. Ryvian still couldn’t decide if he should have stayed in bed or not. If he had, he would have missed seeing his twin Impress while he was left behind. Was it better to know he had been overlooked again or would it have been better to wonder if he could have had a dragon as well but missed the chance because he couldn’t wake up?
With the last sock found and given a kick to the pile of laundry, Ryvian returned to his bed and flopped down onto his back, his head catching the pillow perfectly. It was obvious he did that move regularly. A hand wandered over to the skirt Indivara seemed to keep toying with and Ryvian gave it a light flick. It wasn’t done in order to see up her skirt, but simply to ruffle what had obviously been smoothed out recently. “So what did they serve for morning meal?” He was starting to get hungry now that he was fully awake but his hut was sadly lacking in even a bowl of fruit. He’d have to stalk up on the essentials today at some point but a trip to the kitchen to see if there were any leftovers he could snag seemed like a much more important. If nothing else, he’d just have to wait until midday meal, which, maybe they were closer to? “Or should I be asking when are we heading to midday meal?” He was still afraid to peek outside and check on the time of day properly.
“Sounds like a good plan,” Ryvian kicked the pair of smelly pants toward a shirt to start a pile. He continued adding to it in the same way as he moved around the bedroom. “Given the ridiculous hours they hatch at anyway, I’m usually more inclined to stay in bed.” The last time he wanted to stay in bed because he was nursing a hangover from the celebrations of the night before. Ryvian still couldn’t decide if he should have stayed in bed or not. If he had, he would have missed seeing his twin Impress while he was left behind. Was it better to know he had been overlooked again or would it have been better to wonder if he could have had a dragon as well but missed the chance because he couldn’t wake up?
With the last sock found and given a kick to the pile of laundry, Ryvian returned to his bed and flopped down onto his back, his head catching the pillow perfectly. It was obvious he did that move regularly. A hand wandered over to the skirt Indivara seemed to keep toying with and Ryvian gave it a light flick. It wasn’t done in order to see up her skirt, but simply to ruffle what had obviously been smoothed out recently. “So what did they serve for morning meal?” He was starting to get hungry now that he was fully awake but his hut was sadly lacking in even a bowl of fruit. He’d have to stalk up on the essentials today at some point but a trip to the kitchen to see if there were any leftovers he could snag seemed like a much more important. If nothing else, he’d just have to wait until midday meal, which, maybe they were closer to? “Or should I be asking when are we heading to midday meal?” He was still afraid to peek outside and check on the time of day properly.
