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25.Jun.13, 10:16 AM
Laughter spluttered through the tears, and Indivara stared up at Valerian with eyes laced in tears, shaking her head slightly at him. “Idiot.” She stated, slowly relaxing as the pains wore off for a moment, the ache lingering through her back and belly. She was suitably startled when Ryvian was suddenly battering V’ler out of the way, wide eyes shifting between the two, before refusing to meet Ryvian’s.
She didn’t take the young man seriously in his attempts to get into her pants, figuring it was far more his trying to make her feel desirable than any real desire on his part to actually succeed. So, she played along with him, occasionally batting her eyes or making teasing remarks or exchanging playful gropes. Nothing was ever meant by it, at least on her part, and had she realised he was genuinely interested she likely would have been floored. That, however, didn’t stop the girl feeling guilty for keeping the information about who was the other half of the terrible situation to herself. He was her friend – though that was a good part of why she’d kept it to herself; she really didn’t need him running off and decking V’ler!
“Can’t,” Indivara responded to Ryvian, breath hitching as another contraction rocked through her, clinging to her fellow candidate desperately with a pained moan, bursting into tears again as the pain began to fade once more. Still clinging to him and trying desperately not to fall apart as he guided her back into the hut, the girl staggering and leaning heavily against him, turning to look over her shoulder desperately to see where V’ler had gotten to – he was not getting out of it that easily! “Val?” It was a question, as the girl wiped her wet face, sweat and tears both, against Ryvian’s shirt, before being told to hold still by a new voice.
Startled once more, Indivara peered around Ryvian to stare at Talian for a moment before another contraction hit, and the girl crumpled once more. When would it stop? Someone make it stop! The issue of pain relief was met with desperate demand from Indivara, who just about snatched the bottle from Ryvian when he offered it to her, the girl stomping on his toes to make him hurry up. She then guzzled as much as she could before the bottle was snatched from her once more, and Indivara hit Ryvian in the chest with a weakly fisted hand.
Indivara was not the easiest person to get along with at the best of times; Indivara pregnant had been even more prone to tantrums and tears. Indivara in labour was lucky she didn’t have any strength to throw behind the fists she was quite insistent on pummelling into whichever of the three men was closest at the time, and no balance with which to justify kicking them all where it would hurt them, as much as she was currently hurting. That had never been something that would stop the girl from trying and Indivara proved her point by aiming a kick at T’lian’s face when she’d been shoved back onto the bed, only managing to miss him because of the healer’s quick reflexes. The girl’s gasping quip, something along the lines of ‘useless fucking painkillers’, was her excuse before succumbing to another contraction.
Par’a rocked up at some point, strolling in like there was nothing at all odd with the entire situation, and calmly taking charge of Indivara’s attitude and shoving a leather strip in the girl’s mouth with a wink at the boys as she told her to shut up and bite on it. Par’a’s commentary filled the room as Talian and Indivara worked to birth the baby, and the greenrider prattled on about her own children and the events of their birthing over the top of the girl’s labour induced noise; she’d always known the girl had a set of lungs on her.
Indivara clung to the hands of Ryvian and V’ler, determined to break at least the bluerider’s fingers before she was through. He needed to suffer at least a small part of the pain his thoughtless actions had put her through! Any blame Indivara herself was responsible for bearing were completely outweighed by her desire to blame V’ler for everything; he was the one with the dragon!
Par’a was the one that took the baby from T’lian, when the young healer had the infant sponged down and swaddled, the woman shamelessly flicking aside the covers to see what gender it was. Clearly the brownrider had no idea exactly how important it was to cry out what gender the child was as soon as the sex was visible! “It’s a girl!”
“Brilliant,” Indivara drawled, voice as exhausted as the vague look on her face as she glanced at the infant from where her head was resting in Ryvian’s lap, the older candidate sitting at the head of her bed. She had no idea when he’d moved there. Her gaze shifted to look at Valerian accusingly, “She looks just like you.” The statement was clearly intended as an insult; the child still squished and red from being born was squalling in Par’a’s hands, and looked nothing like anything more than an angry newborn.
“Varlea, and if you don’t like it you can go jump.” The girl wanted nothing so much as to curl up and sleep forever, was dreading having to feed the child, and was awkwardly conscious of T’lian checking her for damage. In the short space of time before T’lian settled the blankets back over her, Indivara was dozing, barely conscious enough to process the soft hum of her friends’ voices as they spoke, and the unhappy baby being settled by Par’a, before the woman was trying to get V’ler to take the child.
She didn’t take the young man seriously in his attempts to get into her pants, figuring it was far more his trying to make her feel desirable than any real desire on his part to actually succeed. So, she played along with him, occasionally batting her eyes or making teasing remarks or exchanging playful gropes. Nothing was ever meant by it, at least on her part, and had she realised he was genuinely interested she likely would have been floored. That, however, didn’t stop the girl feeling guilty for keeping the information about who was the other half of the terrible situation to herself. He was her friend – though that was a good part of why she’d kept it to herself; she really didn’t need him running off and decking V’ler!
“Can’t,” Indivara responded to Ryvian, breath hitching as another contraction rocked through her, clinging to her fellow candidate desperately with a pained moan, bursting into tears again as the pain began to fade once more. Still clinging to him and trying desperately not to fall apart as he guided her back into the hut, the girl staggering and leaning heavily against him, turning to look over her shoulder desperately to see where V’ler had gotten to – he was not getting out of it that easily! “Val?” It was a question, as the girl wiped her wet face, sweat and tears both, against Ryvian’s shirt, before being told to hold still by a new voice.
Startled once more, Indivara peered around Ryvian to stare at Talian for a moment before another contraction hit, and the girl crumpled once more. When would it stop? Someone make it stop! The issue of pain relief was met with desperate demand from Indivara, who just about snatched the bottle from Ryvian when he offered it to her, the girl stomping on his toes to make him hurry up. She then guzzled as much as she could before the bottle was snatched from her once more, and Indivara hit Ryvian in the chest with a weakly fisted hand.
Indivara was not the easiest person to get along with at the best of times; Indivara pregnant had been even more prone to tantrums and tears. Indivara in labour was lucky she didn’t have any strength to throw behind the fists she was quite insistent on pummelling into whichever of the three men was closest at the time, and no balance with which to justify kicking them all where it would hurt them, as much as she was currently hurting. That had never been something that would stop the girl from trying and Indivara proved her point by aiming a kick at T’lian’s face when she’d been shoved back onto the bed, only managing to miss him because of the healer’s quick reflexes. The girl’s gasping quip, something along the lines of ‘useless fucking painkillers’, was her excuse before succumbing to another contraction.
Par’a rocked up at some point, strolling in like there was nothing at all odd with the entire situation, and calmly taking charge of Indivara’s attitude and shoving a leather strip in the girl’s mouth with a wink at the boys as she told her to shut up and bite on it. Par’a’s commentary filled the room as Talian and Indivara worked to birth the baby, and the greenrider prattled on about her own children and the events of their birthing over the top of the girl’s labour induced noise; she’d always known the girl had a set of lungs on her.
Indivara clung to the hands of Ryvian and V’ler, determined to break at least the bluerider’s fingers before she was through. He needed to suffer at least a small part of the pain his thoughtless actions had put her through! Any blame Indivara herself was responsible for bearing were completely outweighed by her desire to blame V’ler for everything; he was the one with the dragon!
~ ~ ~ all the horrible labour straining and yucky stuffs ~ ~ ~
Par’a was the one that took the baby from T’lian, when the young healer had the infant sponged down and swaddled, the woman shamelessly flicking aside the covers to see what gender it was. Clearly the brownrider had no idea exactly how important it was to cry out what gender the child was as soon as the sex was visible! “It’s a girl!”
“Brilliant,” Indivara drawled, voice as exhausted as the vague look on her face as she glanced at the infant from where her head was resting in Ryvian’s lap, the older candidate sitting at the head of her bed. She had no idea when he’d moved there. Her gaze shifted to look at Valerian accusingly, “She looks just like you.” The statement was clearly intended as an insult; the child still squished and red from being born was squalling in Par’a’s hands, and looked nothing like anything more than an angry newborn.
“Varlea, and if you don’t like it you can go jump.” The girl wanted nothing so much as to curl up and sleep forever, was dreading having to feed the child, and was awkwardly conscious of T’lian checking her for damage. In the short space of time before T’lian settled the blankets back over her, Indivara was dozing, barely conscious enough to process the soft hum of her friends’ voices as they spoke, and the unhappy baby being settled by Par’a, before the woman was trying to get V’ler to take the child.
