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20.Jul.13, 09:53 AM
Indivara gave a wicked giggle at the very inelegant sound that left Ryvian’s mouth, the girl dissolving into almost as much laughter as the weyrbrat she was attacking before she was bucked across the bed. Laughing breathily, Indivara flopped onto her back and brushed her skirts down, turning sparkling blue eyes to peer at Ryvian through the lacklustre light in the room. “Indivara,” she corrected, flashing a feral grin at the squeaky tone.
“Hah!” Indivara’s response was a mocking laugh, and she gave Ryvian a superior look, though her face flushed crimson under the expression as she sat up fluidly and rearranged her skirt uncomfortably as she curled her legs under herself; she should have worn pants, but the visit hadn’t been planned! The girl had composed herself by the time she looked up from the task, and the smug look was back on her face. “You’ve been sleeping in for years,” Indivara pointed out, eyebrows rising as she met Ryvian’s eyes with determination.
“Kerrin said you haven’t been out much lately.” She studied his face, her expression carefully neutral. She knew she did not need to explain that if she was catching up on gossip with Kerrin, than she had been out of commission herself for a while. Par’a was Indivara’s other go-to source for information and updates, but with the woman taking Varlea; Indivara had not wanted to tempt her to give the child back by hanging around longer than necessary!
Indivara considered Ryvian for several long moments with quiet intensity, before inching across the bed to be closer to him, a frown taking over her eyebrows and drawing them together. It did not take a genius to figure out what the major upsetting factor in Ryvian’s life at present, but Indivara was not quite sure how to go about handling it. She pursed her lips for a few moments before speaking firmly. “You will Impress, you know. Not because Ny did, either. Because a dragon will want you.” Raising a hand, Indivara gave Ryvian a sharp jab in the centre of the chest with one small pointer-finger, expression serious.
The girl had her own doubts about Impression, mostly her own, but she knew her friend would definitely Impress one day soon – if only because Kerrin had, and if he could Impress, well, anyone could! Never mind all the Northern raised idiots running around with dragons attached at the hip and they didn’t even want one! It really was only a matter of time before Ryvian got his dragon, and if she had to poke his chest black and blue to make him stop sulking like a spoiled child, well, Indivara was prepared to do that. She would try being nice first, but she was not putting money on that working!
“Hah!” Indivara’s response was a mocking laugh, and she gave Ryvian a superior look, though her face flushed crimson under the expression as she sat up fluidly and rearranged her skirt uncomfortably as she curled her legs under herself; she should have worn pants, but the visit hadn’t been planned! The girl had composed herself by the time she looked up from the task, and the smug look was back on her face. “You’ve been sleeping in for years,” Indivara pointed out, eyebrows rising as she met Ryvian’s eyes with determination.
“Kerrin said you haven’t been out much lately.” She studied his face, her expression carefully neutral. She knew she did not need to explain that if she was catching up on gossip with Kerrin, than she had been out of commission herself for a while. Par’a was Indivara’s other go-to source for information and updates, but with the woman taking Varlea; Indivara had not wanted to tempt her to give the child back by hanging around longer than necessary!
Indivara considered Ryvian for several long moments with quiet intensity, before inching across the bed to be closer to him, a frown taking over her eyebrows and drawing them together. It did not take a genius to figure out what the major upsetting factor in Ryvian’s life at present, but Indivara was not quite sure how to go about handling it. She pursed her lips for a few moments before speaking firmly. “You will Impress, you know. Not because Ny did, either. Because a dragon will want you.” Raising a hand, Indivara gave Ryvian a sharp jab in the centre of the chest with one small pointer-finger, expression serious.
The girl had her own doubts about Impression, mostly her own, but she knew her friend would definitely Impress one day soon – if only because Kerrin had, and if he could Impress, well, anyone could! Never mind all the Northern raised idiots running around with dragons attached at the hip and they didn’t even want one! It really was only a matter of time before Ryvian got his dragon, and if she had to poke his chest black and blue to make him stop sulking like a spoiled child, well, Indivara was prepared to do that. She would try being nice first, but she was not putting money on that working!
