Sinking [Invite]

The silence was long, and drawn out, but Indivara displayed unusual patience as she stood waiting for Rhaedalyn to answer her question. The response to her comment about Rhaedalyn’s hair had left Indivara suddenly thankful she herself had slept through the most dramatic of the recent event. Her own hair was something Indivara tended to with a quiet pride that would likely have surprised many people to know of. She was brass, and often came across as completely uncaring about her appearance, but Indivara loved the long, silky strands of dark brown – almost black – hair. Reaching easily to her hips, and well maintained (mostly by Kerrin), Indivara considered her hair to quite easily be her best feature – which in and of itself, was a reason she never mentioned it to anyone.

To have some hag hack it all off though. Indivara resisted the urge to pull the heavy braid her hair was presently woven into over her shoulder and pet it reassuringly. While she was self-centred enough not to care nor consider the fact that Rhaedalyn might view such an action as a means of being a bitch and rubbing in her own luscious locks compared to that which the goldrider had lost, Indivara rather refrained because she did not want to make a weakness known. Rhaedalyn was a spineless twit and wouldn’t use something like that against her, but Indivara didn’t trust as far as her tiny foot could kick Grith and she knew someone would likely hear of it and exploit it. Someone like S’kef, for example, or a grumpy Weyrlingmaster, or Faranth only knew.

A sudden frown furrowed Indivara’s brows at the mentioning of Tsuen and the deathbed the woman rested on. Indivara had always considered the silly old twat as wound up as one of B’jin’s guitar strings, but she wasn’t quite sure how she felt about the woman biting the dust. She was the reason Indivara could call herself a born and bred Katilan, and she knew that many of the Weyrfolk were anxious to return to the North. With Tsuen gone, Indivara could only imagine that such gossip would be put into active steps and she was not at all sure she liked the idea of going North. It sounded cold, and Indivara detested being cold!

“Help?” Indivara latched onto the one word that did not seem to make much sense in the context of the answer. Nirinath had been keeping that command in place by herself for many years, Indivara knew – mostly through listening to Jada bitch about whatever lesson she’d had her brains filled with – and if Nirinath could do it by herself, why would Aradissicath need ‘help’, or to help? Her eyebrows furrowed a little more as she eyed Rhaedalyn, gaze shifting to Aradissicath and then back again. If Tsuen died, Nirinath would go between, and that would leave them without a Weyrwoman.

Indivara knew about Weyr hierarchy, and knew the Weyrwoman herself didn’t carry any weight worth breathing on (which was why she was more interested in a bronze and Weyrleader. Hello!), but the broad’s dragon generally had the get-go required to be a commanding bitch, and Indivara assumed the human influence gave her further control over the other golds. It was probably the only benefit to a great fat lump of a so-called dragon – seriously; what kind of dragon couldn’t breathe fire? Nevertheless, they would be left with what… half a dozen baby gold dragons and their useless riders.

Indivara snorted, both amused and disgusted that S’kef had already stepped in to take control. Maybe they would not be abandoning what was left of the Weyr so soon, then, if he was forcing the gold dragons to upkeep Nirinath’s command. Indivara would admit surprise to that – it was not like there was much of the fucking Weyr left, anyway – but she wasn’t at all saddened by the idea. Of course, the rest of the Weyr probably would have something to say about it. At any rate, “Why can’t you do it?” She really did not see what the issue was. All Aradissicath had to do was be bossy, and from what Indivara had seen of the various golds, they were far too abundant in that particular trait.