21.Mar.14, 09:28 AM
Indivara turned frowning blue eyes upon Aradissicath when the young gold’s voice penetrated her mind without invitation. Saph and Queenie both curled their lips up at the intrusion, throwing out breathy and vicious hisses as their eyes swirled suddenly and unhappily red. There was no welcome in either firelizard, and no invitation for Aradissicath to renter Indivara’s mind; the girl did not think that would prove the least bit daunting to the dragon. Saph puffed up indignantly, but kept his irritability to himself; Queenie was not so quiet, her lips twitching at Aradissicath, revealing her pointy little teeth.
Indivara scowled, her lips pursing before she started to demand what, exactly, was the problem then, but Rhaedalyn answered the question before the girl could actually ask it. Indivara’s frown deepened. “That’s stupid,” Indivara snorted, her tone condescending as she crossed her arms before her, and rocked back on her heels irritably. On her shoulder, Queenie sneered and then turned her attention to grooming her wings. “That great lump there chose you; she wouldn’t have done that if there was something wrong with you.” A backhanded compliment, but coming from Indivara, it was definitely a compliment. Sort of.
Rolling her eyes, Indivara snorted. “No one has been, by the way. Have you stayed up past nightfall, when everyone thinks everyone else is asleep? No one is sleeping, and no one is strong or focused.” She indicated the Weyr at large – or what shitty remains were left of it, at any rate. There was not a whole lot to be strong or focused about. “People are just surviving.” It was what they were good at, after all. Surviving.
Indivara scowled, her lips pursing before she started to demand what, exactly, was the problem then, but Rhaedalyn answered the question before the girl could actually ask it. Indivara’s frown deepened. “That’s stupid,” Indivara snorted, her tone condescending as she crossed her arms before her, and rocked back on her heels irritably. On her shoulder, Queenie sneered and then turned her attention to grooming her wings. “That great lump there chose you; she wouldn’t have done that if there was something wrong with you.” A backhanded compliment, but coming from Indivara, it was definitely a compliment. Sort of.
Rolling her eyes, Indivara snorted. “No one has been, by the way. Have you stayed up past nightfall, when everyone thinks everyone else is asleep? No one is sleeping, and no one is strong or focused.” She indicated the Weyr at large – or what shitty remains were left of it, at any rate. There was not a whole lot to be strong or focused about. “People are just surviving.” It was what they were good at, after all. Surviving.