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20.Jan.14, 12:57 PM
Indivara released her hold on Ryvian carefully, putting a little space between them as his attention was called away by his dragon, though her hand remained lightly on his upper arm, her own gaze shifting to look at Venseth as he peered around for more food before digging in happily to the new bucket he was presented with. Indivara nodded slightly at the assistant that had brought it over, before raising her eyebrows slightly at Venseth as he shoved his muzzle in the bucket and began eating happily. “Pig.”
Hatching is hard work, Venseth pointed out reasonably as he peered up at Indivara with one eye over the rim of the bucket. You know this, he added, finding traces of Indivara’s memories of giving birth, and the squalling child afterwards; his comment unintentionally caused the girl to bring them forward and he ‘watched’ them curiously before snorting softly and lowering his muzzle back into the bucket. Indivara gave Venseth a flat look and shook her head. She had been around enough hatchings since Nirinath had started clutching to know baby dragons were starving minions of doom, without having to go through that damned pregnancy.
“Hrm?” Indivara turned her droll look from Venseth to look up at Ryvian with raised eyebrows when he started speaking but fell off. The light kiss startled her, and Indivara’s eyes widened dramatically as her face flushed hotly and she dropped her eyes, looking first at their feet before determinedly turning to look at Venseth as if nothing had happened. The hand on her friend’s arm fell off reluctantly, and Indivara crossed her arms over her chest. It was a defensive stance that made her look grumpy, the actions were entirely done to hide the fact that her hands were shaking and she was trying desperately to hold back the flood of memories that Venseth was definitely not old enough to play party to.
The young blue had forgotten his meal, or what was left of it, as he stared avidly up at Indivara, eyes oddly emotionally-stable in a bland and non-revealing green as he shifted his attention to Ryvian for a moment, then back to Indivara. He blinked, and almost seemed as if he would say something; while neither he nor Indivara were entirely certain on what he would say, the sudden terror that radiated from Indivara shut the dragonet up before anything was brought forth. Venseth would have frowned, had he been able to, and studied Indivara for a moment longer before wisely changing the subject.I have an itch.
Relief etched swiftly over Indivara’s face, before vanishing into an amused grin as she waved down an assistant with some oil and threw a dry cloth at Ryvian, aiming at his face. “If this is a dream,” Indivara’s voice was cheerful as she dunked the cloth and half her arm in the bucket of oil, “then it’s a pretty vivid one! Mine are usually really pathetic.” Well, her dreams were – her nightmares were atrociously vivid! Venseth glanced at her again, but could tell that would be a touchy subject too. He crooned happily, more than a little pleased with the puzzle his lifemate was clearly proving to be, before the sound turned into a sigh of delight as oil was smeared over a drying patch.
Indivara giggled in a particularly girly way, and shook her head. Using her forearm to push a few stray strands of hair off her face, blue eyes sought out Ryvian’s face. “What did he call you?” She nodded towards the dragonet, and arched an eyebrow at her friend. “R’vian?” There was a flurry of half-hidden emotions lingering in the way she said the name; Indivara had not been overly impressed by Skorzanth’s choice of name for his lifemate, but then again, many of the other options would have put N’vian more in league with R’nd… The girl smirked wickedly. “Or perhaps R’an?” She wasn’t sure what would be worse; being called ‘ran’ or being called ‘nan’.
Venseth licked his lips as he finished the last of his meat, nosing around in the bucket for more, just in case it magically refilled, before sighing softly and turning to look over his shoulder at Indivara.Now what? the girl’s mind was all jumbled and Venseth couldn’t make heads or tails of what was flashing through it now!
“Hrm?” Indivara turned her droll look from Venseth to look up at Ryvian with raised eyebrows when he started speaking but fell off. The light kiss startled her, and Indivara’s eyes widened dramatically as her face flushed hotly and she dropped her eyes, looking first at their feet before determinedly turning to look at Venseth as if nothing had happened. The hand on her friend’s arm fell off reluctantly, and Indivara crossed her arms over her chest. It was a defensive stance that made her look grumpy, the actions were entirely done to hide the fact that her hands were shaking and she was trying desperately to hold back the flood of memories that Venseth was definitely not old enough to play party to.
The young blue had forgotten his meal, or what was left of it, as he stared avidly up at Indivara, eyes oddly emotionally-stable in a bland and non-revealing green as he shifted his attention to Ryvian for a moment, then back to Indivara. He blinked, and almost seemed as if he would say something; while neither he nor Indivara were entirely certain on what he would say, the sudden terror that radiated from Indivara shut the dragonet up before anything was brought forth. Venseth would have frowned, had he been able to, and studied Indivara for a moment longer before wisely changing the subject.
Relief etched swiftly over Indivara’s face, before vanishing into an amused grin as she waved down an assistant with some oil and threw a dry cloth at Ryvian, aiming at his face. “If this is a dream,” Indivara’s voice was cheerful as she dunked the cloth and half her arm in the bucket of oil, “then it’s a pretty vivid one! Mine are usually really pathetic.” Well, her dreams were – her nightmares were atrociously vivid! Venseth glanced at her again, but could tell that would be a touchy subject too. He crooned happily, more than a little pleased with the puzzle his lifemate was clearly proving to be, before the sound turned into a sigh of delight as oil was smeared over a drying patch.
Indivara giggled in a particularly girly way, and shook her head. Using her forearm to push a few stray strands of hair off her face, blue eyes sought out Ryvian’s face. “What did he call you?” She nodded towards the dragonet, and arched an eyebrow at her friend. “R’vian?” There was a flurry of half-hidden emotions lingering in the way she said the name; Indivara had not been overly impressed by Skorzanth’s choice of name for his lifemate, but then again, many of the other options would have put N’vian more in league with R’nd… The girl smirked wickedly. “Or perhaps R’an?” She wasn’t sure what would be worse; being called ‘ran’ or being called ‘nan’.
Venseth licked his lips as he finished the last of his meat, nosing around in the bucket for more, just in case it magically refilled, before sighing softly and turning to look over his shoulder at Indivara.
