17.Apr.14, 04:33 PM
Indivara's expression flattened, her eyes narrowing as she glared at R'vi, lips twisting with disgust. She had heard as much gossip about R'vi, N'vian and their various habits as anyone else within the Weyr, both things she found believable, and things that she was quite certain were the wishful fantasies of men and women both. She knew the twins were sluts, and she'd known they were into rather interesting things, but to hear the other weyrbrat state such without so much as a pause and certainly without shame, made Indivara's hackles raise. The words she was going to spit at her fellow weyrling were swallowed, and instead she hissed between her teeth as he picked up the conversation without giving her room to get any words in – or at least, not any that he'd hear.
Indivara sneered. “You weren't Impressed when she started,” she pointed out, “N'vian was. She'd have expected you to get bronze and you were still available to fuck.” N'vian was as out of the equation at that point in time, as R'vi was now. Indivara's attack on dragon colours was pitiless, and as blunt as ever. She rolled her eyes and snorted. “Goldriders are completely capable of keeping pet blueriders.” She added, not bothering to name but clearly referring to Rhaedalyn and Z'ia.
“You're such a fucking idiot,” Indivara hissed, throwing a hand out in disgust and frustration – and accidentally hitting Venseth square in the face, making both girl and dragonet yelp in surprise and pain. Eyes wide, Indivara twisted and dropped to her knees, petting Venseth gently on the face and muttering softly as she soothed him; she completely missed the way he gave R'vi a pointed look over her shoulder. He would have spoken, but he hadn't mastered his volume or control yet.
Indivara sneered. “You weren't Impressed when she started,” she pointed out, “N'vian was. She'd have expected you to get bronze and you were still available to fuck.” N'vian was as out of the equation at that point in time, as R'vi was now. Indivara's attack on dragon colours was pitiless, and as blunt as ever. She rolled her eyes and snorted. “Goldriders are completely capable of keeping pet blueriders.” She added, not bothering to name but clearly referring to Rhaedalyn and Z'ia.
“You're such a fucking idiot,” Indivara hissed, throwing a hand out in disgust and frustration – and accidentally hitting Venseth square in the face, making both girl and dragonet yelp in surprise and pain. Eyes wide, Indivara twisted and dropped to her knees, petting Venseth gently on the face and muttering softly as she soothed him; she completely missed the way he gave R'vi a pointed look over her shoulder. He would have spoken, but he hadn't mastered his volume or control yet.