In For a Surprise [Indivara]

Indivara hadn’t meant to be late, and she was certainly irked that she was, but it was almost worth it. Kind of, maybe… Kerrin had grabbed her as she was making her way out to find R’vi, and dragged her back to his room so he could force her to put on the new outfit he was making – simple shirt and pants – so she wouldn’t look like such a drowned rat in the oversized clothing she’d resorted to stealing off her friends. The landslide had taken her clothing, when it took her family and their home. Unfortunately, Kerrin (Indivara didn’t think she’d ever called him by his honorific, not when he was more girl than she was and girl’s didn’t get honorifics anymore!) got carried away and after being first accidentally and then purposefully stabbed with pins for moving too much, Indivara had suffered through her fate – and being late – with filthy glares. Venseth had watched curiously.

When she had finally been released by the little green bitch from hell, Indivara had kicked Kerrin’s shin – just to make sure there was no question about her displeasure with being delayed – and the girl had fled, almost too fast for Venseth to keep up. After she was sure she was not going to be nabbed by anyone else, Indivara had settled into a more dragonet-friendly pace, though her strides were bouncy and almost skipping. Her dragonet considered her curiously, as he trotted along.

Why are you so pleased? A moment ago, Indivara had been a ball of fury, ready to kill; now she was just about ecstatic with glee. While Venseth had quickly learned that such mood changes were perfectly natural for Indivara, her bubbling and smug pleasure was slightly strange. But just slightly. The sly, wicked look he got in answer from the girl warned that nothing good was going to come of this adventure, and Venseth sighed softly. While Indivara’s mind was a perfectly open book for the dragonet, he was smart enough to know when he was supposed to be surprised, too, even if he was somewhat worried about what kind of trouble was about to be caused.

Leaving Venseth to pick his way over at his own pace, Indivara dashed ahead, and after some very quick mental calculations, threw herself over the top of Vydoriath and onto R’vi, sending them both crashing to the ground, miraculously without any injuries. With R’vi suitably detained, Indivara sat up, perched on his stomach as Venseth trotted the last of the way over, and peered down at them both with a shake of his head. Turning, he made his way to a nice shady spot, and lay down calmly, watching curiously to see what Indivara was up to.

Patting R’vi on the chest, Indivara made herself comfortable with very little regard to how uncomfortable her friend must be sprawled on the ground, probably with rocks and sticks poking him all over the place, and peered down her nose at him, looking insufferably smug. “I have a present for you,” the tone of her voice was somewhere between sing-song and smirk, and promised he wouldn’t like it. “I don’t need it anymore, but apparently you will, soon enough.” If there was a slight edge to her words, it was lost in the malicious smirk that formed on her lips, as Indivara produced a small item from her pocket. Dropping the very delicate and soft blanket she’d used for Varlea over R’vi’s face, Indivara stood up with a sneer he wouldn’t see and stepped back two or three paces, arms crossing over her chest.

Indivara had no idea if Tavynia had managed to corner R’vi yet, or if he would be utterly confused by her actions, but Indivara knew whatever the response, it would be well worth the effort. She’d found the blonde bimbo hurling her guts up a few days prior, and, after pointing out she had puke in her hair (which Indivara didn’t actually know if she did, she hadn’t gotten that close) it hadn’t been hard to put the pieces together. Tavynia would not have ever looked that smug if she was battling with a tummy virus.

Of course, Indivara was certain the stupid bitch thought getting pregnant would win her points with Ryvian, which the girl found hysterical. R’vi was many things, but Indivara had a lot of trouble with the idea of pinning fatherhood on him, never mind dedicated mate or whatever the blonde bitch had prancing around her air-filled head. Maybe when R’vi was older, maybe, but Tavynia should have angled at N’vian if she wanted someone who would bow to more traditional expectations!

Venseth watched on, his expression displaying his disapproval for Indivara’s actions and attitude, though he refrained from speaking; he hadn’t mastered the ability to make sure R’vi and Vydoriath didn’t hear him, and Indivara could be unreasonable, particularly when embarrassed.