13.Nov.16, 12:46 AM
Indivara laughed at Vydoriath’s delight, and tossed a wink at Venseth, knowing that they had snagged the pair for company whether R’vi wanted to go along with it or not. She wasn’t let down when R’vi did agree, and Indivara was in the process of grinning at the prospect when he had to go and ruin it by insulting her. Eyebrows drew in above her eyes, which narrowed in offense.
“Really?” she drawled, removing a chunk of pie with a vicious stab of her fork and shoving it in her mouth. She continued to glare at R’vi while she ate, grumbling to herself (and Venseth) about what a cocky piece of shit R’vi was, and how he’d be eating humble pie while he still had a stomach full of bubbly pie. Venseth didn’t bother to hide his own amusement as he rumbled with laughter from his sandy pit not far away.
“Oh shut up,” Indivara finally snapped, turning to glare at Venseth – who just rumbled with more laughter and very little apology. “Really? You’re supposed to be on my side!”
I’m always on your side, love. But I’m not blind, nor am I deaf. Now, are you going to take up that head start? I have straps to wear and I believe you need to braid your hair.
Tossing her fork onto the plate that was now missing a great deal of pie, Indivara leaned forward and into R’vi’s space and stared at him for a few moments, before lifting her hand and flicking him on the nose. Standing up fluidly, Indivara flounced over to her pile of gear and began the process of dusting sand off her legs so she could pull her pants on. Clasping them, she wrapped her hair up into a bun, and tied it carefully so it would – hopefully – not fall loose for some time. Her boots were set aside for the time being, while she struggled to gear Venseth up; despite his assistance, he was quite big and she was still quite small and throwing a length of leather over a huge dragon was no small task.
When she’d finally finished gearing up her dragon, Indivara dusted off her feet and pulled on her boots, turning when she was done to see what R’vi was up to – half expecting to see him atop his dragon and waiting for her, and half expecting to see him still on the sand stuffing pie crumbs in his obnoxious mouth.
Such a loving friend, Venseth laughed, kneeling down so Indivara could mount up.
“Really?” she drawled, removing a chunk of pie with a vicious stab of her fork and shoving it in her mouth. She continued to glare at R’vi while she ate, grumbling to herself (and Venseth) about what a cocky piece of shit R’vi was, and how he’d be eating humble pie while he still had a stomach full of bubbly pie. Venseth didn’t bother to hide his own amusement as he rumbled with laughter from his sandy pit not far away.
“Oh shut up,” Indivara finally snapped, turning to glare at Venseth – who just rumbled with more laughter and very little apology. “Really? You’re supposed to be on my side!”
Tossing her fork onto the plate that was now missing a great deal of pie, Indivara leaned forward and into R’vi’s space and stared at him for a few moments, before lifting her hand and flicking him on the nose. Standing up fluidly, Indivara flounced over to her pile of gear and began the process of dusting sand off her legs so she could pull her pants on. Clasping them, she wrapped her hair up into a bun, and tied it carefully so it would – hopefully – not fall loose for some time. Her boots were set aside for the time being, while she struggled to gear Venseth up; despite his assistance, he was quite big and she was still quite small and throwing a length of leather over a huge dragon was no small task.
When she’d finally finished gearing up her dragon, Indivara dusted off her feet and pulled on her boots, turning when she was done to see what R’vi was up to – half expecting to see him atop his dragon and waiting for her, and half expecting to see him still on the sand stuffing pie crumbs in his obnoxious mouth.