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Reflections [Kerrin]

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It hadn't even been three whole days, and A'din was waking her daughter up with a gentle shake that morning, her voice apologetic; "The Weyrleader wants to see you this afternoon." Indivara had sat stoically as her mother sorted through clothing options, the woman's stance and attitude tense. The girl didn't bother to say anything. She'd been stitched up, and yesterday she had been allowed to return to her own home so long as she went to the Hall every day to have her stitches checked and the progress monitored. Everyone knew Indivara was a grub, and as she was told - repeatedly - her scarring would be 'minimised' if she avoided infection, didn't pop her stitches, and did not pick her scabs. The girl had stopped listening, after the third healer shoved the same information down her throat sideways, probably hoping to choke her in the process.

When A'din had finished picking what Indivara would wear, and told the child what to say - what not to say! - and to make sure she looked properly miserable! Indivara had given the greenrider a dour look as she walked out the door, waving absently to her younger brother when he cried his good luck to her far too cheerfully, (He wasn't spiteful, he just didn't understand.) and made her way through the tangled mess of huts to the Bathing Houses with her arms carefully hugging the tangled pile of clothing to her stomach. Bathing; another thing she had been lectured about. Don't get them wet, do get them wet, not too cold, not too hot! The girl had no idea what she was meant to listen to, and so she chose the easiest method; a quick bath, practically pouring water over her head in her haste and she avidly avoided touching her face at all. Her chest and shoulders were treated to cautiously, fingers light and delicate as she washed around the areas being held together with thin threads of material. Drying off had been just as timidly approached.

As the sun slowly moved closer to the later afternoon hour that the Weyrleader had apparently specified, Indivara stood before one of the long mirrors provided in the housing. She was dressed in a pair of shaped, loose pants that fell to her ankles in sleek black. She had no idea how her mother had gotten her hands on them, but expected she'd brought them back from a trip North, rather than had them specially made. The child usually lived in hand-me-downs, the only clothing Kerrin would let her wear without snide remarks, not the fancy outfit her mother had put together for her, ruined only by the well worn boots on her feet... Her gaze lifted from her pants to take in the top - delicate blue it brought out the stark colour of her eyes - and was loose, she had brought it in at her narrow hips with a black sash. The neckline was shaped with a wide, low hem that her mother had obviously picked because it gave a shockingly terrible view of the claw marks that raked Indivara's shoulders to vanish under the neckline of her chest. The girl's lip trembled, as she lifted a hand gently and ran a finger as lightly as possible over the raised bumps of the stitchery. So many.

Her finger came to a halt at her neck line, and lifted without thought to her lips, brushing over the stitches that had fixed the slash that had burst right through the middle of both. Her lips were swollen, still, and so tender she was living off mushy goop food, unwilling to exert the facial muscle requirements for chewing on meat and vegetables and fruit. Her finger shifted to the one just under her left eye, tracing the length of it, eyes glassy with unshed tears. Her face was a swollen, stitched up mess and Indivara's shoulder shook as she fought to swallow the desire to cry. The girl wasn't an overly vain creature, and often scoffed when adults told her she was 'pretty' or that she'd be lovely when she grew up. She didn't care; so long as she had her dragon in her future, what were looks worth?

But staring at the horribly scarred monster before her, Indivara's bottom lip trembled as she made a startling discovery. She was hideous.

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Kerrin took a deep breath, finally willing himself to rise from the water of his bath. It had felt nice to revisit the simple pleasure of getting clean after having hermited himself away for so long, but he couldn't linger there all day. Despite the odd time of day for it, was just a matter of time until someone got the mind to take a bath and joined him, and the moody boy still didn't particularly want to see or talk to anyone right then.

It had been a long, hard, and raw three days since the World Above Hatching, and Kerrin had spent the vast majority of it hiding away in his father's hut, curled up in his old bed or at Zhiranth's side when the brown wasn't working, giving him baths and tending to him in his rider's stead. B'ker had indulged this need in his son to cloister himself away in these old and familiar routines of his childhood, but still asked every day when the boy intended to return to the Candidate Barracks, much to the weyrbrat's increasing irritation. Why would he want to go back there, he would always spit with the utmost of contempt. Hanging around with the other failed Candidate's would provide no solace for him; the vast majority of them were Stolen Northern trash anyway. All of them would be whining about going back home, no doubt, something the weyr-bred boy couldn't relate with at all, and quickly grew tired of hearing about. No, their company would be no comfort at all, nor would anyone's as far as he'd been concerned. What would anyone else know of what it felt to be considered one of the Weyr's most promising Candidates for so long, only to be met with solid rejection on Hatching Day?

Of course, on some level that wasn't really buried that far beneath his disappointment and self-pity, Kerrin knew that what both Ayyonth and Zhiranth had told him after the Hatching was right. It hadn't been his fault, they had assured him; none of those dragonets were a good match for him. Ayyonth had even gone so far as to use the words not worthy, though Zhiranth's naturally less dramatic nature had made his reassurances slightly less melodramatic and more a simple statement of, in the older dragon's mind, irrefutable fact. Both beasts knew Kerrin well, and he could trust that they weren't lying just to make him feel better. Shells, he grew up in the Weyr; he knew very well without having to be told that a failure to Impress at one's first Standing didn't necessarily mean that one wasn't suited to a bond with a dragon. Often, was just a matter of circumstances and timing.

That hadn't made watching each of his friends walk off one-by-one with their own dragonet while he was left standing alone any easier, though. Nor did it instill in him any immediate desire to attend the Hatching feast and congratulate new dragonriders who hadn't even want that honor to begin with, and surely didn't even begin to fully appreciate what they had been blessed with that day.

And then there was Indivara, whose blood had covered his Candidate robes that day. He had visited her as soon and as often as he could, though in her initial shock and disorientation it was likely she hadn't noticed that. Still, he had been relieved to hear that the younger weyrbrat would eventually heal without any permanent disability or ill-effect. She would have scars, of course, but she would be able to eat and talk normally once her wounds had completely healed.

Kerrin didn't think he would have been able to handle the days after Hatching at all if the news had been worse. With these thoughts playing over and over again his his tired mind, the weyrbrat and former Candidate toweled off, dressed, tended to his hair... all around making himself look more respectable than he had looked in days. He looked normal, even, though he didn't especially feel it. He'd been running on a natural high in the days leading up to the Hatching, and the emotional crash was proving difficult to claw his way out of.

Ready to take care of the finishing touches on his appearance, the boy made his way to the communal dressing room that housed the bathing houses' coveted full-length mirrors. Seeing the unexpected movement of another body in the room, Kerrin froze for a second, realizing with a moment's dismay that he would not get to finish his routine in the perfect solitude that he'd been aiming for. It was a disappointment that dissipated as soon as the weyrbrat realized who it was standing before the other mirror, though. And she looked good, dressed in a fine pair of pants and a flattering low-cut blouse that brought out the unusual bright blue of her eyes. In fact, the whole outfit was so tasteful that Kerrin was convinced at once that the girl couldn't have possibly chosen it herself, though he wasn't beyond hoping that a compliment would encourage his younger friend to wear such finery more often.

"You look good," the teen said simply, coming up beside her to inspect his own reflection in the other mirror. A small smile played on his lips, though Indivara couldn't possibly know how long it had been since that expression had graced his youthful features. Kerrin left it at that, as he adjusted his vest and knotted belt in his usual style-conscious way, seeming to pay no mind to her stitched-up wounds at all. Why should he? He'd already seen them up close, and the sight was nothing new to him.

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The young Weyrbrat was brought out of her deep thoughts by the soft steps of someone entering the room - though those same steps stopped just as swiftly and while Indivara knew she should feel enraged by such a reaction - should spin around an tear whomever it was apart with her sharp tongue and attitude she was home to - it took all the child's willpower not to burst into tears right on the spot. Obviously, she was now so horrendously marked that even being in the same room as her was terrifying; overwhelmed by all the emotions of the past few days, Indivara was hard pressed not to fall apart at the drop of a hat. Her boast to Valerian weeks earlier had become a past achievement; the girl had spent more time crying over the past three days than she could ever remember giving in to such an act. It was pathetic, and it was disgusting, and yet she hadn't yet been able to make the fire it should ignite stay alight and burn the self pity away with wild fury she was more comfortable with.

The girl brushed cautiously at her right eye, blinking rapidly as she swallowed the lump in her throat and then brushed both hands down her front, smoothing the material of her shirt out. So done, her fingers rose to her hair, the movement stiff and jerking as she fought to enact a motion that was once so easy and natural, as the stitches across her shoulders and chest pulled and objected. Her hands fell in defeat as the other occupant stepped forth and bright blue eyes met amber, the girl's lashes laced with tears, in the reflective glass pane. The right corner of her lips twitched in greeting, the girl resolutely shoving aside her tearful self pity in the face of Kerrin's simple greeting.

"Thanks," her voice was a dry husk, like autumn leaves tumbling in the winter wind, indicating her irked humour at her friend's word choice. The girl barely moved her lips in order to speak, the word slipping out with caution not to what was spoken, or to whom, but how it would affect her physically to say it. Her eyes were narrowed with mild irritation at Kerrin, knowing well and full he was talking about what she was wearing. Were she in a better mood, Indivara might have been inclined to agree that the outfit was nice -- and then follow up with a bland comment about how holes in the knees or dirt on her elbows would make it more comfortable. Except that she couldn't find the energy to do so, and instead she just gave Kerrin a dead, blank look.

Stepping away and crouching down at her pile of clothing (which were much tardier in appearance and hazardously placed in a very Indivara-manner of scrunched up who-gives on the floor) the girl picked up the hairbrush her mother had included and returned to the older weyrbrat's side, her eyes flashing with irritation as a potential frown was warded off by the feeling of unhappily pulled flesh when she moved her arm to brush the dark hair falling in damp tangles down her back. She couldn't even purse her lips - her immediate response - because that hurt too, and Indivara was once more reminded of just how heavily she relied on facial expressions she hadn't been aware she shuffled through so readily.

"Shards!" She hissed quietly, and stamped a foot in sudden and high irritation, thinking better of throwing her arms up in aggravation just before she did so. Frustration darkened her eyes at her inability to express the emotions she wanted to, when she wanted to, and she clenched her teeth. Fighting to keep from kicking her foot through the mirror that reflected so innocently, the cause of her heightened emotions, Indivara threw the brush at it, pulling at those stitches instead.

"I hate dragons!" She hissed vehemently, seeing as clearly through her lie as Kerrin would and knowing full well it wasn't the dragons she hated. She didn't even hold it against the little bronze that had shredded her any more than she regretted sneaking onto the sands. She hated the situation she had found herself in, and she hated it with a wild, burning passion that had previously been struggling to rear its head passed her moping, crying distress. She glared at the brush, having dropped at the base of the mirror as she cradled her arm, sulking angrily as the tender stitching objected to the motion she'd forced it through. The stupid brush hadn't even had the decency to break the glass!

Indivara had no idea how Kerrin would handle her crying. She did, however, know how he'd respond to that her throwing a tantrum - something she'd done regularly since they'd first met - it would be nothing new, for the spirited girl to break things, kick things or swear with words she shouldn't know. That she hadn't managed to break the mirror, or that Kerrin's shins were not being kicked at, would be a far keener indication of her distress than crying, anyway. Indivara glared at herself in the mirror; maybe if she stared hard enough, it would shatter, since she was unwilling to risk cutting her feet open, too, by kicking it.

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Kerrin, as always, was a notoriously self-absorbed boy; he had not even considered the inappropriateness of his greeting to the injured girl until he picked up on the dry note of irritation in the single word she breathed in reply. When he did, though, he paused, an awkward silence befalling him as he remembered that - oh yeah - Indivara was horribly disfigured, or at least would be once those stitches were out and the wounds were left to form scars over the formerly flawless skin of her finely-featured face. He hadn't remembered that, though, because he didn't really care... his friend was alive and was going to be okay and after that he'd pretty much fallen into the deep pit of his own self-pity and hadn't given it much thought beyond that. So what was he supposed to say? Amber eyes stared into icily narrowed blue via their reflections, and in the end, he said nothing.

Silence was very rarely Kerrin's answer to anything, even situations like this one. But then, he had been feeling out of sorts lately, and not at all like his usual self. He guessed Indivara was feeling much the same, as he waited expectantly for her usual physical or verbal lashing for his lack of consideration, or at least some snide remark about his shallow focus on her clothing when that was really the very last thing that should have mattered right then... and nothing of the sort spilled from her trembling lips. Instead she lashed out at the mirror, hurtling her brush at its fragile glass surface, which seemed to stubbornly mocked the futility of her efforts to express her anger by not breaking. Kerrin still winced at the clatter of brush against glass as if he'd been physically struck himself, as reflective surfaces of any kind were a hot commodity at Katila Weyr, and the target of Indivara's rage was one of very few sizable examples on the entire Southern Continent.

How many dragonriders would have been inconsolably upset at the blow to their vanity had she had shattered it? Nevermind how inconsolable he would be. With no dragon to call his own, the sharding bath house mirrors were one of the few joys he had left to look forward to for the next turn or three!

Somehow he managed to hear her curse over his concern for where he would be able to look at himself, however, and Indivara was met with a wide-eyed stare for a few brief seconds before Kerrin realized the true focus of her anger.  Of course. There was no way Indivara could hate dragon-kind any more than he could, but with no one to blame but themselves for their own rotten situations, where else could they channel their frustrations? With a deep but quiet sigh, and then a wry, humorless grin playing lightly on his lips, the older weyrbrat nodded his agreement. "Yeah," he said, kneeling a moment to pick her brush up from the floor. When he rose, he was standing behind her, his fingers gently pulling her long, wet hair back behind her shoulders. "I hate them too."

Kerrin didn't know how Indivara would react when he began to carefully run the hairbrush through a lock of her dark, tangled hair, starting at the ends where the knots were easiest to work out and slowly working his way up the long strands. She was a fiercely independent girl, after all, and for that matter the older weyrbrat didn't often go out of his way to do anything nice or helpful for others - even, if not especially, Indivara - so he had no precedent to work on. If she wanted to turn around and smack him, though, she could. He was pretty used to that. 

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Written By: ThistleProse
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She should turn around and lash out, she should scream and punch and kick and rip through the Weyr like a miniature storm of wild fury. It's was was expected of her, after all. Indivara was known to be a wild card by those that knew her, and even by some few that didn't. She was intelligent, and disciplined, but she was also pig headed and obnoxious and determined to get what she wanted, when she wanted it. Like the weyrbred standing beside her, Indivara had been convinced there was a dragonet in that clutch for her, and that despite everything, she would walk away with one of her own. To discover that she was not only denied a dragonet, but also required to live with that rejection scared upon her face for the remainder of her life...

The girl's lower lip trembled, the motion uncontrollable despite the pain it elicted in the stitching that held her lip in one piece after Hoth's sharp little claws had halved it and its partner those few nights ago. She'd had nightmares each night since; woken up from her faint mid-scream to jerk into the Masterhealer's arms with fear and horror, unable to control herself or her reaction. The scene was burned into her memories with an intensity Indivara hadn't been aware memories were capable of containing. Her mother had told her it would fade given time, when Indivara had woken up the little household with a horrified shriek in the middle of the previous night. Indivara wasn't so sure but she wasn't willing to confide such a horror to her mother, unwilling to talk about how she feared not any dragon or dragonet - not even the bronze that had sliced her up so terribly - and yet, would wake screaming in fear and doused in sweat in the middle of the night when she relived the situation.

She couldn't be afraid. Dragonets didn't Impress the fearful or the pitiful, they left them standing clutch after clutch to watch years worth of friends grow and bond and join a life that would never be theirs. Indivara was not afraid of dragons! The girl's spine straightened, and her lip quieted its twitching for a moment as she took a deep breath in through her nose, her entire body expanding with it. She held it, before releasing the breath in a deep sigh a moment later, blue eyes softening for a moment as she felt a smile flicker as humourlessly as Kerrin's laugh had been at his response. Fingers flexed, preparing to offer her hand to take the thrown brush back, when Kerrin appeared behind her, and took control of her hair.

The younger weyrbrat froze, her poster stiffening as huge blue eyes stared at Kerrin in the mirror. The odd action from her long time friend floored the girl, and in her shock, she was unable to form a reaction. Her eyes narrowed irritably as the amber eyed boy continued his careful handling of hair. After a moment more, Indivara tilted her chin up slightly in an arrogant manner, her eyes hard as she stared at him through their reflections. She had, apparently, decided to let him finish what he had started, though the decidedly dangerous expression on her face made it known she would kick him in the shins if he said one smart thing. "Can you braid?" She demanded, her voice whispery, though she faltered audibly on the final word, the combination of sounds requiring more manipulation than the stitchery on her lips would allow for.

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A few seconds passed, and by then Kerrin was fairly certain that the attack some part of him had been expecting wasn't going to come. After all, Indivara's reactions to things - physical or otherwise - were very rarely tempered by such notions as hesitation or respect for her older peers, and therefore the boy felt fairly confident once he'd already brushed several tangles from the long, wet hair that if he had overstepped his boundaries boldly enough to set himself up for a kick in the shins or a punch to the gut, it would have already been delivered. That hunch was answered when he glanced back into the mirror to see the proud upward tilt of Indivara's head, a sure sign that she would deign to tolerate his meddling in her affairs - this time. Only an idiot would miss the clear warning in the narrowing of her eyes, though Kerrin was familiar enough with that look and the girl who delivered it to answer her with little more than an affable smirk.

Faranth help him, but for all the abuse he took from Indivara on a regular basis there was just something about that defiant attitude of hers that he could appreciate. Sure, with both of them so headstrong they naturally bickered often, particularly now that the girl had seemingly matured out of her babyhood idolization of him and grown instead into something of a respectable accomplice and rival. But no matter what happened between them, at least Kerrin would always know when he was crossing a line with Indivara. She wasn't the hypersensitive sort of child who would hold a grudge or silently stew in her offense over some stupid thing he'd said or done - and he'd said and done plenty that might've ruined his standing with a less presumptuous girl. Nor was she the type  to hide her displeasure with him behind fake smiles and little white lies while the problem grew worse and worse. No, Indivara always lashed out immediately, venting her rage in terms that anyone could understand: a scream, a punch, a curse, a kick. She never held back.

But then she would forgive him. She even called him a friend.

Indeed, Kerrin was quick to decide that it was good to see a little bit of that same relentless spirit returning to bright blue eyes. Somehow that dangerous glare of warning being narrowed on him made him feel inexplicably relaxed about the whole thing. If Indivara could survive such a brutal mauling and still be Indivara, then surely he could survive the brief humiliation of not Impressing and still be Kerrin. Shells, he was sure the adults probably had something or other to say about coming out of their respective ordeals stronger for it, or whatever.

"Indivara," he said, in a rare but smoothly delivered use of her full name as he tossed her a confident grin via the mirror's reflection. It was a look that had been too long absent from his features, but the boy didn't seem to notice the ease with which it had come out of hiding when presented with an opportunity to tease his dear friend. "You see me braid leather all the time. How different can it be?" Dutifully, Kerrin began to divide the length her hair into sections as he brushed it smooth. Just a simple braid? No problem. He could do fancier work in his sleep.

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Indivara resisted the urge to arch her eyebrows at the older boy, for she knew from the simple twitch before the motion could even be carried out that it would hurt far too much to carry through with it. Instead, she gave him a very flat look in the mirror and wondered when she could take some more painkillers, for she was pretty sure kerrin was making her head ache on the inside as well as where the stitchery was beginning to throb insistently. Her numbweed and fellis was obviously wearing off, and whatever other pain medication Talian currently had prescribed for her.

"Does 'y hair," Indivara asked very carefully, speaking through her teeth in order to avoid moving her lips or facial features at all, and as such, found she could for the most part be well understood. She noted it added to the particularly irritable expression that was currently at home in the eyes of her reflection - not, of course, that she was looking to see if she looked intimi- Whatever, it looked brilliant, although she personally could have done without the bruises and stitches. She looked like she'd been in a hell of a fight and come out a very sore loser and she never lost a fight! "Look like leather?" Her hair was nothing like the strips of dead animals Kerrin was so fond of playing with!

Sniffing with disdainful irritation, Indivara took to examining her face with a sour expression. She didn't like it, but had been given little hope that they would fade very well. Looks had never been all that high on her list of important things, and she often made digs at Kerrin about being so concerned about how he looked. But she had at least had the potential to look pretty! (Well, her mother said so and sometimes if Kerrin was in an odd mood he would insinuate as much in his round-a-bout way) But now? Indivara held no illusions as to ever  being considered pretty. Horrific, oh sure. But attractive was, in her opinion, scratched off the list with the little bronze's sharp claws. She wasn't sure why it even mattered, she'd never cared before, so why start now? Perhaps because it is no longer even an option, she decided, cutting her gaze away from her own reflection to resume glaring at Kerrin.

"Tine?" She asked suddenly, meeting Kerrin's gaze in the mirror with a frown. Her mother would not be impressed with her if she were late to see the Weyrleader, and Indivara had no idea how long she had spent in the bath house. A long time, she knew that much at least, but whether she had plenty of time left or not was questionable. Of course, the girl didn't really give two hoots or a green whether she was on time to see the Weyrleader. She knew she was in for a long lecture, some form of punishment, and to be dismissed to go back home again. None of them things she was in any quick hurry to live through. "Eh," she shrugged slightly, but stopped swiftly, when it pulled at her shoulders and chest, using the mild movement and the sound to indicate that, actually, she didn't care what the time was.

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