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30.Mar.12, 07:59 AM
Indivara had been hearing it all, from the moment she became conscious after Talian had arrived on the scene, to every time she turned around. For the most part, it didn't bother her - the people that started in on her first where those that mattered most and it was important for them to be seen to scold her, embrace her and freak out. Indivara drew lines when random members of the Weyr started in on her, however, and she was pretty sure the next person that gave her that look was going to get a face full of her own personal claws. A girl could only take so much, before losing the plot.
The child wasn't afraid of the dragon that had sliced her face - though she had yet to meet him again - but not because the encounter wasn't frightful. The girl's nightmares spoke volumes for the suppressed emotions and feeling she was carefully hiding not only from others but also from herself. She was, simply, determined not to be afraid. UnImpressed dragonets were dangerous - everyone knew that. UnImpressed dragonets were wild with need, and would do outrageous things. While she didn't doubt the fact that Hoth (she had learned his name early) would be a dragon with a streak in him that was unsavoury, she was also well aware that the likely hood of the little bronze adding to her collection of scars-to-be was incredibly unlikely. Dragons just didn't maul people for the fun of it. Even the horrible Larrikith was only heartlessly rough when distressed.
Indivara giggled at Krypth's delighted word, and the confused response it elicted from her rider, shooting Jada a sly look from the corner of her eye, Indivara's lips twitched playfully but didn't form the smile. Gently taking the piece of linen that Jada was offering, Indivara carefully wiped at her eyes and gently dabbed at the stitching that had been dampened, eyes widening at the pain the motion caused by determined to dry them. She'd been scolded for her bathing methods before dropping by to see the Weyrleaders, and had no desire to further irritate or cause deeper scarring than she was already destined to have.
"I went to see the 'ders at noon," Indivara murmured, her words dramatically slurred as she whispered them past swollen lips. Carefully licking the corners, but avoiding the lines of careful stitches that were centered, Indivara continued her slaughtered speech. "'ned from next clutch." She snorted, the sound distinctly lacking in ladylike charm. "'ever that is." Her voice took on a sour, grumpy tone and she hissed between her teeth. They should know better than to think banning her would keep her off the sands! Mauled or not, Indivara had no desire what so ever to stand on the sidelines... She'd just sneak on again. And again. And again. And again Until she got her damned dragon!
While she didn't say any such thing, the flare in her eyes did.
The child wasn't afraid of the dragon that had sliced her face - though she had yet to meet him again - but not because the encounter wasn't frightful. The girl's nightmares spoke volumes for the suppressed emotions and feeling she was carefully hiding not only from others but also from herself. She was, simply, determined not to be afraid. UnImpressed dragonets were dangerous - everyone knew that. UnImpressed dragonets were wild with need, and would do outrageous things. While she didn't doubt the fact that Hoth (she had learned his name early) would be a dragon with a streak in him that was unsavoury, she was also well aware that the likely hood of the little bronze adding to her collection of scars-to-be was incredibly unlikely. Dragons just didn't maul people for the fun of it. Even the horrible Larrikith was only heartlessly rough when distressed.
Indivara giggled at Krypth's delighted word, and the confused response it elicted from her rider, shooting Jada a sly look from the corner of her eye, Indivara's lips twitched playfully but didn't form the smile. Gently taking the piece of linen that Jada was offering, Indivara carefully wiped at her eyes and gently dabbed at the stitching that had been dampened, eyes widening at the pain the motion caused by determined to dry them. She'd been scolded for her bathing methods before dropping by to see the Weyrleaders, and had no desire to further irritate or cause deeper scarring than she was already destined to have.
"I went to see the 'ders at noon," Indivara murmured, her words dramatically slurred as she whispered them past swollen lips. Carefully licking the corners, but avoiding the lines of careful stitches that were centered, Indivara continued her slaughtered speech. "'ned from next clutch." She snorted, the sound distinctly lacking in ladylike charm. "'ever that is." Her voice took on a sour, grumpy tone and she hissed between her teeth. They should know better than to think banning her would keep her off the sands! Mauled or not, Indivara had no desire what so ever to stand on the sidelines... She'd just sneak on again. And again. And again. And again Until she got her damned dragon!
While she didn't say any such thing, the flare in her eyes did.
