02.Jun.12, 08:18 AM
Indivara's amusement was visible as she continued to quietly pain the little green dragon, though her smile was almost non existent, her eyes were bright with amused delight. Grith was, perhaps, her favourite dragon within the entire weyr and while her little brother foundered around at the green's wing, Indivara was enjoying having the excitable and loud beast at her whim, curled up in her palm even! Despite her youthful age, Indivara was already hooked on the taste of power, even if that power was the simple ability to control a hyperactive and uncontrollable dragon, simply by hiding a jar of paint. But Grith was also sweet, and Indivara loved the dragon that had been such a large part of her own life. Perhaps even more so than her mother's green, in her own charming way.
The girl's own humming was out volumed by that of the dragon, but Indivara didn't mind, continuing along at any rate with a cheerful and childish delight. She was surprised and yet not, by Grith's sudden declaration that Kerrin should join them. The little girl's eyes widened dramatically as she realised what the next move would be, and she clapped both painted hands over her ears with a sharp whistle between her teeth to catch her baby brother's attention. He, too, looked horrified as hands clapped over his own ears, a wet and squishy slap of paint against skin and hair echoing before Grith's voice bellowed into their minds. Covering their ears didn't really do anything, of course, but Indivara liked to pretend it helped and her baby brother was convinced it did; he would have never let her hear the end of it, for at least the rest of the day, if she hadn't warned him.
Paint coated hands dropped from Indivara's ears, leaving traces in both her hair and on her skin, as she refrained delicately from grimacing. Her little brother wasn't nearly so subtle and his face scrunched up unhappily as he stared at Grith. Indivara gave the little boy a harsh look that clearly indicated if he started crying, she'd make sure to give him a good reason to continue it. She didn't want the silly little brat upsetting Grith and Par'a needed some sleep! The little boy sulked, pouting at Indivara before returning to his messy hand-print style of painting. HE quickly perked up, enjoying himself as he ran around and around the dragon, hand prints changing to wavering lines as he dragged his fingers lightly over her in looping circles around and around and around, ducking under Indivara's working fingers, or darting around her to pick up on the other side.
Indivara, for her part, had stopped her humming and was instead painting a delicate flower around Grith's eye, the petals extending outwards across her face so the colour changing flecks would be the centre of the flower. Her attention, however, was focused closely on Grith - if Kerrin didn't turn up, the green would undoubtedly start screeching again, and Indivara happened to like her mind in one piece. But the call was also liable to bring other brats, if they weren't in school or otherwise occupied doing something. Their little two-person painting was quite likely about to become a zoo of weyrbrats.
[sup]EVERYONE SHOULD JOIN <3 It's not like there is any lack of NPC weyrbrats :}[/sup]
The girl's own humming was out volumed by that of the dragon, but Indivara didn't mind, continuing along at any rate with a cheerful and childish delight. She was surprised and yet not, by Grith's sudden declaration that Kerrin should join them. The little girl's eyes widened dramatically as she realised what the next move would be, and she clapped both painted hands over her ears with a sharp whistle between her teeth to catch her baby brother's attention. He, too, looked horrified as hands clapped over his own ears, a wet and squishy slap of paint against skin and hair echoing before Grith's voice bellowed into their minds. Covering their ears didn't really do anything, of course, but Indivara liked to pretend it helped and her baby brother was convinced it did; he would have never let her hear the end of it, for at least the rest of the day, if she hadn't warned him.
Paint coated hands dropped from Indivara's ears, leaving traces in both her hair and on her skin, as she refrained delicately from grimacing. Her little brother wasn't nearly so subtle and his face scrunched up unhappily as he stared at Grith. Indivara gave the little boy a harsh look that clearly indicated if he started crying, she'd make sure to give him a good reason to continue it. She didn't want the silly little brat upsetting Grith and Par'a needed some sleep! The little boy sulked, pouting at Indivara before returning to his messy hand-print style of painting. HE quickly perked up, enjoying himself as he ran around and around the dragon, hand prints changing to wavering lines as he dragged his fingers lightly over her in looping circles around and around and around, ducking under Indivara's working fingers, or darting around her to pick up on the other side.
Indivara, for her part, had stopped her humming and was instead painting a delicate flower around Grith's eye, the petals extending outwards across her face so the colour changing flecks would be the centre of the flower. Her attention, however, was focused closely on Grith - if Kerrin didn't turn up, the green would undoubtedly start screeching again, and Indivara happened to like her mind in one piece. But the call was also liable to bring other brats, if they weren't in school or otherwise occupied doing something. Their little two-person painting was quite likely about to become a zoo of weyrbrats.
[sup]EVERYONE SHOULD JOIN <3 It's not like there is any lack of NPC weyrbrats :}[/sup]