08.Aug.18, 11:09 AM
Indivara’s frown grew when she heard R’vi mumble something as he stood halfway between herself and the kitchen, and she pursed her lips in irritation, just knowing he was bitching about her but not with enough guts to come out and say what was on his mind. She glared at him, calculating the distance between them and how fast she would have to move to get in a good kick to the shins before he bounced out of reach or held her off him. His sudden and quiet explanation had her thoughts scattering and she stared at R’vi blankly.
“Oh,” she said softly, still staring at R’vi blankly, her eyebrows finally pulling together in confusion as she stared at him. In typical Indivara fashion, her mood flipped and her anger vanished as swiftly as her thoughts had been sent fleeing. Rising, Indivara did close the distance between them, but not at all with the intention of violence as she slipped up against her fellow bluerider and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek against his chest. It wasn’t a verbal apology, but it was as good – if not better – than most people got from her.
“Maybe,” she allowed, not moving from her comfortable position of cuddled up against R’vi, eyes closed and breathing soft as she relaxed. Until he spoke again, and she pulled back, scowling up at him again, but this time there was that sparkle of mischief behind her apparent anger. “I don’t need a babysitter,” she said snidely, grimacing at R’vi. But then she cuddled back up against him and settled her ear so she could hear his heartbeat. “But stay,” she added, nuzzling him affectionately. She ignored his encouragement to go and rest; she didn’t like being in bed without knowing Val would be there soon, and it was very much the wrong time of the day for him to crawl in with her, even if he were home.
Indivara pouted against R’vi, sulking quietly to herself. “Venseth’s fault,” she added randomly, releasing one arm from where it was wrapped around R’vi to brush her fingers over her belly. Then she slung it back around her friend’s waist, clinging very much like a limpet. “He wouldn’t let me, you know. But Quennell says I’ll be fine to do the Weyrlingmaster stuff, and the Weyrleader is okay with it.” Well, he had seemed to be, anyway. Indivara didn’t really care, and B’jin had vouched for her. “Baby is due at the end of the Turn,” she added, not at all aware she was babbling. “Rhaedalyn is going to take it. Even though she’s having a baby soon, too.” Indivara was completely oblivious to exactly how soon ‘soon’ was.
“Oh,” she said softly, still staring at R’vi blankly, her eyebrows finally pulling together in confusion as she stared at him. In typical Indivara fashion, her mood flipped and her anger vanished as swiftly as her thoughts had been sent fleeing. Rising, Indivara did close the distance between them, but not at all with the intention of violence as she slipped up against her fellow bluerider and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek against his chest. It wasn’t a verbal apology, but it was as good – if not better – than most people got from her.
“Maybe,” she allowed, not moving from her comfortable position of cuddled up against R’vi, eyes closed and breathing soft as she relaxed. Until he spoke again, and she pulled back, scowling up at him again, but this time there was that sparkle of mischief behind her apparent anger. “I don’t need a babysitter,” she said snidely, grimacing at R’vi. But then she cuddled back up against him and settled her ear so she could hear his heartbeat. “But stay,” she added, nuzzling him affectionately. She ignored his encouragement to go and rest; she didn’t like being in bed without knowing Val would be there soon, and it was very much the wrong time of the day for him to crawl in with her, even if he were home.
Indivara pouted against R’vi, sulking quietly to herself. “Venseth’s fault,” she added randomly, releasing one arm from where it was wrapped around R’vi to brush her fingers over her belly. Then she slung it back around her friend’s waist, clinging very much like a limpet. “He wouldn’t let me, you know. But Quennell says I’ll be fine to do the Weyrlingmaster stuff, and the Weyrleader is okay with it.” Well, he had seemed to be, anyway. Indivara didn’t really care, and B’jin had vouched for her. “Baby is due at the end of the Turn,” she added, not at all aware she was babbling. “Rhaedalyn is going to take it. Even though she’s having a baby soon, too.” Indivara was completely oblivious to exactly how soon ‘soon’ was.