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09.Dec.18, 09:48 AM
“None sense!” Indivara said breathily, trying not to laugh. She knew from experience that laughing could still be very painful, and would probably remain such for quite a while yet. It was, shed decided, similar to when she’d been mauled. A lot of pain, a long recovery, and no sense of it having been at all worthwhile. She was sure the child and Rhaedalyn and such were feeling it was pretty worthwhile, but Indivara was not. Her tummy was a constant source of pain, and she hated it.
The kiss to her cheek had Indivara preening as she gave Val a smug smile, and lifted her eyebrows at him pointedly as she sniffed the flowers and hugged them to herself. Why was every bluerider she was friends with getting her flowers, but not the one she was mated to?! R’nd hadn’t made a habit of it, but he had surprised her on several occasions by presenting her with – usually – a single flower. Always beautiful, not always the same. She took great care of them, doing her best to extend their life and the thoughtfulness of the gift.
Lifting her face from the sweet scent of the flowers, Indivara have Z’rin a bland snort, and waved away his worry with a flip of one hand, the other still cradling her flowers even as she leaned into Val and made herself comfortable. She didn’t offer to let him smell the flowers – not that he’d likely care over much – but it was her subtle way of pouting at him. The other option would have been to shove them right up under his nose, but Indivara wasn’t going to risk the lovely gift.
When Z’rin followed up the flowers she was pointedly not letting Val near with a box of chocolates, Indivara couldn’t help herself. She took the box and peered into it, then set them delicately on the table out of Val’s reach. “Now I know who really loves me,” she said, her nose in the air as she delicately slid off Val’s lap and hobbled around the table to perch herself on Z’rin’s knee. She gave Val an expectant look as she sat there.
Her expression and words were carefully teasing, playful and inviting. But there was still the shadow of fear lurking in the background. She loved Val, he’d said he loved her, and she couldn’t actually think of any reason she should doubt him. But nonetheless, she couldn’t stop the timid fear that one day he’d take her teasing seriously, and then he’d be gone.
The kiss to her cheek had Indivara preening as she gave Val a smug smile, and lifted her eyebrows at him pointedly as she sniffed the flowers and hugged them to herself. Why was every bluerider she was friends with getting her flowers, but not the one she was mated to?! R’nd hadn’t made a habit of it, but he had surprised her on several occasions by presenting her with – usually – a single flower. Always beautiful, not always the same. She took great care of them, doing her best to extend their life and the thoughtfulness of the gift.
Lifting her face from the sweet scent of the flowers, Indivara have Z’rin a bland snort, and waved away his worry with a flip of one hand, the other still cradling her flowers even as she leaned into Val and made herself comfortable. She didn’t offer to let him smell the flowers – not that he’d likely care over much – but it was her subtle way of pouting at him. The other option would have been to shove them right up under his nose, but Indivara wasn’t going to risk the lovely gift.
When Z’rin followed up the flowers she was pointedly not letting Val near with a box of chocolates, Indivara couldn’t help herself. She took the box and peered into it, then set them delicately on the table out of Val’s reach. “Now I know who really loves me,” she said, her nose in the air as she delicately slid off Val’s lap and hobbled around the table to perch herself on Z’rin’s knee. She gave Val an expectant look as she sat there.
Her expression and words were carefully teasing, playful and inviting. But there was still the shadow of fear lurking in the background. She loved Val, he’d said he loved her, and she couldn’t actually think of any reason she should doubt him. But nonetheless, she couldn’t stop the timid fear that one day he’d take her teasing seriously, and then he’d be gone.
