03.Jan.19, 11:00 AM
Indivara laughed lightly at Z’rin’s defence, the sound cutting off quickly though on account of her tender stomach and she gingerly pressed a hand to the stitches that were holding her insides in. Blasted child. Speaking of children, Indivara’s expression morphed into a teasing smirk when Z’rin admitted he’d been unofficially seeing N’mor since the previous Turn. “So when he was like, twelve and a half,” Indivara said teasingly, shaking her head with mock disgust. She knew N’mor was actually older than that – but she wasn’t exactly sure how much older. She had a feeling he’d been about twelve when he Impressed, and that was when the Landslide happened… but… Indivara shrugged to herself, nose scrunched up. Stupid numbers.
“That’s sweet,” Indivara said gently, stepping forward and kissing Z’rin lightly on the cheek before he could take offence to her teasing. She decided not to comment on the Hatching, but instead smiled wryly and shook her head slightly. Of course it would be her Hatching, and she shook her head again, making her way back over to Val and wriggling in against his side. She opted not to steal his lap again, but leaned lazily against her mate and continued to chat with her friend.
The information about R’nd and B’jin had Indivara’s eyebrows arching upwards quite swiftly, and she snorted. “Well, that certainly explains a lot,” she mumbled, dry but amused, and gave Val a poke in the ribs to elicit his agreement. She hadn’t seen them together much, but the way B’jin had been glowing like a gold in heat for the past several weeks. Knowing the cause, Indivara was both amused and not really surprised that his bright glow hadn’t worn off; the man wore his heart on his sleeve. Indivara was, of course, completely blind to the fact that she’d been incredibly similar when she and Val became something real, instead of the platonic friendship no one had believed they were.
“That’s sweet,” Indivara said gently, stepping forward and kissing Z’rin lightly on the cheek before he could take offence to her teasing. She decided not to comment on the Hatching, but instead smiled wryly and shook her head slightly. Of course it would be her Hatching, and she shook her head again, making her way back over to Val and wriggling in against his side. She opted not to steal his lap again, but leaned lazily against her mate and continued to chat with her friend.
The information about R’nd and B’jin had Indivara’s eyebrows arching upwards quite swiftly, and she snorted. “Well, that certainly explains a lot,” she mumbled, dry but amused, and gave Val a poke in the ribs to elicit his agreement. She hadn’t seen them together much, but the way B’jin had been glowing like a gold in heat for the past several weeks. Knowing the cause, Indivara was both amused and not really surprised that his bright glow hadn’t worn off; the man wore his heart on his sleeve. Indivara was, of course, completely blind to the fact that she’d been incredibly similar when she and Val became something real, instead of the platonic friendship no one had believed they were.