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24.Apr.22, 11:36 AM
She should have expected that reaction, knowing how V’ra got about her appearance. The bluerider had never said anything about it but V’lia had picked up on little moments since taking the Assistant position. V’ra was extremely tough and liked to scare Candidates with stories of her scars but V’lia also saw a flicker here and there of doubt and the insecurities that had to come with being so visibly marked. She couldn’t understand it, only knew she wouldn’t handle it well herself, and let the matter be without ever addressing it.
It was why when V’ra moved and tried to keep covered, V’lia casually pushed the sheets in the same direction. She had no issues with being left on display in a darkened room or in general honestly. Perhaps once, long ago when she was still a Holder trying to be the best wife material she could be. But now that she had found the freedom to be herself and celebrate what she discovered, V’lia simply couldn’t bother with being modest anymore—much to Tiath’s frustration. “Hey, boss,” V’lia replied casually when V’ra acknowledged who she was with, leaving the greenrider smiling and more at ease. She was glad they were skipping over the dramatics she’d heard so much about when some pairs first came out of the Flight and she’d been lucky two for two now.
“Honestly, given her insistence on being ladylike, I would have laid down marks on her being once a turn,” V’lia was still smiling, happy to talk about Tiath’s apparent schedule while V’ra tried to make herself more comfortable. But it became clear that talking wasn’t really what the bluerider was interested in and cuddling after sex likely wouldn’t be appreciated either. The smiling turned into a pout but she didn’t say anything about it. Not everyone was into physical contact or as open about partner swapping even if the dragons were at fault for it. A’dis would step in once she went home. He was an excellent cuddler—among many other delightful things—and would probably even help with that hot bath if she asked for one.
Honestly, with how chilly it started to feel in the room, V’lia would also lay marks down on V’ra wishing she would just go away so they could pretend the Flight never happened. That was a bit rude and she wasn’t a fan of being dismissed like that but V’lia knew she was only speculating on what could be in the bluerider’s head and that it probably wasn’t done with the intentions to hurt any feelings. V’ra just wanted to be left alone and since it was her room, lingering greenriders made it hard to do that.
She brushed her hair all over to one shoulder, though she knew it wouldn’t help contain the waves that would have gone wild with the night’s activities. But it would help her see when hunting for clothes, which V’lia did as she grabbed the glow from the pillow and slipped out of the bed. A glance showed her the clothes seemed to have come off in a mad dash by the door and that was where V’lia headed, body on full display since she didn’t want to fight over a blanket and then cling to it while holding the glow stone and then trying to dress with all of that.
Given her friend’s discomfort, V’lia actually focused on sorting their clothing, setting V’ra’s on the bed within reach of the bluerider if she chose to dress again. “I’m sorry the Flight happened in your home,” V’lia’s voice was soft yet genuine. She hated the idea that she invaded someone’s space and that a mess would be left behind. The bedroom didn’t look too bad but she hadn’t seen the main living space where more riders would have been. Were any still out there? Maybe she could scare some off before she left so V’ra wouldn’t have to deal with them.
“But I am glad you and Venseth won,” V’lia went on as she found her pants and finally set the stone back down on the bed so she could begin dressing. “The memories are fragmented and mostly from Tiath’s view, but what I saw and felt was passionate and lovely. So thank you for Flying with me.”
It was why when V’ra moved and tried to keep covered, V’lia casually pushed the sheets in the same direction. She had no issues with being left on display in a darkened room or in general honestly. Perhaps once, long ago when she was still a Holder trying to be the best wife material she could be. But now that she had found the freedom to be herself and celebrate what she discovered, V’lia simply couldn’t bother with being modest anymore—much to Tiath’s frustration. “Hey, boss,” V’lia replied casually when V’ra acknowledged who she was with, leaving the greenrider smiling and more at ease. She was glad they were skipping over the dramatics she’d heard so much about when some pairs first came out of the Flight and she’d been lucky two for two now.
“Honestly, given her insistence on being ladylike, I would have laid down marks on her being once a turn,” V’lia was still smiling, happy to talk about Tiath’s apparent schedule while V’ra tried to make herself more comfortable. But it became clear that talking wasn’t really what the bluerider was interested in and cuddling after sex likely wouldn’t be appreciated either. The smiling turned into a pout but she didn’t say anything about it. Not everyone was into physical contact or as open about partner swapping even if the dragons were at fault for it. A’dis would step in once she went home. He was an excellent cuddler—among many other delightful things—and would probably even help with that hot bath if she asked for one.
Honestly, with how chilly it started to feel in the room, V’lia would also lay marks down on V’ra wishing she would just go away so they could pretend the Flight never happened. That was a bit rude and she wasn’t a fan of being dismissed like that but V’lia knew she was only speculating on what could be in the bluerider’s head and that it probably wasn’t done with the intentions to hurt any feelings. V’ra just wanted to be left alone and since it was her room, lingering greenriders made it hard to do that.
She brushed her hair all over to one shoulder, though she knew it wouldn’t help contain the waves that would have gone wild with the night’s activities. But it would help her see when hunting for clothes, which V’lia did as she grabbed the glow from the pillow and slipped out of the bed. A glance showed her the clothes seemed to have come off in a mad dash by the door and that was where V’lia headed, body on full display since she didn’t want to fight over a blanket and then cling to it while holding the glow stone and then trying to dress with all of that.
Given her friend’s discomfort, V’lia actually focused on sorting their clothing, setting V’ra’s on the bed within reach of the bluerider if she chose to dress again. “I’m sorry the Flight happened in your home,” V’lia’s voice was soft yet genuine. She hated the idea that she invaded someone’s space and that a mess would be left behind. The bedroom didn’t look too bad but she hadn’t seen the main living space where more riders would have been. Were any still out there? Maybe she could scare some off before she left so V’ra wouldn’t have to deal with them.
“But I am glad you and Venseth won,” V’lia went on as she found her pants and finally set the stone back down on the bed so she could begin dressing. “The memories are fragmented and mostly from Tiath’s view, but what I saw and felt was passionate and lovely. So thank you for Flying with me.”
