29.Apr.22, 04:39 AM
The giggle took Indivara by surprise, and she tilted her head slightly as she frowned in confusion at V’lia; when she realised what direction the greenrider’s mind had gone with her words, Indivara blushed in the darkness, and took the stone that was handed to her when the other woman came around towards her. While Indivara half expected to be jumped, she didn’t show as much, and instead watched as V’lia appeared to be thinking.
“That’s fair,” Indivara said, her voice amused. At the comment about Val, Indivara snorted in amusement, following V’lia as she made her way over to the door. Blue eyes sparkled at V’lia’s obvious attempt to smother her amusement, but the expression turned to deep affection as Indivara turned her gaze to study Val as he worked. She shook her head in bemusement at the question. “Definitely just a minor irritation,” Indivara murmured, clearly amused. “Considering Veeth chases almost every other day.” Val couldn’t even visit another Weyr without Veeth getting caught up in some green’s flight. Indivara once more thanked her dragon for not being nearly that randy.
Leaving V’lia’s side for a moment, Indivara made her way quietly across the weyr, and wrapped her arms around Val’s neck, pressing an affectionate kiss to his temple. He barely acknowledged her, but she’d expected as much as she loosened her grip and peered down at what he was working on curiously. Her nose scrunched up at the randomness of what she saw, and she released her mate. In the process, however, she picked up the little ink pot before making her way back to walk V’lia out of the weyr. Baiting Val was a favourite pastime.
“Are you right to walk?” Indivara asked as she led V’lia to the door out of the weyr. Their dragons seemed quite happy curled up for the time being, and Indivara knew firsthand how hard it could be to convince a dragon to leave their flight-partner before they were ready. “Val may be functional in a moment,” she grinned, twirling the inkpot between her fingers. It was very likely he had another pot on hand, but there was also a chance he would chase her down to claim the one she’d stolen. “You could catch a lift on Veeth.”
“That’s fair,” Indivara said, her voice amused. At the comment about Val, Indivara snorted in amusement, following V’lia as she made her way over to the door. Blue eyes sparkled at V’lia’s obvious attempt to smother her amusement, but the expression turned to deep affection as Indivara turned her gaze to study Val as he worked. She shook her head in bemusement at the question. “Definitely just a minor irritation,” Indivara murmured, clearly amused. “Considering Veeth chases almost every other day.” Val couldn’t even visit another Weyr without Veeth getting caught up in some green’s flight. Indivara once more thanked her dragon for not being nearly that randy.
Leaving V’lia’s side for a moment, Indivara made her way quietly across the weyr, and wrapped her arms around Val’s neck, pressing an affectionate kiss to his temple. He barely acknowledged her, but she’d expected as much as she loosened her grip and peered down at what he was working on curiously. Her nose scrunched up at the randomness of what she saw, and she released her mate. In the process, however, she picked up the little ink pot before making her way back to walk V’lia out of the weyr. Baiting Val was a favourite pastime.
“Are you right to walk?” Indivara asked as she led V’lia to the door out of the weyr. Their dragons seemed quite happy curled up for the time being, and Indivara knew firsthand how hard it could be to convince a dragon to leave their flight-partner before they were ready. “Val may be functional in a moment,” she grinned, twirling the inkpot between her fingers. It was very likely he had another pot on hand, but there was also a chance he would chase her down to claim the one she’d stolen. “You could catch a lift on Veeth.”