Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
26.Jan.12, 01:32 AM
[justify]"Hii!"
Throwing herself into the conversation without any regard as to what the two may think, Indivara came to a screeching halt as she wrapped her arms around Ph'yn's waist and used him as her breaks. Grinning, and somewhat puffing, the girl peered up at the bronze rider from under the loose hair that had managed to escape from the careful work her birth mother had done. Remarkably well dressed for a child that usually ran around in rags and hand-me-downs, Indivara was currently wearing a pretty blue dress that emphasised the colour of her eyes and yet, didn't at all suit the child who was more at home in the trees. It fell to her knees with a white petticoat, and both portions of the outfit already claimed grass stains and something that looked suspiciously like tree wax on the hem. Indivara's long, brown hair had been braided, but was rapidly coming free in strands as her wild nature refused to be tamed, even for a single evening.
Young and absent minded as she currently was, however, it didn't take Indivara very long to realise she had interrupted something of note, if the tension around Kerrin were anything to go by. Frowning slightly, the young girl released Ph'yn from her double handed grip and stepped away slightly, glancing up at him for a moment before her blue gaze flicked back up to Kerrin. She tilted her head, curious. The girl's frown deepened as Kerrin introduced himself with an air of unhappiness, and confused, Indivara turned her gaze upon Ph'yn with a puzzled expression.
"You don't know Kerrin?" Baffled, the child turned to make sure the older boy was, indeed, the weyrbrat she knew. Blue eyes serious, Indivara looked Kerrin up and down slowly. When she was sure that it was, indeed, the Northern born boy she conned stories out of. Blinking, Indivara turned that same focused gaze upon the tall 'rider, and narrowed her eyes at him. Studying the man now, her expression one of suspicion, Indivara made sure that Ph'yn was, indeed, the man she knew. When she was, once more, satisfied that the person before her was who they were meant to be, she tilted her head up and grinned.
"You remember me, though, right?" Her grin was wide, cheeky and full of a youthful innocence that could be debated upon, as far as Indivara's claim upon it went. In any case, it didn't even cross the young girl's mind that Ph'yn might not remember who she was or to which adult she belonged, any more than she doubted Kerrin's knowledge of who she was. Such inability to think such things most likely stemmed from Indivara's own ability to remember people once met, and so, unable to forget who someone was, made it quite impossible for the child to comprehend that others may not be so well versed in names and faces as she was herself. Her high opinion of the two, and her eavesdropping - a habit that kept her up to date on gossip - meant she knew exactly who the two men were, and what they spent a lot of their time doing (or were meant to be doing) even if they didn't realise it themselves.
Speaking of rumours... "Have you chosen a name yet?" The question burst out of the girls' lips with wild abandon and a great deal of curiosity. Her eyes were huge and bright as she peered up at Ph'yn with all the attention any seven year old could possess when offered something particularly sweet and sugary.
I took artistic license with your characters xD Ph'yn likes kids, ergo, Indivara feels he loves her, adores her and would do anything for her. Kerrin is king of the brats, there for, Indivara is his queen. LOL. She thinks rather highly of herself haha. Their opinions on her are entirely up to you, of course. I just enjoyed the narrow minded approach of the seven year old =D w00p![/justify]
Throwing herself into the conversation without any regard as to what the two may think, Indivara came to a screeching halt as she wrapped her arms around Ph'yn's waist and used him as her breaks. Grinning, and somewhat puffing, the girl peered up at the bronze rider from under the loose hair that had managed to escape from the careful work her birth mother had done. Remarkably well dressed for a child that usually ran around in rags and hand-me-downs, Indivara was currently wearing a pretty blue dress that emphasised the colour of her eyes and yet, didn't at all suit the child who was more at home in the trees. It fell to her knees with a white petticoat, and both portions of the outfit already claimed grass stains and something that looked suspiciously like tree wax on the hem. Indivara's long, brown hair had been braided, but was rapidly coming free in strands as her wild nature refused to be tamed, even for a single evening.
Young and absent minded as she currently was, however, it didn't take Indivara very long to realise she had interrupted something of note, if the tension around Kerrin were anything to go by. Frowning slightly, the young girl released Ph'yn from her double handed grip and stepped away slightly, glancing up at him for a moment before her blue gaze flicked back up to Kerrin. She tilted her head, curious. The girl's frown deepened as Kerrin introduced himself with an air of unhappiness, and confused, Indivara turned her gaze upon Ph'yn with a puzzled expression.
"You don't know Kerrin?" Baffled, the child turned to make sure the older boy was, indeed, the weyrbrat she knew. Blue eyes serious, Indivara looked Kerrin up and down slowly. When she was sure that it was, indeed, the Northern born boy she conned stories out of. Blinking, Indivara turned that same focused gaze upon the tall 'rider, and narrowed her eyes at him. Studying the man now, her expression one of suspicion, Indivara made sure that Ph'yn was, indeed, the man she knew. When she was, once more, satisfied that the person before her was who they were meant to be, she tilted her head up and grinned.
"You remember me, though, right?" Her grin was wide, cheeky and full of a youthful innocence that could be debated upon, as far as Indivara's claim upon it went. In any case, it didn't even cross the young girl's mind that Ph'yn might not remember who she was or to which adult she belonged, any more than she doubted Kerrin's knowledge of who she was. Such inability to think such things most likely stemmed from Indivara's own ability to remember people once met, and so, unable to forget who someone was, made it quite impossible for the child to comprehend that others may not be so well versed in names and faces as she was herself. Her high opinion of the two, and her eavesdropping - a habit that kept her up to date on gossip - meant she knew exactly who the two men were, and what they spent a lot of their time doing (or were meant to be doing) even if they didn't realise it themselves.
Speaking of rumours... "Have you chosen a name yet?" The question burst out of the girls' lips with wild abandon and a great deal of curiosity. Her eyes were huge and bright as she peered up at Ph'yn with all the attention any seven year old could possess when offered something particularly sweet and sugary.
I took artistic license with your characters xD Ph'yn likes kids, ergo, Indivara feels he loves her, adores her and would do anything for her. Kerrin is king of the brats, there for, Indivara is his queen. LOL. She thinks rather highly of herself haha. Their opinions on her are entirely up to you, of course. I just enjoyed the narrow minded approach of the seven year old =D w00p![/justify]
