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01.Jun.14, 01:29 PM
“It is!” T’bia nearly cheered, turning to pat Jycenth on the nose and give the blue a kiss to the side of his delicately crafted muzzle, hugging the dragon exuberantly around the face before remembering that Peorray was talking to him and he flushed as his dragon gave a soft exhale of amusement. “Jycenth is all length though,” T’bia added solemnly, flashing a smile at Peorray; her question then caught him off guard and T’bia gawked for several moments (causing Jycenth further amusement) before he snapped his jaw shut.
“Wrong?” He blinked owlishly at the woman, then frowned thoughtfully before looking up at Jycenth. In the process, his hand lifted to fiddle reassuringly with the knots he wore with almost religious intent since earning them. Those fingers fell on empty air and Jycenth’s amusement was clearly written on his face as T’bia clutched at his shoulder before spinning around dramatically on the spot, searching the ground as if they had fallen off right at that moment.
“My knots!” It was a despairing cry and T’bia turned frantic eyes from his dragon to the goldrider and still his hand clutched at his empty shoulder. “I lost them! How could I do that?” There were tears in his words, and pools were quickly forming in his large blue eyes. R’nd would be so disappointed in him! His new Wingleader would be ashamed of him! The whole world would laugh at him and mock him for his stupidity for who lost their knots?!
“I Have to find them!” He exclaimed suddenly, offering the woman and her dragon a frantic bow, before spinning on the spot again, anxiously unsure of where to even start. What had he done yesterday? Where had he already looked? T’bia gave a soft keen of distress, and Jycenth nuzzled his head gently, but he was clearly amused. His soft, very feminine voice reached out gently to Wydrith; he was not willing to include Peorray for fear of upsetting the other dragon.
Perhaps you and yours are free to assist us in our search? Bibi’s thoughts are much too muddled for me to figure out what he did with his knots. They’re very special to him. The young blue dragon’s lyrical voice held within it his amusement, and his deep love and affection for T’bia; his eyes held curiosity as he waited to see how Wydrith would respond to his speaking to her. He could tell she was a flighty creature, but he also was aware his voice was not what most expected from him.
“Wrong?” He blinked owlishly at the woman, then frowned thoughtfully before looking up at Jycenth. In the process, his hand lifted to fiddle reassuringly with the knots he wore with almost religious intent since earning them. Those fingers fell on empty air and Jycenth’s amusement was clearly written on his face as T’bia clutched at his shoulder before spinning around dramatically on the spot, searching the ground as if they had fallen off right at that moment.
“My knots!” It was a despairing cry and T’bia turned frantic eyes from his dragon to the goldrider and still his hand clutched at his empty shoulder. “I lost them! How could I do that?” There were tears in his words, and pools were quickly forming in his large blue eyes. R’nd would be so disappointed in him! His new Wingleader would be ashamed of him! The whole world would laugh at him and mock him for his stupidity for who lost their knots?!
“I Have to find them!” He exclaimed suddenly, offering the woman and her dragon a frantic bow, before spinning on the spot again, anxiously unsure of where to even start. What had he done yesterday? Where had he already looked? T’bia gave a soft keen of distress, and Jycenth nuzzled his head gently, but he was clearly amused. His soft, very feminine voice reached out gently to Wydrith; he was not willing to include Peorray for fear of upsetting the other dragon.
