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10.Jan.15, 10:31 AM
T’bia started slightly when he was grabbed suddenly but settled into the warm hug without fuss, pouting miserably to himself as he stared at his knees and pretended not to be ridiculously aware of R’nd and his closeness. He could smell the bluerider (In a good way!), but he wasn’t quite able to turn off the way he was aware of every part of his body that R’nd was touching - a thought that went a lot further than the friendly hug, and had T’bia’s young face flaring crimson as he ducked more into himself.
Thankfully, the flush coincided with R’nd’s offer to speak to the Weyrlingmasters, which immediately brought the greenrider B’jin to mind and T’bia shook his head so viciously he almost managed to knock R’nd’ on the chin. How he did not was most likely attributed more to the mentor than the student, but T’bia stopped as soon as he was aware of the risk. “N-no. D-don’t bother them!” Wide blue eyes looked up at R’nd fretfully.
Taking a deep breath through his nose, T’bia carefully untangled himself from R’nd and scuttled away a little bit, not a small bit terrified the awareness of R’nd would make him do something awful. With his gaze on the ground rather than his friend, T’bia tried to figure out what was going on in his head; not an easy task for a youngster who was more of a habit of acknowledging his thoughts after he had broadcast them. B’jin was an incredibly frightening threat, however, and T’bia clasped his knees to his chest miserably, eyes scrunched shut and pressed into his kneecaps.
Once he had recovered his thoughts, T’bia was far from convinced that everything was not his fault, but he could see R’nd wasn’t buying how he blamed himself, and he could feel Jycenth making his way back to the Weyr after his feeding - not that the young dragon would ever intrude on him spending time with a friend. Glancing at cautiously R’nd, half-afraid he might suddenly jump him, T’bia sighed in defeat; “I guess so.” Better to let R’nd think he had convinced him – if he would even buy that – and flee before he said or did something stupid. Maybe he’d talk to one of the other Weyrlingmasters (most of whom were only slightly less terrifying than B’jin) about Jycenth but T’bia didn’t think he’d bother. If R’nd did not believe him, no one would.
Thankfully, the flush coincided with R’nd’s offer to speak to the Weyrlingmasters, which immediately brought the greenrider B’jin to mind and T’bia shook his head so viciously he almost managed to knock R’nd’ on the chin. How he did not was most likely attributed more to the mentor than the student, but T’bia stopped as soon as he was aware of the risk. “N-no. D-don’t bother them!” Wide blue eyes looked up at R’nd fretfully.
Taking a deep breath through his nose, T’bia carefully untangled himself from R’nd and scuttled away a little bit, not a small bit terrified the awareness of R’nd would make him do something awful. With his gaze on the ground rather than his friend, T’bia tried to figure out what was going on in his head; not an easy task for a youngster who was more of a habit of acknowledging his thoughts after he had broadcast them. B’jin was an incredibly frightening threat, however, and T’bia clasped his knees to his chest miserably, eyes scrunched shut and pressed into his kneecaps.
Once he had recovered his thoughts, T’bia was far from convinced that everything was not his fault, but he could see R’nd wasn’t buying how he blamed himself, and he could feel Jycenth making his way back to the Weyr after his feeding - not that the young dragon would ever intrude on him spending time with a friend. Glancing at cautiously R’nd, half-afraid he might suddenly jump him, T’bia sighed in defeat; “I guess so.” Better to let R’nd think he had convinced him – if he would even buy that – and flee before he said or did something stupid. Maybe he’d talk to one of the other Weyrlingmasters (most of whom were only slightly less terrifying than B’jin) about Jycenth but T’bia didn’t think he’d bother. If R’nd did not believe him, no one would.
