19.Oct.17, 01:03 AM
T’bia’s nose scrunched up adorably at the mention of being sixteen and the expectations that the Holders apparently put on their youth at such an age. T’bia was glad he’d been born into the Weyr, even as unconventional as Katila. At least he’d never felt the pressure to find a nice girl and get married… Well, during Candidacy they’d been encouraged to sleep around, but T’bia had never felt the urge to experiment with his fellow candidates, and while he was still a bashful virgin, there were no expectations on his shoulders. Dragonriders seemed to be so much more relaxed! Sleep around, don’t sleep around, find a mate, don’t find a mate. Yes, T’bia was much happier being a Weyrfolk than a Holderfolk.
“Farming sounds… dirty,” T’bia commented slowly, looking curiously up at M’dox; he was up to his elbows in the barrel, withdrawing items of clothing. “I like dragonriding, it’s a very clean lifestyle.” He grinned. “If you’re not doing your laundry, you’re washing a dragon!” And didn’t that require a lot of water! T’bia grinned happily as he wrung out some more clothing, ebfore turning his attention to the unwashed pile. It was depleting, but the chit-chat was making the progress slower than usual. Not that T’bia minded, he realized. He was having fun, chatting to this brownrider, and he was delighted that the other man didn’t seem inclined to mock him for the things he said. T’bia had a terrible habit of speaking before thinking, and running his mouth. It was nice to not worry too much about it!
“Are all your family farmers? Even the girls? It doesn’t sound like a very girly thing to do, does it? I can’t imagine being anything but a dragonrider. I’m ever so glad I Impressed Jycenth. Do you think you’ll visit your family? Sometimes I think about going back to Katila, but I guess here is home now, and it’s not so bad. I like visiting the Hold. Do you? Dad likes to go to the taverns, but I like the bakeries. They sell the most delicious treats, have you tried any?” T’bia fell off as he struggled to shove his bedsheet into the barrel, and mash it down with the paddle, mixing it into the soapy water and cleaning it.
“Farming sounds… dirty,” T’bia commented slowly, looking curiously up at M’dox; he was up to his elbows in the barrel, withdrawing items of clothing. “I like dragonriding, it’s a very clean lifestyle.” He grinned. “If you’re not doing your laundry, you’re washing a dragon!” And didn’t that require a lot of water! T’bia grinned happily as he wrung out some more clothing, ebfore turning his attention to the unwashed pile. It was depleting, but the chit-chat was making the progress slower than usual. Not that T’bia minded, he realized. He was having fun, chatting to this brownrider, and he was delighted that the other man didn’t seem inclined to mock him for the things he said. T’bia had a terrible habit of speaking before thinking, and running his mouth. It was nice to not worry too much about it!
“Are all your family farmers? Even the girls? It doesn’t sound like a very girly thing to do, does it? I can’t imagine being anything but a dragonrider. I’m ever so glad I Impressed Jycenth. Do you think you’ll visit your family? Sometimes I think about going back to Katila, but I guess here is home now, and it’s not so bad. I like visiting the Hold. Do you? Dad likes to go to the taverns, but I like the bakeries. They sell the most delicious treats, have you tried any?” T’bia fell off as he struggled to shove his bedsheet into the barrel, and mash it down with the paddle, mixing it into the soapy water and cleaning it.