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20.Oct.17, 01:35 AM
T’bia waited anxiously and hopefully as Jycenth said he was waiting for a reply. But the longer M’dox took to give his dragon a yes – or to answer with a yes verbally – the more worried T’bia became. Maybe M’dox was just being polite? T’bia shifted anxiously while Jycenth hushed him gently, encouraging him to be patient. It had only been a few seconds! M’dox had probably not even gotten the message from his dragon yet! Easy, Bibi, I’m sure we’ll get an answer soon. T’bia emptied his dirty water into the drain that ran around the outside of the room. But what if he laughs? Why would he want to come to the Hold with me, Jai? This was a bad idea. Take it back
Jycenth was in the process of telling T’bia he would do no such thing when M’dox suddenly laughed and T’bia flinched as if he’d been hit, his eyes widening and filling with tears as he set the barrel upright once more. The young bluerider bit his bottom lip and glanced anxiously at the waiting pile of still dirty laundry. He couldn’t leave before he’d finished it, it would be too obvious that he was running away, but he really didn’t want to stay in the same room as the brownrider that was laughing at his invitation (even if it had been Jycenth who issued it and it was the blue dragon’s idea, really). T’bia sniffled softly.
Perfect, Jycenth crooned to Riquarth, before turning his attention with slight alarm upon the almost-crying T’bia. Oh love, hush now, they said they would love to join us. Why are you crying. He laughed at me, T’bia whimpered, picking up an armload of washing before realizing his barrel was empty. He dropped it, and set about pumping fresh water into the barrel, and adding soap sand to it. He wiped at his eyes absently as he picked up the load again and dropped it into the barrel. He gave it a jab with the spoon. Oh Bibi, I’m sure there is some other explanation, love. Here, why don’t you ask? No? Very well, I will. Jycenth ignored the way his young rider was suddenly staring with apprehension at M’dox, his face white and eyes huge in his face.
Did your rider laugh at mine? Jycenth hadn’t even been aware that M’dox had laughed, but if T’bia said he did, he must have – T’bia just wasn’t the type to make up stories like that. The dragon’s words were unusually demanding, but his tone of voice was just as light and airy as ever, delicate. I would like to think it is a mis-understanding. The dragon confided, but he was clearly willing to fight for his young rider if it came to that.
Jycenth was in the process of telling T’bia he would do no such thing when M’dox suddenly laughed and T’bia flinched as if he’d been hit, his eyes widening and filling with tears as he set the barrel upright once more. The young bluerider bit his bottom lip and glanced anxiously at the waiting pile of still dirty laundry. He couldn’t leave before he’d finished it, it would be too obvious that he was running away, but he really didn’t want to stay in the same room as the brownrider that was laughing at his invitation (even if it had been Jycenth who issued it and it was the blue dragon’s idea, really). T’bia sniffled softly.
