19.Feb.18, 06:33 AM
T’bia turned from where he had been staring absently out the window, daydreaming, while he waited for M’dox, to look at his friend. He smiled broadly at the wrapped pastry in his companions hands. “Nope!” He chirped, bright and delighted to move their adventure on to the next stage. Turning to Madam Iztrella, T’bia waved cheerfully before re-arranging his collection in his hands and tilting his head at M’dox. “Come on!” Smiling happily, M’dox skipped out the door and waited (im)patiently on the path outside for the brownrider to join him.
“This way!” He chirped once more. The autumn weather was fresh and inviting; neither too cold nor too warm. The breeze was probably a bit chilly for most people, but T’bia wasn’t concerned with it, dressed as he was in dragonrider leathers and with the warmth of having a friend keeping him bouncing on his toes as he lead the way down the road to a small park space not far away. It was filled with a handful of large trees, grass blanketed across the ground and a couple of benches set to one side. It wasn’t a big area – it wouldn’t fit even a green dragon – but it was beautiful and comfortable. Ignoring the benches, T’bia lead M’dox to his favourite tree, and settled himself cross legged on the ground. He grinned up at M’dox.
“Have a seat!” He said brightly, setting his wares down to one side, and his chosen treat before him. “This is my favourite spot to sit when I come to get treats from the bakery,” he explained, stretching his legs out from their folded position to sprawl before him. “No one really seems to come here, especially now it is cooling down, so we probably won’t have to share with anyone else.” He beamed, pleased with himself and his special spot.
“This way!” He chirped once more. The autumn weather was fresh and inviting; neither too cold nor too warm. The breeze was probably a bit chilly for most people, but T’bia wasn’t concerned with it, dressed as he was in dragonrider leathers and with the warmth of having a friend keeping him bouncing on his toes as he lead the way down the road to a small park space not far away. It was filled with a handful of large trees, grass blanketed across the ground and a couple of benches set to one side. It wasn’t a big area – it wouldn’t fit even a green dragon – but it was beautiful and comfortable. Ignoring the benches, T’bia lead M’dox to his favourite tree, and settled himself cross legged on the ground. He grinned up at M’dox.
“Have a seat!” He said brightly, setting his wares down to one side, and his chosen treat before him. “This is my favourite spot to sit when I come to get treats from the bakery,” he explained, stretching his legs out from their folded position to sprawl before him. “No one really seems to come here, especially now it is cooling down, so we probably won’t have to share with anyone else.” He beamed, pleased with himself and his special spot.