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10.Jun.18, 11:37 PM
Despite having been over half a turn, M’dox still couldn’t believe that he and T’bia had become friends. Couldn’t believe in a good way, of course! T’bia was charming, and cheerful, and fun to be around and M’dox was baffled that he hadn’t managed to fuck their friendship up after this much time. The only other friend he’d had for this long without something going wrong was Riquarth, and the brown had made it very clear he was never leaving.
Even now, though with each passing month it seemed clearer that he wasn’t going to upset T’bia to the point of causing him to break off their friendship, M’dox still got nervous every time they met up, heart beating a little faster at the thought of seeing him again. Having T’bia as a friend was one of the best things in his life right now — Riquarth and his little firelizards being the other best things — and M’dox wanted to stay his friend as long as possible.
So, when T’bia had invited him for a picnic in a nice place he’d found near the Weyr, M’dox couldn’t even fathom saying anything but ‘yes!’
He’d fussed for a while over something to bring, as he’d always been taught that you brought a little something to a meal when you were invited to one. M’dox didn’t have any way to cook in his weyr, and he was too nervous to ask the kitchen workers if he could borrow some space to make something. Too many memories of his childhood and being kept from the kitchen after his father decided he wasn’t masculine enough and needed to be kept away from womanish things or he’d never get better. So, making something himself wasn’t an option, which meant he had to bring something he got. M’dox figured getting something from the kitchens didn’t make sense, as that was probably where T’bia would get food. So he had to find something else.
There wasn’t enough time to go get anything, so it had to be something M’dox already had lying around. He had his small stockpile of gifts for his family that he would give them whenever he got up the nerve to visit, including some non-perishable food items, but taking something from the collection, even if he had multiple gifts for every family member, felt weird. Everything else he got for himself was clothes, which probably wouldn’t fit T’bia anyway. Besides, M’dox didn’t want to give those away! The only other thing he had was two bottles of wine he had bought on his first solo trip to Telgar Hold. He’d gotten drawn into a conversation with a wine merchant with an outside stand and felt bad about leaving without buying anything. Stupid inability to say no because he was scared of upsetting someone. So now he had two bottles of fairly good quality wine that he felt would be too pathetic to drink on his own, so he’d stuck them in a cabinet and forgotten about them. Until now, that he was tearing through his room looking for a suitable thing to bring to a picnic. Wine seemed reasonable enough, you could drink wine at a picnic. Nodding at himself, M’dox grabbed one of the bottles at random and put it with his bag.
Are you ready to go now? Or do you need to change your outfit again? Riquarth asked, poking as much of his head as he could fit (which wasn’t much) through the doorway into the main room.
“No, I think I’m good.” M’dox said, glancing down at the shirt he had painstakingly picked out half an hour earlier. It was bright red and very soft, one of the softest he owned. It was also nice and airy, which was becoming more and more important as the weather got hotter.
Good. Riquarth said, retracting his nose, Because Jycenth just told me where to meet them. At his dragon’s words, M’dox let out a surprised squeak, grabbing his bag and the wine and dashing over to the ledge where Riquarth waited, mantling his wings in amusement. It wasn’t funny, he didn’t want to keep T’bia waiting, it was rude!
It didn’t take long to get there, Riquarth executing his usual precise jump between to bring them to the air above a copse of trees. He circled down lazily, not speeding up despite M’dox’s prompting, before landing and bending to let his rider down. M’dox rubbed Riquarth’s shoulder affectionately before heading over to T’bia, the usual heart racing picking up.
“Hey,” he said back, “It’s great. This place is beautiful.” M’dox said, glancing around trying to take it all in. It really was a nice little clearing, with the soft lighting and the tinkling music of the stream in the background. “I really like.” He added, turning to look at T’bia and smiling. “I, uh, brought this?” M’dox held the bottle of wine out, blushing a little. “I felt like I should bring something, and I had this lying around, it’s supposed to be good? We don’t have to drink it or anything, I just thought…” he said quickly, trailing off and glancing down at his feet. Was this a stupid idea to bring something? Maybe he made it weird? M’dox really hoped he hadn’t made it too weird.
Riquarth couldn’t help but sigh in amusement at his rider, watching him fondly for a moment before wandering over to Jycenth. He rumbled a hello back to the blue, joining Jycenth in sunning as he sprawled out on the grass nearby, partially unfurling his wings to create as much area for sunning as possible.
Even now, though with each passing month it seemed clearer that he wasn’t going to upset T’bia to the point of causing him to break off their friendship, M’dox still got nervous every time they met up, heart beating a little faster at the thought of seeing him again. Having T’bia as a friend was one of the best things in his life right now — Riquarth and his little firelizards being the other best things — and M’dox wanted to stay his friend as long as possible.
So, when T’bia had invited him for a picnic in a nice place he’d found near the Weyr, M’dox couldn’t even fathom saying anything but ‘yes!’
He’d fussed for a while over something to bring, as he’d always been taught that you brought a little something to a meal when you were invited to one. M’dox didn’t have any way to cook in his weyr, and he was too nervous to ask the kitchen workers if he could borrow some space to make something. Too many memories of his childhood and being kept from the kitchen after his father decided he wasn’t masculine enough and needed to be kept away from womanish things or he’d never get better. So, making something himself wasn’t an option, which meant he had to bring something he got. M’dox figured getting something from the kitchens didn’t make sense, as that was probably where T’bia would get food. So he had to find something else.
There wasn’t enough time to go get anything, so it had to be something M’dox already had lying around. He had his small stockpile of gifts for his family that he would give them whenever he got up the nerve to visit, including some non-perishable food items, but taking something from the collection, even if he had multiple gifts for every family member, felt weird. Everything else he got for himself was clothes, which probably wouldn’t fit T’bia anyway. Besides, M’dox didn’t want to give those away! The only other thing he had was two bottles of wine he had bought on his first solo trip to Telgar Hold. He’d gotten drawn into a conversation with a wine merchant with an outside stand and felt bad about leaving without buying anything. Stupid inability to say no because he was scared of upsetting someone. So now he had two bottles of fairly good quality wine that he felt would be too pathetic to drink on his own, so he’d stuck them in a cabinet and forgotten about them. Until now, that he was tearing through his room looking for a suitable thing to bring to a picnic. Wine seemed reasonable enough, you could drink wine at a picnic. Nodding at himself, M’dox grabbed one of the bottles at random and put it with his bag.
Are you ready to go now? Or do you need to change your outfit again? Riquarth asked, poking as much of his head as he could fit (which wasn’t much) through the doorway into the main room.
“No, I think I’m good.” M’dox said, glancing down at the shirt he had painstakingly picked out half an hour earlier. It was bright red and very soft, one of the softest he owned. It was also nice and airy, which was becoming more and more important as the weather got hotter.
Good. Riquarth said, retracting his nose, Because Jycenth just told me where to meet them. At his dragon’s words, M’dox let out a surprised squeak, grabbing his bag and the wine and dashing over to the ledge where Riquarth waited, mantling his wings in amusement. It wasn’t funny, he didn’t want to keep T’bia waiting, it was rude!
It didn’t take long to get there, Riquarth executing his usual precise jump between to bring them to the air above a copse of trees. He circled down lazily, not speeding up despite M’dox’s prompting, before landing and bending to let his rider down. M’dox rubbed Riquarth’s shoulder affectionately before heading over to T’bia, the usual heart racing picking up.
“Hey,” he said back, “It’s great. This place is beautiful.” M’dox said, glancing around trying to take it all in. It really was a nice little clearing, with the soft lighting and the tinkling music of the stream in the background. “I really like.” He added, turning to look at T’bia and smiling. “I, uh, brought this?” M’dox held the bottle of wine out, blushing a little. “I felt like I should bring something, and I had this lying around, it’s supposed to be good? We don’t have to drink it or anything, I just thought…” he said quickly, trailing off and glancing down at his feet. Was this a stupid idea to bring something? Maybe he made it weird? M’dox really hoped he hadn’t made it too weird.
Riquarth couldn’t help but sigh in amusement at his rider, watching him fondly for a moment before wandering over to Jycenth. He rumbled a hello back to the blue, joining Jycenth in sunning as he sprawled out on the grass nearby, partially unfurling his wings to create as much area for sunning as possible.
