11.Jun.18, 09:41 PM
M’dox breathed out a sigh of relief that T’bia seemed to like his offering to the picnic. He had been so worried! “It should be better than Katilan, yes, but that’s not hard.” Not that M’dox was an expert on Katilian wine either, but Riquarth had hatched there, he’d been a Candidate there, and he’d been invited to a couple gatherings that involved drinking that he was too scared to say no to, so he knew what it was like. Not pleasant, but it definitely got you drunk when you were an awkward, freshly Searched kid from a cothold who nervously drank whatever they gave you because you didn’t know what else to do. M’dox inwardly shuddered at those memories. He really didn’t miss his Candidacy, not at all.
“Okay, sure, I’ll just leave it—“ he started saying, agreeing to put the wine in the indicated place, when T’bia grabbed his hand. M’dox’s voice caught for a second, still unused to how contact friendly T’bia was even after this many months. Not that he didn’t like it! It was nice, having regular contact with another person. M’dox was just bad at anticipating it, and it sometimes took him by surprise. Smiling a little, he set the wine down and was immediately pulled by T’bia to go look at something.
He oohed at the egg shaped rock, gently resting a hand on it. It was cool, as the rock wasn’t in direct sunlight, and not egg textured at all, but if he wasn’t touching it the resemblance was uncanny. As soon as he removed his hand from the rock, T’bia was pulling him away to see something else.
The ‘something else’ turned out to be little purple flowers. M’dox recognized them as a type of wildflower, one that would crop up in the fields around the farms he grew up on. He honestly couldn’t remember if they had a name, it was just one of the various wildflowers that were little, pretty, and not bad for the animals to eat so they weren’t important enough to be taught about. Looking intently at the flowers trying to remember if he knew the name, M’dox missed T’bia picking one of the flowers from the little patch. His eyes widened a bit when T’bia reached over to him and tucked the bloom behind one of his ears. M’dox reached up shyly with the hand not held by T’bia, gently touching the flower in his hair and blushing. He’d forgotten how much he liked having flowers in his hair, it had been so long. “Thanks.” M’dox breathed, unable to keep from smiling widely. He dipped his head down to hide how much he was blushing, but of course, looking down meant he saw T’bia holding his hand and he only blushed harder.
Since he was looking down, M’dox almost tripped when T’bia started moving again, though he managed to keep his footing. He glanced at the trees then back at T’bia curiously. Upon hearing his explanation, M’dox let out a soft ‘oh,’ looking back at the trees. They were rather like them and their dragons. “I really like that.” he said, squeezing T’bia’s hand lightly as T’bia lay his other hand on the trunk.
Those trees are much too small for either to properly represent me. Riquarth said to both of them, looking at the tree through M’dox. Laughing at his dragon, M’dox looked at T’bia, grinning widely.
“Okay, sure, I’ll just leave it—“ he started saying, agreeing to put the wine in the indicated place, when T’bia grabbed his hand. M’dox’s voice caught for a second, still unused to how contact friendly T’bia was even after this many months. Not that he didn’t like it! It was nice, having regular contact with another person. M’dox was just bad at anticipating it, and it sometimes took him by surprise. Smiling a little, he set the wine down and was immediately pulled by T’bia to go look at something.
He oohed at the egg shaped rock, gently resting a hand on it. It was cool, as the rock wasn’t in direct sunlight, and not egg textured at all, but if he wasn’t touching it the resemblance was uncanny. As soon as he removed his hand from the rock, T’bia was pulling him away to see something else.
The ‘something else’ turned out to be little purple flowers. M’dox recognized them as a type of wildflower, one that would crop up in the fields around the farms he grew up on. He honestly couldn’t remember if they had a name, it was just one of the various wildflowers that were little, pretty, and not bad for the animals to eat so they weren’t important enough to be taught about. Looking intently at the flowers trying to remember if he knew the name, M’dox missed T’bia picking one of the flowers from the little patch. His eyes widened a bit when T’bia reached over to him and tucked the bloom behind one of his ears. M’dox reached up shyly with the hand not held by T’bia, gently touching the flower in his hair and blushing. He’d forgotten how much he liked having flowers in his hair, it had been so long. “Thanks.” M’dox breathed, unable to keep from smiling widely. He dipped his head down to hide how much he was blushing, but of course, looking down meant he saw T’bia holding his hand and he only blushed harder.
Since he was looking down, M’dox almost tripped when T’bia started moving again, though he managed to keep his footing. He glanced at the trees then back at T’bia curiously. Upon hearing his explanation, M’dox let out a soft ‘oh,’ looking back at the trees. They were rather like them and their dragons. “I really like that.” he said, squeezing T’bia’s hand lightly as T’bia lay his other hand on the trunk.
Those trees are much too small for either to properly represent me. Riquarth said to both of them, looking at the tree through M’dox. Laughing at his dragon, M’dox looked at T’bia, grinning widely.