21.Sep.18, 03:14 AM
Much to Riquarth’s quiet dismay, M’dox had withdrawn a bit after the fires. It was, for M’dox, a bit close to home. Not that his family lived anywhere near Ista or the unfortunate Rocky Hold (they lived in a cothold outside of Greenfields Hold, which was just about the middle of nowhere), but M’dox could see them in the farmers of Ista, terrified and confused at the loss of their homes and livelihoods. These people could so easily be the people he grew up with, and it was a disconcerting feeling. He didn’t like it. It kept him off balance the rest of the day, and after hours of trench digging M’dox and Riquarth had returned to Telgar, and after a bath M’dox had walked into the wrong weyr. The whole thing was absolutely mortifying and M’dox had nearly died on the spot of embarrassment. Between that and seeing his mother in every crying farmer’s wife M’dox hadn’t been up for reaching out to people.
That didn’t mean he didn’t want to be around people though! Having someone to hang out with would have been nice, he just couldn’t…reach out to them himself. M’dox didn’t want to be alone, he just couldn’t bring himself to initiate contact. It was hard on a good day, and there were a lot of not so good days in a row. M’dox had considered visiting his family, to remind himself they were fine, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that either. He just spent a lot of time with Riquarth, who was a bit caught off guard by his rider’s mood and wasn’t sure if he should reach out to someone on his bonded’s behalf. In the end, the brown decided to wait the mood out, at least for a bit, before he started meddling too much.
M’dox had spent the evening so far lying in his bed and playing idly with the firelizards, tossing nuts and berries across the room and watching them pop between to try and catch them. Sometimes they would reach the fruit or nut at the same time and fight over it, turning into a tiny ball of playfully shrieking green. He was distracted by Nubbie snatching a nut away from Friv, that he almost missed the first knock, and even then he wasn’t entirely sure it was a knock on his door. It was a bit quiet, maybe it was a neighbors door? Or a neighbor dropping something? The second knock he didn’t miss, and since now he was listening M’dox heard T’bia’s voice.
T’bia.
The bluerider was at the top of M’dox’s (admittedly short) list of people he really wanted to see. He’d wanted to see T’bia since the fires, he really had, he just…couldn’t bring himself to reach out. M’dox had been in such low spirits he hadn’t wanted to impose them on T’bia too. T’bia didn’t deserve that. But apparently he was here now, knocking on the door, wanting to see him, and how very much M’dox had missed T’bia crashed down on him.
“Be right there,” he called, clambering up from the bed and tripping over the folded corner of a rug in his hurry to get to the door. M’dox managed to keep himself from falling over by grabbing the back of a chair (the same one he’d been sitting in last time T’bia came over), and after righting himself continued on to the door. He paused with his hand hovering over the handle, breath caught in his throat, suddenly afraid that T’bia might only be there to say they weren’t friends anymore, that M’dox had neglected him too long. He probably deserved that. Riquarth snorted dismissively, quickly disabusing M’dox of that idea and told him to just open the door already. So chastised, M’dox quietly opened the door to reveal T’bia. He couldn’t help the smile that broke across his face at the sight of his friend, just looking at him a moment, before opening the door all the way.
“It’s good to see you, T’bia,” M’dox said quietly, stepping back to give T’bia space to enter the room, “come in.”
That didn’t mean he didn’t want to be around people though! Having someone to hang out with would have been nice, he just couldn’t…reach out to them himself. M’dox didn’t want to be alone, he just couldn’t bring himself to initiate contact. It was hard on a good day, and there were a lot of not so good days in a row. M’dox had considered visiting his family, to remind himself they were fine, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that either. He just spent a lot of time with Riquarth, who was a bit caught off guard by his rider’s mood and wasn’t sure if he should reach out to someone on his bonded’s behalf. In the end, the brown decided to wait the mood out, at least for a bit, before he started meddling too much.
M’dox had spent the evening so far lying in his bed and playing idly with the firelizards, tossing nuts and berries across the room and watching them pop between to try and catch them. Sometimes they would reach the fruit or nut at the same time and fight over it, turning into a tiny ball of playfully shrieking green. He was distracted by Nubbie snatching a nut away from Friv, that he almost missed the first knock, and even then he wasn’t entirely sure it was a knock on his door. It was a bit quiet, maybe it was a neighbors door? Or a neighbor dropping something? The second knock he didn’t miss, and since now he was listening M’dox heard T’bia’s voice.
T’bia.
The bluerider was at the top of M’dox’s (admittedly short) list of people he really wanted to see. He’d wanted to see T’bia since the fires, he really had, he just…couldn’t bring himself to reach out. M’dox had been in such low spirits he hadn’t wanted to impose them on T’bia too. T’bia didn’t deserve that. But apparently he was here now, knocking on the door, wanting to see him, and how very much M’dox had missed T’bia crashed down on him.
“Be right there,” he called, clambering up from the bed and tripping over the folded corner of a rug in his hurry to get to the door. M’dox managed to keep himself from falling over by grabbing the back of a chair (the same one he’d been sitting in last time T’bia came over), and after righting himself continued on to the door. He paused with his hand hovering over the handle, breath caught in his throat, suddenly afraid that T’bia might only be there to say they weren’t friends anymore, that M’dox had neglected him too long. He probably deserved that. Riquarth snorted dismissively, quickly disabusing M’dox of that idea and told him to just open the door already. So chastised, M’dox quietly opened the door to reveal T’bia. He couldn’t help the smile that broke across his face at the sight of his friend, just looking at him a moment, before opening the door all the way.
“It’s good to see you, T’bia,” M’dox said quietly, stepping back to give T’bia space to enter the room, “come in.”