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01.Mar.14, 02:09 AM
Despite growing up in the Weyr, T’bia was sure he would never get used to the sound of another dragon’s voice in his head – even Jycenth’s voice occasionally startled him! – and his nose scrunched up just slightly as Ayyonth’s voice tickled along the edge of his mind. Not that the blue had anything less than a pleasant voice, but it was just strange and T’bia was relieved when Jycenth’s presence was all that was left a short moment later. “Thank you,” was murmured, though T’bia was not yet positive he was not interrupting.
Blue eyes widened, and T’bia’s young face turned a beautiful shade of red that would have put most sunburns to shame as R’nd came out, his quick mind quickly taking in the state of the bluerider’s undress and rather mussed looking appearance, and just as swiftly leaping and bounding down that path. Huge eyes dropped to stare at the back of Jycenth’s neck and T’bia shook his head. “N-no,” he could only imagine how angry B’jin must be! He was pretty sure everyone in his class could remember when one of the green dragonets had choked, and B’jin had stormed out of his room, and down the hall, and shoved his hand down the little dragon’s throat to retrieve the chunk of meat the greedy girl had not chewed properly. He had said about three clipped words as he shoved the chunk in the boy’s hands before stalking back to his room. Moreover, that was just for waking him up too early!
You are jumping to conclusions, Bibi, Jycenth’s soft and feminine voice brushed gently against T’bia’s mind and the boy shook his head again. R’nd hadn’t even done his pants up, and he certainly didn’t look like he’d just been using the toilet! He’s going to think you quite rude if you don’t answer his questions, love.
T’bia gave a little squeak and looked up again, clinging to the bag and eyes bugging at the thought of adding to the reasons why R’nd should be angry with him. What questions had the bluerider asked? Idiot, he was such an idiot! Flailing mentally, T’bia fell back on why he was there, hoping it had been included in the questions R’nd had asked. “I b-brought you and B-b’jin,” the greenrider’s name was said in slight terror and his eyes darted towards the door R’nd had come out of, “some fruit.”And some flowers, the young blue spoke brightly in his light hearted, girly tones, his voice less designed to speak to R’nd, and more open to be heard by anyone that was open to hearing it.
“Yes,” T’bia managed not to stutter on that one, and shoved the hand forward that held the flowers in it, only to realise he was still sitting on Jycenth and even with the dragon lying down, he was well out of reach of R’nd. Flushing all over again, T’bia dropped his arm, retracting it back to himself, and flailed mentally (and visibly) for several seconds before lifting one leg over his dragon’s neck, and sliding ungracefully down Jycenth’s side to land with a grunt on the ground. He did manage not to squish anything, and once his balance was regained, he shoved the handful of flowers and the bag of fruit towards R’nd again.
Blue eyes widened, and T’bia’s young face turned a beautiful shade of red that would have put most sunburns to shame as R’nd came out, his quick mind quickly taking in the state of the bluerider’s undress and rather mussed looking appearance, and just as swiftly leaping and bounding down that path. Huge eyes dropped to stare at the back of Jycenth’s neck and T’bia shook his head. “N-no,” he could only imagine how angry B’jin must be! He was pretty sure everyone in his class could remember when one of the green dragonets had choked, and B’jin had stormed out of his room, and down the hall, and shoved his hand down the little dragon’s throat to retrieve the chunk of meat the greedy girl had not chewed properly. He had said about three clipped words as he shoved the chunk in the boy’s hands before stalking back to his room. Moreover, that was just for waking him up too early!
T’bia gave a little squeak and looked up again, clinging to the bag and eyes bugging at the thought of adding to the reasons why R’nd should be angry with him. What questions had the bluerider asked? Idiot, he was such an idiot! Flailing mentally, T’bia fell back on why he was there, hoping it had been included in the questions R’nd had asked. “I b-brought you and B-b’jin,” the greenrider’s name was said in slight terror and his eyes darted towards the door R’nd had come out of, “some fruit.”
“Yes,” T’bia managed not to stutter on that one, and shoved the hand forward that held the flowers in it, only to realise he was still sitting on Jycenth and even with the dragon lying down, he was well out of reach of R’nd. Flushing all over again, T’bia dropped his arm, retracting it back to himself, and flailed mentally (and visibly) for several seconds before lifting one leg over his dragon’s neck, and sliding ungracefully down Jycenth’s side to land with a grunt on the ground. He did manage not to squish anything, and once his balance was regained, he shoved the handful of flowers and the bag of fruit towards R’nd again.
