02.Jan.15, 08:25 AM
T’bia shifted anxiously the longer R’nd remained silent, his eyebrows knit with worry and his lower lip trembling as his mind came up with every reason imaginable about why R’nd was still not speaking and how terrible he must feel T’bia was to break his own dragon. The fact that it had only been seconds and not the eternity it felt like meant very little to the distraught bluerider. It felt like forever, and for someone such as T’bia who lived very much by what and how he felt, those few seconds shaped up to be a terrible omen.
When R’nd finally did start to speak, all his words got from T’bia was a distrustful scowl, though the expression was likely reminiscent of a puppy trying to look like a bloodthirsty wher. The little quip about Larrikith and Ayyonth got no more response than a pursing of pouting lips and eyes cast to the side, T’bia fiddling uncomfortably with the hem of his sleeve. His eyes darted up to stare at R’nd in clear worry as his mentor made an effort to make sure T’bia would not blame himself – something that told the youngster he was clearly to blame.
As the explanation came, T’bia’s eyes widened slightly before his gaze was cast aside again. He knew about flights, and he knew what came of them. It had been a part of his life for as long as he could remember – came with having a bluerider for a father – that knowledge you have and do not remember gaining. He had been educated in it during his first Candidacy lessons, and then so much more after actually Impressing.
“It’s not that. I’m ready.” His voice was low and soft, with an edge of resignation. Not at what the flight situation would bring about, more the entire situation he found himself in; not even R’nd understood or was going to accept that he had broken his dragon.But it’s not what you want. Jycenth put in gently, before withdrawing quickly and silently without giving T’bia a chance to respond. T’bia hugged himself miserably and slouched in on himself, barely whispering; “I’m ready.”
When R’nd finally did start to speak, all his words got from T’bia was a distrustful scowl, though the expression was likely reminiscent of a puppy trying to look like a bloodthirsty wher. The little quip about Larrikith and Ayyonth got no more response than a pursing of pouting lips and eyes cast to the side, T’bia fiddling uncomfortably with the hem of his sleeve. His eyes darted up to stare at R’nd in clear worry as his mentor made an effort to make sure T’bia would not blame himself – something that told the youngster he was clearly to blame.
As the explanation came, T’bia’s eyes widened slightly before his gaze was cast aside again. He knew about flights, and he knew what came of them. It had been a part of his life for as long as he could remember – came with having a bluerider for a father – that knowledge you have and do not remember gaining. He had been educated in it during his first Candidacy lessons, and then so much more after actually Impressing.
“It’s not that. I’m ready.” His voice was low and soft, with an edge of resignation. Not at what the flight situation would bring about, more the entire situation he found himself in; not even R’nd understood or was going to accept that he had broken his dragon.