14.Oct.17, 02:06 AM
T’bia was lost in his own world, his thoughts a million miles away as he absently moved the contents of his barrel around with the wooden paddal, being careful not to splash himself and humming away. He probably would have remained completely oblivious to his new companion, if it hadn’t been for Jycenth gently poking him mentally with a soft and breathy sounding laugh. Sweetheart, you have company. The dragon had taken a moment to peer in on his rider, and taken note of what T’bia had been oblivious to.
“Oh!” He said lightly, the sound punctuated with the slight splash of water and then T’bia was sticking his fingers in his mouth, cursing childishly (“Poop!”) around the mouthful of digits, his eyes watering from the sting of hot water. He felt his face flame up, and his shoulders hunched forward as he pulled his fingers free and shook his hand for a moment. Glancing bashfully towards M’dox, T’bia crept silently to the basin where cold water was located, and washed his hand quickly. The sting was abating, which was good, and he knew the water wasn’t hot enough to do any real damage. Nonetheless, Jycenth was anxiously on the edge of his mind, and T’bia took a moment to reassure the gentle blue that he was fine, no big, except he was dying of embarrassment.
That was hardly new!
Moving back to his barrel, T’bia positioned himself so he could study his companion quietly, head tilted slightly to one side. He didn’t recognise the young man, which wasn’t really strange – T’bia had been so wrapped up in his own weyrlinghood that he knew no one outside his classmates and his teachers; the older dragonriders were stationed on a pedestal that T’bia was probably unwise to lump them all onto, and the younger riders than himself were a blur of faces that became dragonriders. Jycenth usually helped him identify other riders, but he couldn’t help much when the dragon of the other rider wasn’t present and T’bia wasn’t sure he’d ever seen this guy. His eyes searched for knots, but if he was wearing them, T’bia couldn’t see them.
With his thoughts on knots, T’bia’s hand crept up to caress his own dragonrider knots, still entranced by the fact that he’d not only Impressed to Jycenth (obviously the best blue ever! Ayyonth was a close second though), but he had also graduated his Weyrlinghood. A miracle of itself, both to T’bia and pretty much everyone in the Weyr except the two blue dragons, and R’nd. R’nd had had so much faith in him. T’bia warmed up, thinking about his mentor. The crush he’d had on the older bluerider had faded some with time, but R’nd still brought an affectionate and warm feeling to T’bia’s tummy.
“Hello,” he greeted, his voice soft but firm in the gentle greeting. His blue eyes studied M’dox for a moment longer, searching his face. “I’m T’bia, of Jycenth,” a pause. “He’s blue.” He added, just in case the other man didn’t know who Jycenth was, or couldn’t see his knots or… well, just in case. T’bia smiled invitingly, waiting patiently for a response.
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“Oh!” He said lightly, the sound punctuated with the slight splash of water and then T’bia was sticking his fingers in his mouth, cursing childishly (“Poop!”) around the mouthful of digits, his eyes watering from the sting of hot water. He felt his face flame up, and his shoulders hunched forward as he pulled his fingers free and shook his hand for a moment. Glancing bashfully towards M’dox, T’bia crept silently to the basin where cold water was located, and washed his hand quickly. The sting was abating, which was good, and he knew the water wasn’t hot enough to do any real damage. Nonetheless, Jycenth was anxiously on the edge of his mind, and T’bia took a moment to reassure the gentle blue that he was fine, no big, except he was dying of embarrassment.
That was hardly new!
Moving back to his barrel, T’bia positioned himself so he could study his companion quietly, head tilted slightly to one side. He didn’t recognise the young man, which wasn’t really strange – T’bia had been so wrapped up in his own weyrlinghood that he knew no one outside his classmates and his teachers; the older dragonriders were stationed on a pedestal that T’bia was probably unwise to lump them all onto, and the younger riders than himself were a blur of faces that became dragonriders. Jycenth usually helped him identify other riders, but he couldn’t help much when the dragon of the other rider wasn’t present and T’bia wasn’t sure he’d ever seen this guy. His eyes searched for knots, but if he was wearing them, T’bia couldn’t see them.
With his thoughts on knots, T’bia’s hand crept up to caress his own dragonrider knots, still entranced by the fact that he’d not only Impressed to Jycenth (obviously the best blue ever! Ayyonth was a close second though), but he had also graduated his Weyrlinghood. A miracle of itself, both to T’bia and pretty much everyone in the Weyr except the two blue dragons, and R’nd. R’nd had had so much faith in him. T’bia warmed up, thinking about his mentor. The crush he’d had on the older bluerider had faded some with time, but R’nd still brought an affectionate and warm feeling to T’bia’s tummy.
“Hello,” he greeted, his voice soft but firm in the gentle greeting. His blue eyes studied M’dox for a moment longer, searching his face. “I’m T’bia, of Jycenth,” a pause. “He’s blue.” He added, just in case the other man didn’t know who Jycenth was, or couldn’t see his knots or… well, just in case. T’bia smiled invitingly, waiting patiently for a response.
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