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15.Oct.17, 06:57 PM
Relief washed over T’bia when M’dox didn’t mock his motor mouth, the crimson slowly leaking away as T’bia looked up, listening to what the brownrider was saying as he dug up another shirt from the barrel of rinsing water, and gently wrung it out, before placing it in the basket of we clothing. Smiling absently and mostly to himself, he set about putting another load of washing in the soapy water and mashing it with the paddle. He agreed with what M’dox was saying, but was still self-conscious of his babbling a moment before, so he didn’t offer up any more for a few minutes, working steadily on his washing.
“I heard much the same,” T’bia said gently, looking up bashfully and hoping M’dox hadn’t felt he was being ignored. T’bia was still pink cheeked and his eyes were shy. “No, my father is a bluerider,” T’bia said proudly, smiling brightly. He loved his father dearly and went out of his way to make the man proud of him. It wasn’t something he was very good at, but he tried and his father always seemed to appreciate every little thing T’bia did. He’d been so proud when T’bia Impressed Jycenth! “They’re Th’nyr and Quendyluth.” He offered, smiling proudly as he mentioned them. “They Impressed, well, you know, before.” Before the Plague. T’bia shuddered and glanced unconsciously in the direction he knew Jycenth was located in.
“He’s here at Telgar, with my siblings. They don’t have dragons. My brother has Stood a few times, but he hasn’t managed to Impress yet. I hope he does. He’d make a good dragonrider. Probably a brown or bronze! He’s a natural leader, not like me. I’m a loser. My sister’s probably won’t stand though. I think dad wants to send them to one of the Halls, but they don’t like taking girls and so I’m not sure he’ll be able to. Plus the Halls kind of hate dragonriders, what with what they did, you know. So I guess they might end up standing anyway…” He trailed off, flushing hotly again. He studiously set himself to working on his clothing, swallowing the apology that threatened to pour fourth. Jycenth didn’t feel T’bia should always apologise when his mouth ran away with him, and T’bia was doing his best to make his dragon proud of him.
“I heard much the same,” T’bia said gently, looking up bashfully and hoping M’dox hadn’t felt he was being ignored. T’bia was still pink cheeked and his eyes were shy. “No, my father is a bluerider,” T’bia said proudly, smiling brightly. He loved his father dearly and went out of his way to make the man proud of him. It wasn’t something he was very good at, but he tried and his father always seemed to appreciate every little thing T’bia did. He’d been so proud when T’bia Impressed Jycenth! “They’re Th’nyr and Quendyluth.” He offered, smiling proudly as he mentioned them. “They Impressed, well, you know, before.” Before the Plague. T’bia shuddered and glanced unconsciously in the direction he knew Jycenth was located in.
“He’s here at Telgar, with my siblings. They don’t have dragons. My brother has Stood a few times, but he hasn’t managed to Impress yet. I hope he does. He’d make a good dragonrider. Probably a brown or bronze! He’s a natural leader, not like me. I’m a loser. My sister’s probably won’t stand though. I think dad wants to send them to one of the Halls, but they don’t like taking girls and so I’m not sure he’ll be able to. Plus the Halls kind of hate dragonriders, what with what they did, you know. So I guess they might end up standing anyway…” He trailed off, flushing hotly again. He studiously set himself to working on his clothing, swallowing the apology that threatened to pour fourth. Jycenth didn’t feel T’bia should always apologise when his mouth ran away with him, and T’bia was doing his best to make his dragon proud of him.
