20.Oct.17, 08:47 PM
Did he - no, he was laughing at something I said about him. He doesn't believe I will make him answer himself next time, instead of relaying his answer for him. The brown sighed, resigned. He's probably right, of course. In any case, Riquarth said, reassuring Jycenth He was in no way laughing at your rider.
While the dragons were conversing, M'dox turned away from his newly filled wash tub to see if T'bia had gotten his response yet. To his surprise, the bluerider was staring at him, looking like he was about to cry.
"Are you alright?" He asked, concern in his voice. "Did you get soap in your eye? Or-" M'dox could feel panic growing with each word, trying to think back to everything he had done in the past few minutes. He hung up clothes to dry, Riquarth had passed on the message from Jycenth, he'd gotten a new load of laundry, he'd laughed at Riquarth saying he was going to make him answer - oh, no he'd laughed out loud, hadn't he? M'dox felt his chest tighten. How could he have been so careless? Usually he kept a tight lid on his conversations with Riquarth and gave as few indications he was speaking to his dragon as possible. But doing laundry and talking to T'bia with Riquarth half asleep in the background had just been so nice he'd slipped up.
"Was it me laughing?" He asked, taking a step towards T'bia then stopping, unsure if he should move closer. He thought maybe it wouldn't be appreciated. "I'm so sorry, it wasn't at you, I swear, or Jycenth, or anything like that!" M'dox said, voice rising in pitch and speed as he kept going. " I thought that since Jycenth asked it was polite to answer him directly, so I asked Riquarth to do it, and Riquarth was saying he'd make me answer instead of relaying the message next time and was laughing 'cause he's said the before and never done it, it really wasn't at you, or about you, I really mean it, I wouldn't want to hurt you at all, you've been really nice, and I was having a good time, and now I've ruined it cause I never think!" He rambled, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He never wanted to be like the boys who hurt him as a kid, but look at him now. What an awful person he was.
"I'm sorry." M'dox whispered, hugging his arms to his chest.
While the dragons were conversing, M'dox turned away from his newly filled wash tub to see if T'bia had gotten his response yet. To his surprise, the bluerider was staring at him, looking like he was about to cry.
"Are you alright?" He asked, concern in his voice. "Did you get soap in your eye? Or-" M'dox could feel panic growing with each word, trying to think back to everything he had done in the past few minutes. He hung up clothes to dry, Riquarth had passed on the message from Jycenth, he'd gotten a new load of laundry, he'd laughed at Riquarth saying he was going to make him answer - oh, no he'd laughed out loud, hadn't he? M'dox felt his chest tighten. How could he have been so careless? Usually he kept a tight lid on his conversations with Riquarth and gave as few indications he was speaking to his dragon as possible. But doing laundry and talking to T'bia with Riquarth half asleep in the background had just been so nice he'd slipped up.
"Was it me laughing?" He asked, taking a step towards T'bia then stopping, unsure if he should move closer. He thought maybe it wouldn't be appreciated. "I'm so sorry, it wasn't at you, I swear, or Jycenth, or anything like that!" M'dox said, voice rising in pitch and speed as he kept going. " I thought that since Jycenth asked it was polite to answer him directly, so I asked Riquarth to do it, and Riquarth was saying he'd make me answer instead of relaying the message next time and was laughing 'cause he's said the before and never done it, it really wasn't at you, or about you, I really mean it, I wouldn't want to hurt you at all, you've been really nice, and I was having a good time, and now I've ruined it cause I never think!" He rambled, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He never wanted to be like the boys who hurt him as a kid, but look at him now. What an awful person he was.
"I'm sorry." M'dox whispered, hugging his arms to his chest.