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09.Dec.17, 06:05 AM
T’bia was in a better state of mind than his new friend, if only because it hadn’t occurred to him that he should be fretting about what to wear. Indeed, he’d risen in the morning and put on an outfit that was neither here nor there on the scale of ‘special outing’ clothing. A pair of sturdy hide pants, his riding boots, and a clean but hardly fancy shirt, the laces at his chest tied a little on the loose side and a belt holding his pants up, shirt tucked in with enough loose to flop over slightly. He felt he looked decent enough, and it didn’t occur to him that he should wear something fancy to the hold, any more than it occurred to him to worry what M’dox might think of his outfit.
When T’bia judged it was a good time to meet up and head off to the Hold, he had Jycenth reach out to Riquarth, petting the young blue dragon’s nose affectionately as he relayed the message. “Do they need time to get ready?” He asked, moving away from his dragon to fetch his riding straps.
It sounds as if they are ready and waiting, Jycenth said softly, shifting his bulk around, lifting one arm and the other to assist T’bia as much as he could so the young man could put the straps on him, cinching each one firmly and securely. We should not keep them waiting. Come, love, let’s go. T’bia smiled excitedly as he scrambled up Jycenth’s side – he still had not gotten the hang of mounting smoothly – and latched himself in.
“Will they meet us in the air?”They will, the blue affirmed, sending the request to Riquarth. I will relay the image of where we are betweening to, also. Normally, a higher ranking dragon would be the one relaying such an image, but since Riquarth hadn’t been it seemed obvious to Jycenth that it would be he who instructed the brown. T’bia, oblivious to all things, was no less aware of this breech of etiquette than he was anything else.
Jycenth circled in the air until Riquarth and his rider joined them, then shared the image of their destination with the brown, making sure it was clear and crisp. He would not be responsible for them getting lost between! Checking with T’bia, Jycenth took a deep breath, and then they vanished into the blackness of between. Both rider and dragon kept mental contact for the few brief moments before sunlight erupted around them. T’bia breathed a heavy sigh of relief; there was something terrifying about between travel, no matter how often he did it.
Jycenth floated almost lazily towards the Hold Square, which was big enough for dragons to land in, when it wasn’t occupied by Gather stalls. He landed lightly, tucking his wings in and crouching so that T’bia could slide off to land with a stumble, before straightening and grinning excitedly at M’dox, wringing his hands together as he bounced slightly on the balls of his feet.
When T’bia judged it was a good time to meet up and head off to the Hold, he had Jycenth reach out to Riquarth, petting the young blue dragon’s nose affectionately as he relayed the message. “Do they need time to get ready?” He asked, moving away from his dragon to fetch his riding straps.
“Will they meet us in the air?”
Jycenth circled in the air until Riquarth and his rider joined them, then shared the image of their destination with the brown, making sure it was clear and crisp. He would not be responsible for them getting lost between! Checking with T’bia, Jycenth took a deep breath, and then they vanished into the blackness of between. Both rider and dragon kept mental contact for the few brief moments before sunlight erupted around them. T’bia breathed a heavy sigh of relief; there was something terrifying about between travel, no matter how often he did it.
Jycenth floated almost lazily towards the Hold Square, which was big enough for dragons to land in, when it wasn’t occupied by Gather stalls. He landed lightly, tucking his wings in and crouching so that T’bia could slide off to land with a stumble, before straightening and grinning excitedly at M’dox, wringing his hands together as he bounced slightly on the balls of his feet.
