29.Apr.18, 12:56 AM
T’bia flashed a grin at M’dox when the other rider joined him, and the blue scarf was looped around his neck. “Thanks!” He added, realising he’d been distracted, again, and run off before the previous conversation was actually completed. He really did need to work on that… T’bia beamed when M’dox decided on a scarf that would match his dragon, the young bluerider finding the fact that they had matching dragon scarfs from their adventure rather a good sign for their budding friendship! He was sentimental like that.
Looking up when T’bia heard M’dox’s voice, he turned to find the brownrider standing with a skirt held against him and a questioning look on his face. T’bia blinked, not having expected such an image when he turned around, but he smiled brightly. “It’s lovely!” It was, too, and the idea of M’dox wearing it, while strange, wasn’t the strangest thought that had ever crossed T’bia’s mind and he didn’t see any reason to laugh at his new friend if he liked wearing skirts. Honestly, most of the women T’bia knew seemed to enjoy wearing them so there had to be a reason why, right? Comfort, probably, though T’bia himself had never worn a skirt so he didn’t know. Maybe he’d ask Rhaedalyn.
“Oh,” T’bia responded to M’dox’s blushing addon, blinking again. He shrugged. “It’s still lovely!” He paused and considered M’dox for a moment. “Is she built similar to you?” He asked, taking in M’dox’s height and hip. “If she has wide hips it might not fit, but you’re right about the length.” While T’bia had no training in such things, he had spent his childhood and life since repairing clothing so he didn’t feel like he was wearing pure rags. He wasn’t as good as K’rin (but who was?) but it was something he had an uncommon confidence in and his serious expression and unusually considered words indicated as much.
Looking up when T’bia heard M’dox’s voice, he turned to find the brownrider standing with a skirt held against him and a questioning look on his face. T’bia blinked, not having expected such an image when he turned around, but he smiled brightly. “It’s lovely!” It was, too, and the idea of M’dox wearing it, while strange, wasn’t the strangest thought that had ever crossed T’bia’s mind and he didn’t see any reason to laugh at his new friend if he liked wearing skirts. Honestly, most of the women T’bia knew seemed to enjoy wearing them so there had to be a reason why, right? Comfort, probably, though T’bia himself had never worn a skirt so he didn’t know. Maybe he’d ask Rhaedalyn.
“Oh,” T’bia responded to M’dox’s blushing addon, blinking again. He shrugged. “It’s still lovely!” He paused and considered M’dox for a moment. “Is she built similar to you?” He asked, taking in M’dox’s height and hip. “If she has wide hips it might not fit, but you’re right about the length.” While T’bia had no training in such things, he had spent his childhood and life since repairing clothing so he didn’t feel like he was wearing pure rags. He wasn’t as good as K’rin (but who was?) but it was something he had an uncommon confidence in and his serious expression and unusually considered words indicated as much.