04.Jul.18, 05:36 AM
It had been four days since M’dox had last seen T’bia, which meant it was four days since the picnic and four days since T’bia had kissed him. And he’d kissed T’bia back and then they had kissed more and M’dox still couldn’t believe it wasn’t a dream. It felt like a dream. Riquarth had been perfectly happy to confirm the kissing had in fact taken place every time M’dox questioned it, voice rumbling in amusement at his rider’s disbelief.
But now M’dox wasn’t sure what to do. He wanted to spend time with T’bia again — there didn’t have to be kissing, M’dox would be perfectly happy to just spend time with his friend — but they didn’t usually hang out together this soon after something, at least not since the Hold trip three days after meeting. So M’dox agonized over a reason to invite T’bia somewhere. There wasn’t a Gather coming up, was there? Or something? M’dox sighed and threw down the shirt he was trying to convince a stain to come out of. Because even his chores wanted to remind him of T’bia today, his lack of clean clothing sending him to the laundry room where he and T’bia first met. There were other laundry rooms around the weyr, but M’dox always gravitated towards this one. He sighed again and picked the shirt back up, deciding it was de-stained enough for now and could just be tossed in with the light colored ‘to wash’ pile.
After another minute of sorting, M’dox started when the door to the room creaked open. His heart raced, both with the usual anxiety over people he didn’t know but also the slim possibility it might be T’bia. It wasn’t. The opening door revealed a middle aged women with a large basket, full of what looked to be sheets. She noticed M’dox’s eyes on her, and turned to smile at him, saying hello. M’dox smiled shyly back with a mumbled but polite hello. He didn’t know her, but she was almost certainly one of the Lower Caverns women who did many of the weyr housework. Having determined the newcomer wasn’t someone to worry about (she immediately went over to a warm water tub and started putting the sheets into it), M’dox returned to pining sorting his laundry. He needed to think of a good reason to spend time together! He couldn’t just show up at T’bia’s weyr and say ‘hey, I missed you and wanted to hang out!’
You could actually do just that, you know. Riquarth said, clearly entertained. M’dox frowned, ’No, I can’t. Can I?’ Could he? It was a thing to visit friends just because, wasn’t it, though M’dox had never done it. Too worried he’d be turned away or go to the wrong door (not that he had many friends to visit, but still). It was okay to visit friends. He and T’bia were friends. Friends who had kissed now. Kissing friends? M’dox fell into a swirl of thoughts trying to puzzle out how all this fit together and whether or not he should visit T’bia. Riquarth sighed. His rider had done so well the other day, but it seemed he was stalling. Ah, well, that’s why M’dox was lucky he had Riquarth, the brown thought, reaching out to a familiar mind.
Jycenth, if your rider isn’t busy, now might be a good time to do laundry. Riquarth said mildly, sending his blue friend the image of the laundry room and M’dox’s large pile of things to wash. They had some time, considering M’dox had almost his entire wardrobe with him.
But now M’dox wasn’t sure what to do. He wanted to spend time with T’bia again — there didn’t have to be kissing, M’dox would be perfectly happy to just spend time with his friend — but they didn’t usually hang out together this soon after something, at least not since the Hold trip three days after meeting. So M’dox agonized over a reason to invite T’bia somewhere. There wasn’t a Gather coming up, was there? Or something? M’dox sighed and threw down the shirt he was trying to convince a stain to come out of. Because even his chores wanted to remind him of T’bia today, his lack of clean clothing sending him to the laundry room where he and T’bia first met. There were other laundry rooms around the weyr, but M’dox always gravitated towards this one. He sighed again and picked the shirt back up, deciding it was de-stained enough for now and could just be tossed in with the light colored ‘to wash’ pile.
After another minute of sorting, M’dox started when the door to the room creaked open. His heart raced, both with the usual anxiety over people he didn’t know but also the slim possibility it might be T’bia. It wasn’t. The opening door revealed a middle aged women with a large basket, full of what looked to be sheets. She noticed M’dox’s eyes on her, and turned to smile at him, saying hello. M’dox smiled shyly back with a mumbled but polite hello. He didn’t know her, but she was almost certainly one of the Lower Caverns women who did many of the weyr housework. Having determined the newcomer wasn’t someone to worry about (she immediately went over to a warm water tub and started putting the sheets into it), M’dox returned to pining sorting his laundry. He needed to think of a good reason to spend time together! He couldn’t just show up at T’bia’s weyr and say ‘hey, I missed you and wanted to hang out!’
You could actually do just that, you know. Riquarth said, clearly entertained. M’dox frowned, ’No, I can’t. Can I?’ Could he? It was a thing to visit friends just because, wasn’t it, though M’dox had never done it. Too worried he’d be turned away or go to the wrong door (not that he had many friends to visit, but still). It was okay to visit friends. He and T’bia were friends. Friends who had kissed now. Kissing friends? M’dox fell into a swirl of thoughts trying to puzzle out how all this fit together and whether or not he should visit T’bia. Riquarth sighed. His rider had done so well the other day, but it seemed he was stalling. Ah, well, that’s why M’dox was lucky he had Riquarth, the brown thought, reaching out to a familiar mind.
Jycenth, if your rider isn’t busy, now might be a good time to do laundry. Riquarth said mildly, sending his blue friend the image of the laundry room and M’dox’s large pile of things to wash. They had some time, considering M’dox had almost his entire wardrobe with him.