14.Oct.18, 12:25 PM
T’bia giggled breathlessly as M’dox made his move on the boardgame sitting between them, amused by the quip the brownrider had made just before. Beside T’bia’s knee, a half-filled glass of juice was currently forgotten. Off to the side, a pile of plates and cutlery and what few crumbs were left from the dinner. Since their reconnection almost a month ago, T’bia had thrown himself into the relationship that was budding from the friendship he had with the brownrider, making sure he visited M’dox several times a week. When T’bia couldn’t visit, he often invited M’dox or had Jycenth relay messages to Riquarth.
The now constant flow of communications between them brought a glowing confidence to the young bluerider and left him looking perpetually delighted with everything going on around him. T’bia had first stayed the night about a week after their declarations of love; it had been an accident, with the pair of them falling asleep on M’dox’s bed while they were chatting. Fully clothed, completely innocent, but it had started a trend of their occasionally staying over at the other’s. It wasn’t like they didn’t live a couple of halls away, but considering both of their friendless childhoods, it wouldn’t be surprising to anyone that knew either of them (which most people didn’t, honestly) that they were diving into the fun parts of a friendship – hanging out, sleepovers, sharing secrets and stories.
Leaning forward to move his own piece, the dice skittering across the floor, T’bia was interrupted by Jycenth’s excited trill, followed by the growing hum of dragons announcing the impending Hatching. T’bia’s eyes widened in excitement and he forgot all about his turn to move his piece, scrambling to find his feet and help haul his friend to his. “I gotta bathe!” He might not be a candidate, but T’bia wasn’t about to go and welcome the dragonets to the world while he was dirty! Even if the only grime was from sitting on the floor, since he’d bathed that morning. Jycenth trilled in amusement as T’bia pressed a quick kiss to M’dox’s lips before he bolted out of the weyr, tripping over his own feet as he darted back to his weyr, throwing clothes around before he settled on what he wanted to change into, and quickly went to fine a spare tub of water.
Clean and pleased with his appearance, even if his hair was damp and towel-mussed, T’bia found his way to Jycenth and the pair made their way to the Sands, joining Riquarth and M’dox. Respecting his friend’s modesty, T’bia didn’t kiss the brownrider when he launched himself at him in excited anticipation of the Hatching, clinging to his friend dramatically as he chittered animatedly about the upcoming babies, and quizzing M’dox on anyone he might know of on the Sands, and what colour he thought would Hatch first; T’bia was betting on green – they were just so much more common than the other colours! – but he hoped it was a bronze, and did M’dox know that was supposed to be a lucky sign for the clutch?
The now constant flow of communications between them brought a glowing confidence to the young bluerider and left him looking perpetually delighted with everything going on around him. T’bia had first stayed the night about a week after their declarations of love; it had been an accident, with the pair of them falling asleep on M’dox’s bed while they were chatting. Fully clothed, completely innocent, but it had started a trend of their occasionally staying over at the other’s. It wasn’t like they didn’t live a couple of halls away, but considering both of their friendless childhoods, it wouldn’t be surprising to anyone that knew either of them (which most people didn’t, honestly) that they were diving into the fun parts of a friendship – hanging out, sleepovers, sharing secrets and stories.
Leaning forward to move his own piece, the dice skittering across the floor, T’bia was interrupted by Jycenth’s excited trill, followed by the growing hum of dragons announcing the impending Hatching. T’bia’s eyes widened in excitement and he forgot all about his turn to move his piece, scrambling to find his feet and help haul his friend to his. “I gotta bathe!” He might not be a candidate, but T’bia wasn’t about to go and welcome the dragonets to the world while he was dirty! Even if the only grime was from sitting on the floor, since he’d bathed that morning. Jycenth trilled in amusement as T’bia pressed a quick kiss to M’dox’s lips before he bolted out of the weyr, tripping over his own feet as he darted back to his weyr, throwing clothes around before he settled on what he wanted to change into, and quickly went to fine a spare tub of water.
Clean and pleased with his appearance, even if his hair was damp and towel-mussed, T’bia found his way to Jycenth and the pair made their way to the Sands, joining Riquarth and M’dox. Respecting his friend’s modesty, T’bia didn’t kiss the brownrider when he launched himself at him in excited anticipation of the Hatching, clinging to his friend dramatically as he chittered animatedly about the upcoming babies, and quizzing M’dox on anyone he might know of on the Sands, and what colour he thought would Hatch first; T’bia was betting on green – they were just so much more common than the other colours! – but he hoped it was a bronze, and did M’dox know that was supposed to be a lucky sign for the clutch?