28.Nov.20, 04:08 PM
B’kit flushed again at her teasing. “Only a few stories,” he hedged. “But since you were one of the people who inspired me to actually admit my feelings, I suppose I do owe you a couple.” Still, the thought of gifts quickly distracted him. “You really didn’t have to do that, Vessa...”
A delighted smile spread across his face as he saw the plush dragon and he accepted it eagerly. “It’s wonderful! It looks just like Re did as a Hatchling,” he gushed, pulling her into a hug. “You made it? That’s so clever of you; I sew, but nothing like this!” Pulling back, he admired the dragon plush more closely, enthralled. “Look, Re--it’s you!” He showed the blue, excited. “The beads you used for his eyes are perfect. Thank you,” he said, kissing her cheek.
Kitt also accepted the hair ribbon with a grin of thanks. “Everyone keeps saying that, but they don’t have to deal with the tangles and bed-head involved. I don’t know how you and other ladies keep yours so much longer.” As he spoke, he worked on pulling his hair back out of his face, tying it with the new ribbon. “I did have to cut most of it off early in weyrlinghood; it took too much time to maintain. But it’s grown back nicely over the Turn.”
Erebuth was a little startled, but curious when B’kit’s friend said she’d brought him a gift too. A present for me? But it isn’t Turn’s End or anything special like that. Still, he watched curiously as she unwrapped it, B’kit hiding another smile behind his hand as he watched. As the gift was revealed he was grateful Vessaelia was turned away and he swiped away a few tears at the thoughtfulness. “How lovely. Let me get a glow so we can see what it looks like lit up.”
Oh yes please! Thank you. I love pretty lights. Sure enough there were several small glow lanterns around this portion of the weyr, though nothing nearly as elaborate as this one. The blue waited eagerly as B’kit lit it, then set it where it could be admired while they talked.
Kitt stole her hand and squeezed it lightly. “Thank you,” he said again quietly.
A delighted smile spread across his face as he saw the plush dragon and he accepted it eagerly. “It’s wonderful! It looks just like Re did as a Hatchling,” he gushed, pulling her into a hug. “You made it? That’s so clever of you; I sew, but nothing like this!” Pulling back, he admired the dragon plush more closely, enthralled. “Look, Re--it’s you!” He showed the blue, excited. “The beads you used for his eyes are perfect. Thank you,” he said, kissing her cheek.
Kitt also accepted the hair ribbon with a grin of thanks. “Everyone keeps saying that, but they don’t have to deal with the tangles and bed-head involved. I don’t know how you and other ladies keep yours so much longer.” As he spoke, he worked on pulling his hair back out of his face, tying it with the new ribbon. “I did have to cut most of it off early in weyrlinghood; it took too much time to maintain. But it’s grown back nicely over the Turn.”
Erebuth was a little startled, but curious when B’kit’s friend said she’d brought him a gift too. A present for me? But it isn’t Turn’s End or anything special like that. Still, he watched curiously as she unwrapped it, B’kit hiding another smile behind his hand as he watched. As the gift was revealed he was grateful Vessaelia was turned away and he swiped away a few tears at the thoughtfulness. “How lovely. Let me get a glow so we can see what it looks like lit up.”
Oh yes please! Thank you. I love pretty lights. Sure enough there were several small glow lanterns around this portion of the weyr, though nothing nearly as elaborate as this one. The blue waited eagerly as B’kit lit it, then set it where it could be admired while they talked.
Kitt stole her hand and squeezed it lightly. “Thank you,” he said again quietly.