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19.Jan.14, 11:16 PM
T’bia blinked up at R’nd when the bluerider smirked at him, a worried frown still furrowing his eyebrows. He had noticed the way R’nd had frozen in shock at his words, and he was worried about how the bluerider would respond. He should have expected the light hearted response, of course, but it still caused the young man to chew worriedly on his bottom lip before R’nd was manhandling him.
T’bia gave a startled squeak as R’nd swirled around him and then pressed up close, far more surprised than anything. Again, something he shouldn’t have been given the past year and a half that the bluerider had been around him, especially when he had taken to helping the rather excitable teen underwing to help him graduate. Blue eyes darted to his shoulder, where the knots were still very neatly hung, and T’bia tilted his head back to frown up at R’nd.
“I have no natural rhythm!” He pointed out indignantly, eyebrows furrowed and a pout forming. Indeed, he was looking for all the world like R’nd was completely insane for even saying such a thing. How many times had he seen T’bia trip over thin air? Had he not, moments ago, just thrown a knife (or was it a fork? The boy could not remember!) across the room?
Indeed, the young blue’s light, feminine voice floated freely back to Ayyonth and was filled with laughter. Bibi is too innocent to make anything of it, Jycenth added, eyes sparkling with colours of fond amusement. Oh, one of his classmates would undoubtedly point it out to him later, and T’bia would flail most magnificently for a short period of time before Jycenth calmed him down with what had become a trusted routine. After all, if T’bia wasn’t making anything of it, and R’nd hadn’t made anything of it, why should there be anything to it?
T’bia gave a startled squeak as R’nd swirled around him and then pressed up close, far more surprised than anything. Again, something he shouldn’t have been given the past year and a half that the bluerider had been around him, especially when he had taken to helping the rather excitable teen underwing to help him graduate. Blue eyes darted to his shoulder, where the knots were still very neatly hung, and T’bia tilted his head back to frown up at R’nd.
“I have no natural rhythm!” He pointed out indignantly, eyebrows furrowed and a pout forming. Indeed, he was looking for all the world like R’nd was completely insane for even saying such a thing. How many times had he seen T’bia trip over thin air? Had he not, moments ago, just thrown a knife (or was it a fork? The boy could not remember!) across the room?
