12.Jan.14, 10:21 PM
“I know what they are,” T’bia pouted, frowning at Firah and scuffing the toe of his right boot against the ground. Sad blue eyes dropped to the ground as he refused to look at the beastcrafter for several moments. When he spoke again, he did so without looking at Firah. “I’ve never been near one.” The words were sulky and mumbled, and he cast a swift glance at the other before fretting his hands together uncomfortably. He had screwed up, again! How was he supposed to know the answers to his questions, if he did not ask them? Did asking questions really make him such a dimglow?
Who says you are a dimglow, love? The blue dragon’s light, feminine voice fluttered into T’bia’s mind and the boy answered, out loud and without thinking; “Everyone.” His face flushed crimson when he realised he’s spoken aloud, and T’bia’s shoulders sagged in resignation. She likes you, Bibi. The dragon sought to distract his depressed rider, and there was the soft thread of an emotional smile as the boy’s eyes lit up suddenly and turned upon the exuberant dog as she came back with the ball.
Squatting, T’bia held his hands out to her, and was rewarded with a drool soaked ball in his hands. The boy’s entire face crumpled in disgust, but he laughed as he held it up between ginger fingertips. “So gross!” Laughter was in his voice and he gave the ball a particularly pathetic throw to send the mutt off and chasing it again. Dropping back to the ground, he wiped his hands on the grass. “Did you train her?” Wide eyes turned back to Firah, and T’bia slowly stood back up again, dusting his damp hands on his pant legs.
Squatting, T’bia held his hands out to her, and was rewarded with a drool soaked ball in his hands. The boy’s entire face crumpled in disgust, but he laughed as he held it up between ginger fingertips. “So gross!” Laughter was in his voice and he gave the ball a particularly pathetic throw to send the mutt off and chasing it again. Dropping back to the ground, he wiped his hands on the grass. “Did you train her?” Wide eyes turned back to Firah, and T’bia slowly stood back up again, dusting his damp hands on his pant legs.