20.Dec.17, 04:56 AM
“Coming!” he chirped, running one hand through his hair in an attempt to get rid of behead and the other brushing over his face. He needed to shave, but it wasn’t like the stubble was going to cause issues. A bright grin was on his face as he threw open the door, beaming at C’dhin. The expression grew when he spotted the basket on his arm. “Treats?” He asked, clasping both hands together before him as he bounced on his toes. T’bia enjoyed food as a rule, but he had learned to love food made by C’dhin. The first time he’d tried the greenrider’s sweet treats had been by accident, the bluerider swiping from the cooking tray, but they’d fixed up a relationship of sorts since that embarrassing moment.
“Come in!” T’bia invited, swinging one arm out to indicate that C’dhin was welcome into his weyr. “It’s a bit of a mess,” he warned, the weyr being quite messed up with items shoved all over the place though the floor was clean – a broom by the entrance way into Jycenth’s wing belied why. If someone from the lower weyrs happened to complain about it being a dusty breeze, well… T’bia had never been prone to sweeping dirt under the rug, when he could sweep it off the ledge! Benefits of an open weyr!