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10.Jun.18, 01:19 PM
T’bia looked around the are with some satisfaction. They – he and Jycenth – were on the outskirts of the Weyr, in the opposite direction of the Hold. There was a small wooded area not far away, surrounding a stream, that T’bia had found when exploring with R’nd a few months back. He’d found that R’nd was really good at finding fun places to relax and unwind, though he hadn’t actually seen his fellow bluerider come back to the spot. Maybe he’d forgotten about it, or maybe he’d decided to leave it alone for T’bia. He wasn’t sure, but he appreciated it none the less as he had Jycenth take him there and relay the directions to Riquarth.
A slight blush coloured T’bia’s cheeks as he thought of his friend. They’d gotten to spend time together on and off ever since they’d first met doing their laundry, and T’bia found he really liked the brownrider. He was nice and didn’t treat T’bia like a leper, which he had become used to expecting other riders to do. He’d even surprised himself, when he told R’nd (and a near by B’jin) about his new friend and seen their expressions of wariness when he said it was a brownrider, and he’d come to the absent M’dox’s defence and made sure his mentors knew just how great he was. T’bia knew the reputation brownriders had for being arses, and considering some of his clutchmates, wasn’t convinced most of them weren’t. But M’dox was nice and he didn’t deserve to be lumped in with that group!
They come, Jycenth’s sweet, feminine voice wrapped around him and T’bia turned to smile at his dragon before walking out from under the trees to see Riquarth land not far away. T’bia waved in welcome to his friend and smiled, before heading back between the trees. He’d promised a surprise, and he’d gone to great lengths to make sure M’dox would be happily surprised! He’d managed to wrangle a good picnic basket from Rhaedalyn with the promise to come spend time with her soon, and he’d filled it with all his favourite foods, and what favourites he knew of M’dox’s. Some of it was from the Weyr kitchens, but a lot of it was from the Hold bakeries, too. The kitchen folk were wonderful, but there was something special about bringing the pastries they’d both had on M’dox’s first trip to the Hold!
A nice blanket was thrown across the ground, far enough from the river that the ground wasn’t damp, but close enough that they could see and hear it. The light was dappled and it was a warm day, so the shade was welcomed without making the area too chilly. T’bia, for his part, was far too naive to realise what a perfectly romantic set up it was, so he grinned at M’dox innocently when the brownrider joined him, and he clasped his hands together in front of his chest, intrigued when he saw a bottle of wine in M’dox’s hand. He’d only brought juice, because he didn’t know the first thing about wine!
“Hi!” He chirped, “Do you like it?” he asked, eyes wide with anticipation of M’dox’s response, watching him avidly. Out in the sunshine, unable to fit between the trees, Jycenth crooned a welcome to Riquarth and curled up placidly, half paying attention to the humans, and half dozing in the warm summer sunshine.
A slight blush coloured T’bia’s cheeks as he thought of his friend. They’d gotten to spend time together on and off ever since they’d first met doing their laundry, and T’bia found he really liked the brownrider. He was nice and didn’t treat T’bia like a leper, which he had become used to expecting other riders to do. He’d even surprised himself, when he told R’nd (and a near by B’jin) about his new friend and seen their expressions of wariness when he said it was a brownrider, and he’d come to the absent M’dox’s defence and made sure his mentors knew just how great he was. T’bia knew the reputation brownriders had for being arses, and considering some of his clutchmates, wasn’t convinced most of them weren’t. But M’dox was nice and he didn’t deserve to be lumped in with that group!
A nice blanket was thrown across the ground, far enough from the river that the ground wasn’t damp, but close enough that they could see and hear it. The light was dappled and it was a warm day, so the shade was welcomed without making the area too chilly. T’bia, for his part, was far too naive to realise what a perfectly romantic set up it was, so he grinned at M’dox innocently when the brownrider joined him, and he clasped his hands together in front of his chest, intrigued when he saw a bottle of wine in M’dox’s hand. He’d only brought juice, because he didn’t know the first thing about wine!
“Hi!” He chirped, “Do you like it?” he asked, eyes wide with anticipation of M’dox’s response, watching him avidly. Out in the sunshine, unable to fit between the trees, Jycenth crooned a welcome to Riquarth and curled up placidly, half paying attention to the humans, and half dozing in the warm summer sunshine.
