11.Jun.18, 12:05 PM
T’bia beamed in delight at the success of the location being approved by M’dox. He’d been sure his friend would like it, but not that sure that the approval didn’t make him glow with pleasure and he bounced slightly on the balls of his feet as M’dox looked around. T’bia had to resist the urge to dash forward and grab M’dox and drag him around so he got to see all the clearing, like the flowers that were off to the side, in a little patch of sunlight, or the rock that was shaped like a dragon egg that was sitting on the side of the stream, or the way two of the trees near by had gotten tangled up as they grew so they looked like one instead of two.
When the brownrider presented the bottle of wine, T’bia blinked and then grinned again. “Awesome!” He said, cheerful as he bounced towards M’dox and peered at it curiously, as if he actually knew anything about wine. “It’s not Katilan,” he said playfully, “So it can’t be too bad.” And he stuck his tongue out at his friend before grabbing his empty hand and pulling him towards the blanket T’bia had spread out on the ground earlier. “You can put it with the juice!” He chirped, indicating said juice with the hand not holding M’dox’s. He waited with a hint of patience for M’dox to put the wine down carefully before he gave in to the desire to show his friend around the clearing and dragged him towards the stream first.
“I found this place with R’nd a while ago,” he babbled, tugging at M’dox’s hand every time the brownrider slowed down too much. “And I’ve been down a few times but it’s no fun alone, but look!” he pointed at the egg-rock. “It looks like an egg!” He grinned, wriggling on the spot as he gave M’dox enough time to take in the sight of the egg before dragging him away from the stream and towards a little patch of flowering plants. The flowers were a soft lavender colour, but not a type that T’bia recognised (meaning they weren’t actually lavender, since that was the only flower he knew). He paused when they reached it, and after a careful examination, he picked one that was in full bloom and quite large. Smiling, he turned to M’dox and put it gently behind the brownrider’s ear.
T’bia tilted his head, taking in the picture of M’dox with the flower tucked neatly behind his ear, smiled brightly, and then set about dragging his friend towards the two trees. “These make me think of dragonriders!” He said, pausing before the two tangled trees, and lifting his eyebrows as he looked at M’dox seriously, eyes wide. “They started by themselves,” he said, pointing to each of the trunks, which were a good couple of feet apart, “but then they grew together! Like us with our dragons!” stepping forward, T’bia pressed his free hand against the trunk of the tree, and sighed softly, remembering his Impression to Jycenth.
When the brownrider presented the bottle of wine, T’bia blinked and then grinned again. “Awesome!” He said, cheerful as he bounced towards M’dox and peered at it curiously, as if he actually knew anything about wine. “It’s not Katilan,” he said playfully, “So it can’t be too bad.” And he stuck his tongue out at his friend before grabbing his empty hand and pulling him towards the blanket T’bia had spread out on the ground earlier. “You can put it with the juice!” He chirped, indicating said juice with the hand not holding M’dox’s. He waited with a hint of patience for M’dox to put the wine down carefully before he gave in to the desire to show his friend around the clearing and dragged him towards the stream first.
“I found this place with R’nd a while ago,” he babbled, tugging at M’dox’s hand every time the brownrider slowed down too much. “And I’ve been down a few times but it’s no fun alone, but look!” he pointed at the egg-rock. “It looks like an egg!” He grinned, wriggling on the spot as he gave M’dox enough time to take in the sight of the egg before dragging him away from the stream and towards a little patch of flowering plants. The flowers were a soft lavender colour, but not a type that T’bia recognised (meaning they weren’t actually lavender, since that was the only flower he knew). He paused when they reached it, and after a careful examination, he picked one that was in full bloom and quite large. Smiling, he turned to M’dox and put it gently behind the brownrider’s ear.
T’bia tilted his head, taking in the picture of M’dox with the flower tucked neatly behind his ear, smiled brightly, and then set about dragging his friend towards the two trees. “These make me think of dragonriders!” He said, pausing before the two tangled trees, and lifting his eyebrows as he looked at M’dox seriously, eyes wide. “They started by themselves,” he said, pointing to each of the trunks, which were a good couple of feet apart, “but then they grew together! Like us with our dragons!” stepping forward, T’bia pressed his free hand against the trunk of the tree, and sighed softly, remembering his Impression to Jycenth.