12.Jun.18, 11:31 AM
T’bia was pleased by M’dox’s reaction to the flower, and it made him feel warm and fuzzy with happiness. He had a habit of consciously forgetting things his friend told him but acting on them subconsciously. Like picking the flower; he did actually know M’dox loved flowers, but it hadn’t been a thought he’d focused on when he picked it. He’d picked it and put it behind his friend’s ear because it was pretty, and he thought it would look lovely against M’dox’s dark hair. And it did! T’bia didn’t get to be right very often, so he rather rejoiced in the moments he was!
The gentle squeeze of his hand had T’bia breaking free from his thoughts about when he’d Impressed Jycenth, and he turned emotional eyes on M’dox, rather wrapped up in the memories. He smiled softly at the compliment about his idea of how the trees were like a dragon-pair and nodded once, accepting it, before squeaking in surprise when Riquarth included him in his comment. He could hear Jycenth’s soft laugh of amusement at his surprise. It wasn’t the first time the brown had spoken to him, and would likely not be the last, but it was still so surprising! T’bia just wasn’t used to such masculine voices in his head! He was pretty sure even his mental voice was kind of feminine!
“They’re just baby trees,” T’bia replied cheerfully, stepping closer to M’dox so he could press their shoulders together as M’dox laughed at his dragon and grinned at him, smiling at the brownrider as he met his eyes for a moment; then T’bia flushed suddenly, and dropped his gaze, uncommonly aware of how close he had put them and how attractive M’dox’s lips were… A few breaths later, and T’bia was shaking off the emotions and throwing himself back into his usual exuberant persona. Beaming at his friend as he bounced back towards the rug and the food, T’bia tugged on M’dox’s hand to encourage him to follow. “C’mon!” he teased, cheerful and playful. “I got some of the best food!”
Leading M’dox back to the rug, T’bia dropped to sit on it, and tugged gently on his friend’s hand, encouraging him to sit down beside him before T’bia let go, somewhat reluctantly, so he could reach forward and drag the basket towards him. T’bia pulled out some glasses for the juice (and wine!) and smiled invitingly at M’dox as he handed them to him, encouraging him to pour them drinks before he dived back into the basket. T’bia pulled out some dark, heavy bread and some thick chunks of cheese, before pulling out a couple of carefully wrapped items. He placed one beside his knee furthest from M’dox, and then held the other one up teasingly.
“Guess!” he demanded playfully, holding the packet close enough for M’dox to smell what was inside. “If you get it wrong, I get to eat it,” he giggled, clearly not meaning a word of his threat.
The gentle squeeze of his hand had T’bia breaking free from his thoughts about when he’d Impressed Jycenth, and he turned emotional eyes on M’dox, rather wrapped up in the memories. He smiled softly at the compliment about his idea of how the trees were like a dragon-pair and nodded once, accepting it, before squeaking in surprise when Riquarth included him in his comment. He could hear Jycenth’s soft laugh of amusement at his surprise. It wasn’t the first time the brown had spoken to him, and would likely not be the last, but it was still so surprising! T’bia just wasn’t used to such masculine voices in his head! He was pretty sure even his mental voice was kind of feminine!
“They’re just baby trees,” T’bia replied cheerfully, stepping closer to M’dox so he could press their shoulders together as M’dox laughed at his dragon and grinned at him, smiling at the brownrider as he met his eyes for a moment; then T’bia flushed suddenly, and dropped his gaze, uncommonly aware of how close he had put them and how attractive M’dox’s lips were… A few breaths later, and T’bia was shaking off the emotions and throwing himself back into his usual exuberant persona. Beaming at his friend as he bounced back towards the rug and the food, T’bia tugged on M’dox’s hand to encourage him to follow. “C’mon!” he teased, cheerful and playful. “I got some of the best food!”
Leading M’dox back to the rug, T’bia dropped to sit on it, and tugged gently on his friend’s hand, encouraging him to sit down beside him before T’bia let go, somewhat reluctantly, so he could reach forward and drag the basket towards him. T’bia pulled out some glasses for the juice (and wine!) and smiled invitingly at M’dox as he handed them to him, encouraging him to pour them drinks before he dived back into the basket. T’bia pulled out some dark, heavy bread and some thick chunks of cheese, before pulling out a couple of carefully wrapped items. He placed one beside his knee furthest from M’dox, and then held the other one up teasingly.
“Guess!” he demanded playfully, holding the packet close enough for M’dox to smell what was inside. “If you get it wrong, I get to eat it,” he giggled, clearly not meaning a word of his threat.