26.Oct.18, 02:37 AM
M’dox was so tired; emotionally, from all the tragedy, but also physically considering the sun was almost rising and the Hatching had taken all night. Everything felt a little blurry, tinged with the tiredness he felt. The most real thing was the way his hand hurt a little, somewhat crushed and somewhat stiff. He didn’t think he’d let go of T’bia’s hand in several hours — he still didn’t want to let go. M’dox focused on their hands, because it reminded him everything was real and he was awake. The kiss on his cheek was unexpected, and M’dox startled a little.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like when T’bia did stuff like that! He did! He just wasn’t expecting it and M’dox still half expected his father to materialize and tell him off. Where he grew up, you were only supposed to kiss someone in public if you were married. Which obviously didn’t apply in the Weyrs — M’dox had seen lots of people who definitely weren’t married kissing at various points throughout the Hatching — but it was still hard to shake that immediate fear that you were doing something wrong. But that was a him problem, and M’dox hated that T’bia felt bad when he realized he was being affectionate in public because it wasn’t T’bia’s fault.
He was about to say something (he hadn’t decided what yet, but something) when T’bia decided to introduce him to Rhaedalyn, who unless M’dox was very much mistaken, was the Fort Weyrwoman. M’dox’s eyes went wide. He’d never actually properly met a goldrider before; his Weyrling class hadn’t had a gold, and it’s not like M’dox really met many people. T’bia had talked about Rhaedalyn before, and M’dox was sure she was just as lovely as the bluerider said, but he was still nervous at the prospect of meeting her. What if she didn’t like him?
Worrying the entire way, M’dox let T’bia lead him through all the people. He was perfectly happy to avoid Indivara and the weyrlings. M’dox hadn’t forgotten his last interaction with the lady bluerider and he had less than zero desire to repeat the experience. Thankfully, they safely made it to Rhaedalyn and didn't have to speak to anyone else. When T’bia let go of his hand to greet the goldrider, M’dox felt the absence intensely. T’bia had been holding his hand for so long now it felt weird that it was gone.
Thankfully, T’bia quickly took his hand again, but he also shoved him forward to talk to a very pretty goldrider who was also a very important dragonrider and M’dox wasn’t entirely sure he liked the exchange. He gave Rhaedalyn a hesitant wave with his free hand as he almost stumbled into her. By some miracle he didn’t fall on top of her — what an awful first impression that would make! — and M’dox very quickly took a step or two back to give Rhaedalyn enough personal space. She didn’t know him, so he wanted to stay a respectful distance away.
“Hi,” he said quietly, taking another step closer to T’bia as if the bluerider could protect him. Not that Rhaedalyn was dangerous, but she would be judging him, wouldn’t she? What if she didn’t like him? This was a bad, bad idea.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like when T’bia did stuff like that! He did! He just wasn’t expecting it and M’dox still half expected his father to materialize and tell him off. Where he grew up, you were only supposed to kiss someone in public if you were married. Which obviously didn’t apply in the Weyrs — M’dox had seen lots of people who definitely weren’t married kissing at various points throughout the Hatching — but it was still hard to shake that immediate fear that you were doing something wrong. But that was a him problem, and M’dox hated that T’bia felt bad when he realized he was being affectionate in public because it wasn’t T’bia’s fault.
He was about to say something (he hadn’t decided what yet, but something) when T’bia decided to introduce him to Rhaedalyn, who unless M’dox was very much mistaken, was the Fort Weyrwoman. M’dox’s eyes went wide. He’d never actually properly met a goldrider before; his Weyrling class hadn’t had a gold, and it’s not like M’dox really met many people. T’bia had talked about Rhaedalyn before, and M’dox was sure she was just as lovely as the bluerider said, but he was still nervous at the prospect of meeting her. What if she didn’t like him?
Worrying the entire way, M’dox let T’bia lead him through all the people. He was perfectly happy to avoid Indivara and the weyrlings. M’dox hadn’t forgotten his last interaction with the lady bluerider and he had less than zero desire to repeat the experience. Thankfully, they safely made it to Rhaedalyn and didn't have to speak to anyone else. When T’bia let go of his hand to greet the goldrider, M’dox felt the absence intensely. T’bia had been holding his hand for so long now it felt weird that it was gone.
Thankfully, T’bia quickly took his hand again, but he also shoved him forward to talk to a very pretty goldrider who was also a very important dragonrider and M’dox wasn’t entirely sure he liked the exchange. He gave Rhaedalyn a hesitant wave with his free hand as he almost stumbled into her. By some miracle he didn’t fall on top of her — what an awful first impression that would make! — and M’dox very quickly took a step or two back to give Rhaedalyn enough personal space. She didn’t know him, so he wanted to stay a respectful distance away.
“Hi,” he said quietly, taking another step closer to T’bia as if the bluerider could protect him. Not that Rhaedalyn was dangerous, but she would be judging him, wouldn’t she? What if she didn’t like him? This was a bad, bad idea.