05.Dec.13, 10:02 AM
T’bia giggled, and shook his head right back at R’nd, with a playful sideways look and an upraised eyebrow before his gaze flicked pointedly towards B’jin and then back to R’nd. He radiated innocence as he let the elder bluerider hurl him back onto his seat, a winning smile flashing at the bluerider. “Are you su-u-r-re?” His voice was wheedling, teasing and full of amusement as he wiggled his fork at R’nd.
He froze mid wiggle of the fork, eyes widening dramatically in his face, and he put it down with great delicacy. Folding his hands together with great care, T’bia placed them in his lap with a frown, before turning his attention back on R’nd. A bright grin lit up his face as he, too went back to the original topic. “That would be amazing!” T’bia gushed, and unable to curb his enthusiasm for long, the boy began wriggling in his seat again. Hands once more left his lap, without T’bia even being aware of it, and he picked up the fork he’d so recently put down and stabbed up a chunk of vegetable.
“Who else is in your wing?” Excited questions bubbled forth with very little space between the words. “How often do you practice? What do you practice? Is it hard? Why? Do you learn new things? Oooh! Do you play games like we did in class? Or just get lectured? What position are you an Ayyonth? Do you like practice? What’s your favourite— ” realising he was babbling, not breathing, and probably just drowned his mentor in questions, T’bia’s face once more went red, and he shoved the forkful of vegetable in his face, ducking his head and focusing on his plate.
He froze mid wiggle of the fork, eyes widening dramatically in his face, and he put it down with great delicacy. Folding his hands together with great care, T’bia placed them in his lap with a frown, before turning his attention back on R’nd. A bright grin lit up his face as he, too went back to the original topic. “That would be amazing!” T’bia gushed, and unable to curb his enthusiasm for long, the boy began wriggling in his seat again. Hands once more left his lap, without T’bia even being aware of it, and he picked up the fork he’d so recently put down and stabbed up a chunk of vegetable.
“Who else is in your wing?” Excited questions bubbled forth with very little space between the words. “How often do you practice? What do you practice? Is it hard? Why? Do you learn new things? Oooh! Do you play games like we did in class? Or just get lectured? What position are you an Ayyonth? Do you like practice? What’s your favourite— ” realising he was babbling, not breathing, and probably just drowned his mentor in questions, T’bia’s face once more went red, and he shoved the forkful of vegetable in his face, ducking his head and focusing on his plate.