29.Oct.18, 04:57 AM
T’bia turned to stare at M’dox, his eyes wide. “R’nd Searched you?” If he had previously known this fact, it was lost in the emotional tidal wave that the entire event had brought, and he gawked at M’dox for several moments before grinning. “R’nd is the best!” Because of course R’nd Searched someone as amazing as M’dox who would be wonderful and gorgeous and amazing and a brownrider – and T’bia flushed slightly but not that much because he hadn’t actually said any of that out loud, just thought it, and honestly, that was pretty much a damned miracle!
At the sound of his name from Rhaedalyn’s lips, T’bia turned from grinning at M’dox like an idiot to flash that same grin at Rhaedalyn, before he realised he was in (playful) trouble. T’bia pouted and sulked as he looked away, shuffling anxiously. “I’m sorry!” He was genuine in his apology, as he looked up, eyebrows drawn together and expression upset. He certainly hadn’t meant to stay away for so long! Rhaedalyn was such a good friend and her little girls were wonderful and he had even gotten over his anxiety of one of them being the spawn of Indivara, several Turns ago. Having two little sisters – even though the youngest was nine now, so really not that little anymore! – T’bia had easily fallen into interacting with the little girls.
“We’ll bring them presents, to make up for it,” he said, grinning impishly because he knew Rhaedalyn didn’t expect that of him (and he was completely oblivious to the way he invited M’dox along), and the girls – well, actually, they would. They were young enough to demand presents without shame and T’bia usually brought them something, anyway, even if it was just a treat he’d stolen from C’dhin. “Would they like a winter dress each?” Fort got really cold, didn’t it? T’bia had a feeling it did, but he could be mixing that up with his memories of Telgar. Who knew? “We found a really nice dress shop!” He had fond memories of his first adventure into Telgar Hold with M’dox, and the shop had become a favourite haunt of theirs, when they could find the time to go.
“M’dox is really good at finding the prettiest ones!” He turned to smile adoringly at M’dox before getting swept up in the last comment Rhaedalyn had made before he’d just about started talking over the top of her. He was listening, though! He knew what she’d said! “R’nya is a good dad,” T’bia said, incredibly serious, his eyebrows drawn together and expression very insistent that Rhaedalyn know that he thought as much about her mate, because it was important! Growing up with a good father, T’bia knew that a good dad definitely doted on his partner (like his had T’bia’s mother) and his children (again, like T’bia’s father had). It was mother’s he wasn’t sure about, but he knew Rhaedalyn was a good mother, because she was Rhaedalyn and she couldn’t possibly be bad at it!
“Do they have a favourite colour this week?” He asked, dashing back to the topic of getting dresses for the girls. He knew from his sister’s that things like favourite colours and best friends and favourite foods changed frequently, but he also knew they were quite likely to have a regular favourite.
At the sound of his name from Rhaedalyn’s lips, T’bia turned from grinning at M’dox like an idiot to flash that same grin at Rhaedalyn, before he realised he was in (playful) trouble. T’bia pouted and sulked as he looked away, shuffling anxiously. “I’m sorry!” He was genuine in his apology, as he looked up, eyebrows drawn together and expression upset. He certainly hadn’t meant to stay away for so long! Rhaedalyn was such a good friend and her little girls were wonderful and he had even gotten over his anxiety of one of them being the spawn of Indivara, several Turns ago. Having two little sisters – even though the youngest was nine now, so really not that little anymore! – T’bia had easily fallen into interacting with the little girls.
“We’ll bring them presents, to make up for it,” he said, grinning impishly because he knew Rhaedalyn didn’t expect that of him (and he was completely oblivious to the way he invited M’dox along), and the girls – well, actually, they would. They were young enough to demand presents without shame and T’bia usually brought them something, anyway, even if it was just a treat he’d stolen from C’dhin. “Would they like a winter dress each?” Fort got really cold, didn’t it? T’bia had a feeling it did, but he could be mixing that up with his memories of Telgar. Who knew? “We found a really nice dress shop!” He had fond memories of his first adventure into Telgar Hold with M’dox, and the shop had become a favourite haunt of theirs, when they could find the time to go.
“M’dox is really good at finding the prettiest ones!” He turned to smile adoringly at M’dox before getting swept up in the last comment Rhaedalyn had made before he’d just about started talking over the top of her. He was listening, though! He knew what she’d said! “R’nya is a good dad,” T’bia said, incredibly serious, his eyebrows drawn together and expression very insistent that Rhaedalyn know that he thought as much about her mate, because it was important! Growing up with a good father, T’bia knew that a good dad definitely doted on his partner (like his had T’bia’s mother) and his children (again, like T’bia’s father had). It was mother’s he wasn’t sure about, but he knew Rhaedalyn was a good mother, because she was Rhaedalyn and she couldn’t possibly be bad at it!
“Do they have a favourite colour this week?” He asked, dashing back to the topic of getting dresses for the girls. He knew from his sister’s that things like favourite colours and best friends and favourite foods changed frequently, but he also knew they were quite likely to have a regular favourite.