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01.Jun.18, 10:32 AM
Madiquel clung to the hand that reached out to take her own, using her other hand to hide her mouth behind as she sobbed like she was a broken child. She was so relieved that Ayontay was safe now, and off the sands, but she was scared too. What if the brown gave him hassles during their classes? What if she couldn’t come and see him as much as she would like during the next – how long was it? – year and some before he graduated. What if he didn’t want to come back to Fort when he did graduate? She couldn’t leave her Papa and even though he would be able to visit her whenever he wanted, it wouldn’t be the same as living in the same Weyr. She cried harder.
A soft sob broke through, as Madiquel tried to control herself, and she gave a jumpy inbreath, squeezing Ayontay’s hand again as he spoke to the dragon, introducing her. When he gave her the little bronze’s name, Madiquel sniffled and spoke it softly, rolling the letters off her tongue tentatively. “Xyxyth,” her voice was gentle, green eyes shifting to look at the little bronze. Her eyes widened when he spoke to her. She was used to hearing dragonets – it was hard not to – but it was different when the little one was speaking directly to her. She bit her lip, smiling through her slowing tears and sniffled again.
Madiquel almost fainted in terror when Xyxyth leaned forward to lick her face, her eyes dilating in horror and her face going stark white. Too afraid to breathe, her whole body trembled as her stomach turned to ice and her blood stopped flowing. When he leaned back with a look of disgust and his tongue sticking out, she stared at him without moving, in shock. His words would have made her giggle, if she hadn’t been more concerned with learning how to breathe again. Madiquel jumped when Ayontay brushed his thumb against her cheek, his touch startling her before she breathed again, relaxing and momentarily tilting her head against his touch before sitting up straight. She hadn’t even heard Ayontay speak, too focused on not fainting to realise he’d said anything at all, let alone called her pretty.
A quiet giggle finally came free when Xyxyth spoke again, holding his paw out towards them and she had to restrain herself from reaching out and brushing her fingers over the pretty hide. He hadn’t hurt her, just wanted to taste her tears (which was weird, but he was a baby!) and he was bonded to Ayontay; how could he possibly be a bad creature to bond to someone as sweet and wonderful as her friend? With that thought firmly planting itself in her heart, Madiquel took Ayontay’s hand again, since the dragonet didn’t seem to mind that contact, and squeezed it gently.
Madiquel blinked when Xyxyth said she didn’t know Ayontay’s name, and she tilted her head. Oh! She’d forgotten that riders got new names! She didn’t even know what any of Ayontay’s name-hopes had been! She figured that because she personally had no interest in Impressing, and since she was a girl and her name wouldn’t change anyway, that the boys didn’t really discuss it with girls. Or maybe they just didn’t discuss it with her? She wasn’t upset, though; she knew the name-change was dragon chosen (her father had told her that, when his name reverted) and he’d once told her that most boys didn’t share their thoughts. What if someone said the name he liked was dumb? A dragon’s opinion wouldn’t be considered that, but a boy’s might!
“I do,” Madiquel said softly, flushing shyly as she rolled his name around in her mind, but not quite confident enough to speak it at the moment. His next question had her eyes widening in surprise and she stared at Ayon-A’tay in wonder. “Can I?” Madiquel whispered, voice barely audible as she glanced between young rider and younger dragon. Would he really let her? Would their Weyrlingmaster? She knew that it had happened in the past (Xyxyth’s sire was a case-in-point since his rider had been in a coma for much of the first few weeks). But… well, Ayon-A’tay wasn’t missing his arm, like N’mor, he was just… well, she turned her attention to his injured hand and gently picked it up, brushing her fingers over the bandages.
Maybe she’d ask her Papa if she could go to the Healer Hall, while Ayon-A’tay was in Weyrlinghood, so she could learn how to be a Healer and help people when they got hurt, like he had been and like her Papa had been, and those poor girls who had died on the sands… “I’d really like that,” she said gently, smiling up at Ayontay warmly, half in answer to her own thoughts and half in answer to his invitation.
A soft sob broke through, as Madiquel tried to control herself, and she gave a jumpy inbreath, squeezing Ayontay’s hand again as he spoke to the dragon, introducing her. When he gave her the little bronze’s name, Madiquel sniffled and spoke it softly, rolling the letters off her tongue tentatively. “Xyxyth,” her voice was gentle, green eyes shifting to look at the little bronze. Her eyes widened when he spoke to her. She was used to hearing dragonets – it was hard not to – but it was different when the little one was speaking directly to her. She bit her lip, smiling through her slowing tears and sniffled again.
Madiquel almost fainted in terror when Xyxyth leaned forward to lick her face, her eyes dilating in horror and her face going stark white. Too afraid to breathe, her whole body trembled as her stomach turned to ice and her blood stopped flowing. When he leaned back with a look of disgust and his tongue sticking out, she stared at him without moving, in shock. His words would have made her giggle, if she hadn’t been more concerned with learning how to breathe again. Madiquel jumped when Ayontay brushed his thumb against her cheek, his touch startling her before she breathed again, relaxing and momentarily tilting her head against his touch before sitting up straight. She hadn’t even heard Ayontay speak, too focused on not fainting to realise he’d said anything at all, let alone called her pretty.
A quiet giggle finally came free when Xyxyth spoke again, holding his paw out towards them and she had to restrain herself from reaching out and brushing her fingers over the pretty hide. He hadn’t hurt her, just wanted to taste her tears (which was weird, but he was a baby!) and he was bonded to Ayontay; how could he possibly be a bad creature to bond to someone as sweet and wonderful as her friend? With that thought firmly planting itself in her heart, Madiquel took Ayontay’s hand again, since the dragonet didn’t seem to mind that contact, and squeezed it gently.
Madiquel blinked when Xyxyth said she didn’t know Ayontay’s name, and she tilted her head. Oh! She’d forgotten that riders got new names! She didn’t even know what any of Ayontay’s name-hopes had been! She figured that because she personally had no interest in Impressing, and since she was a girl and her name wouldn’t change anyway, that the boys didn’t really discuss it with girls. Or maybe they just didn’t discuss it with her? She wasn’t upset, though; she knew the name-change was dragon chosen (her father had told her that, when his name reverted) and he’d once told her that most boys didn’t share their thoughts. What if someone said the name he liked was dumb? A dragon’s opinion wouldn’t be considered that, but a boy’s might!
“I do,” Madiquel said softly, flushing shyly as she rolled his name around in her mind, but not quite confident enough to speak it at the moment. His next question had her eyes widening in surprise and she stared at Ayon-A’tay in wonder. “Can I?” Madiquel whispered, voice barely audible as she glanced between young rider and younger dragon. Would he really let her? Would their Weyrlingmaster? She knew that it had happened in the past (Xyxyth’s sire was a case-in-point since his rider had been in a coma for much of the first few weeks). But… well, Ayon-A’tay wasn’t missing his arm, like N’mor, he was just… well, she turned her attention to his injured hand and gently picked it up, brushing her fingers over the bandages.
Maybe she’d ask her Papa if she could go to the Healer Hall, while Ayon-A’tay was in Weyrlinghood, so she could learn how to be a Healer and help people when they got hurt, like he had been and like her Papa had been, and those poor girls who had died on the sands… “I’d really like that,” she said gently, smiling up at Ayontay warmly, half in answer to her own thoughts and half in answer to his invitation.
