26.Jun.18, 10:45 AM
Madiquel was comfortably and patiently quiet as she watched her Papa fall down the rabbit-hole of thoughts, unconcerned as he didn’t seem to be falling into the black pit of despair and she really wanted him to give her a good answer to her question. With his mention of healers, her own desire had been re-sparked. She couldn’t think of any bad reasons for being a Healer – well, besides leaving her Papa to attend the Hall – but that was a given. Madiquel didn’t ever want to leave him, although she knew that wasn’t really realistic.
Madiquel frowned slightly when her Papa finally spoke, and her pursed her lips in thought. Well, she was stronger than she looked – she knew that! Especially after her two weeks in Ista! – and she was sure she could do it. Madiquel thought she was smart enough, right? She could certainly read and write and had paid attention (unlike some of her fellow Weyrbrats) during their required Harper lessons growing up in Katila. Maybe Papa would help her brush up on her skills? She’d hate to be an embarrassment to him and the Weyr! She blinked again, and realised her thoughts were getting away from her.
Collecting herself, Madiquel looked up at Jajojin quite seriously, chewing on her bottom lip. “I want to be a Healer,” she said, quite firmly, her frown refusing to budge. “I want to really help people, Papa,” she said, her expression softened into one of worry. “Is that okay?” She asked, genuinely worried that he wouldn’t approve.
Madiquel frowned slightly when her Papa finally spoke, and her pursed her lips in thought. Well, she was stronger than she looked – she knew that! Especially after her two weeks in Ista! – and she was sure she could do it. Madiquel thought she was smart enough, right? She could certainly read and write and had paid attention (unlike some of her fellow Weyrbrats) during their required Harper lessons growing up in Katila. Maybe Papa would help her brush up on her skills? She’d hate to be an embarrassment to him and the Weyr! She blinked again, and realised her thoughts were getting away from her.
Collecting herself, Madiquel looked up at Jajojin quite seriously, chewing on her bottom lip. “I want to be a Healer,” she said, quite firmly, her frown refusing to budge. “I want to really help people, Papa,” she said, her expression softened into one of worry. “Is that okay?” She asked, genuinely worried that he wouldn’t approve.