13.Nov.18, 07:58 AM
A soft, shy smile flickered over Madiquel’s lips as she glanced up at Rheadalyn’s comment – or perhaps statement would be more appropriate. Madiquel blushed slightly, both pleased and reassured by Rhaedalyn’s words. The girl wasn’t one to seek out compliments, but she didn’t have many friends and she hadn’t had a mother in a very long time – it felt like an eternity, truthfully – and somehow Rhaedalyn had stepped so neatly into the void that had been left by the landslide; part friend, part mother. Madiquel trusted the goldrider, and rejoiced in their relationship.
Madiquel’s smile bloomed from soft and shy to bright and warm at the mention of A’tay; she didn’t blush, but that was primarily because she was too innocent to even imagine the relationship with her best friend could be more than it was, never mind that other people might see it as more than pure friendship. Romance had yet to enter Madiquel’s mind, the Weyrbrat as innocent of such things as the two children she was sitting between. “I miss him,” she said softly, picking up a slice of fruit and frowning at it for a moment. She hoped Ayontay would come back to Fort when he was finished Weyrlinghood, but she knew that even if he didn’t, he would have Xyxyth to bring him by whenever he wanted – or whenever Clover carried a message his way!
“Really?” Wide eyes lifted to look at Rhaedalyn when she brought up visiting the injured, and how it would likely make her Papa proud and be good practice for the Healer Hall. Rhaedalyn was so wonderfully smart! Madiquel beamed at her, eyes wide and bright. “Do you think they’d need any help?” She asked, before her wide eyed and happy expression faltered, and she bit her bottom lip as the reality of the fires came back to her. Of course, they’d need help, anyone’s help. A’tay hadn’t been too direct in what the injured numbers were, but she got the gist of ‘too many’ fairly easily. Pursing her lips, Madiquel picked up a grape and rolled it between her fingers as she considered her next words.
“When can we go?” She looked up, still frowning, though she did pop the grape into her mouth and give it a fierce bite.
Madiquel’s smile bloomed from soft and shy to bright and warm at the mention of A’tay; she didn’t blush, but that was primarily because she was too innocent to even imagine the relationship with her best friend could be more than it was, never mind that other people might see it as more than pure friendship. Romance had yet to enter Madiquel’s mind, the Weyrbrat as innocent of such things as the two children she was sitting between. “I miss him,” she said softly, picking up a slice of fruit and frowning at it for a moment. She hoped Ayontay would come back to Fort when he was finished Weyrlinghood, but she knew that even if he didn’t, he would have Xyxyth to bring him by whenever he wanted – or whenever Clover carried a message his way!
“Really?” Wide eyes lifted to look at Rhaedalyn when she brought up visiting the injured, and how it would likely make her Papa proud and be good practice for the Healer Hall. Rhaedalyn was so wonderfully smart! Madiquel beamed at her, eyes wide and bright. “Do you think they’d need any help?” She asked, before her wide eyed and happy expression faltered, and she bit her bottom lip as the reality of the fires came back to her. Of course, they’d need help, anyone’s help. A’tay hadn’t been too direct in what the injured numbers were, but she got the gist of ‘too many’ fairly easily. Pursing her lips, Madiquel picked up a grape and rolled it between her fingers as she considered her next words.
“When can we go?” She looked up, still frowning, though she did pop the grape into her mouth and give it a fierce bite.