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30.Apr.19, 09:44 AM
Madiquel, who had lost herself in the fairy-garden of idle thoughts as she watched the clouds drift across the sky, was somewhat startled by the sound of someone saying her name. She jumped, startling the firelizard who grumbled unhappily but just adjusted herself and went back to sleep. Madiquel peered up at her new companion, blinking and quickly finding the name that went with the friendly face. “Hello, Vaera,” she smiled, shy but inviting in her expression, even if she didn’t outright invite her fellow Apprentice to sit down with her.
While Madiquel wasn’t prone to partaking in gossip, she did listen to it – she’d learned a lot of things listening to gossip. Not all of those things were worth knowing, but it was a habit she’d taken up as a child and while she’d quickly learned to take what she heard with a liberal dose of scepticism, she refused to completely ignore the grains of valuable titbits that could be dug up. At any rate, she had gleaned a lot both about and from her fellows, and one of those things was that Vaera was Master Verec’s daughter. Madiquel didn’t think Vaera had ever tried to hide that, but she didn’t think the other girl strut around crowing about the fact, either. Madiquel figured it was like her being an unofficial ward of the Weyrleaders; it just wasn’t something that should be shared without caution.
“Well enough,” Madiquel smiled, answering the question that had been posed as she adjusted her position and settled Clover back into her lap as she sat up and smiled at Vaera, deciding to invite the other young woman to sit with her. “Do you want to join me?” She asked, tugging a little anxiously on the tail of her braid. As friendly and engaging as Madiquel could be, she wasn’t overly comfortable in her new situation and had found it strange to actually put effort into making friends. All her current friends – except Quinvalis – she’d made as a young child, and couldn’t recall how she’d gone about it. Quinvalis was a combination of always in the same area as her, and a nice person so he was easy to get along with.
It wasn’t really the same as the people she shared lessons with. As she’d been warned by R’nya and her own understanding of how the world worked, Madiquel (and the other girls who had joined the Hall) weren’t exactly welcomed with open arms by all of their male classmates. Some, of course, were welcoming, but most seemed disdainful or outright scornful; Madiquel got the impression that the ones that were friendly, were such more so because they simply weren’t the type to be publicly cruel, rather than because they felt the girls had any right to be there. It had a tendency to make lessons uncomfortable, but Madiquel had quickly taken to ignoring her classmates. They were immature whers!
“What’re you up to?” Madiquel asked, genuinely curious. For all that she’d been in the Hall for several months now, she hadn’t yet branched out and had very little idea of what it was her fellow classmates did during their downtime. What did someone do, when they couldn’t hop on a dragon and just… go wherever they wanted?
While Madiquel wasn’t prone to partaking in gossip, she did listen to it – she’d learned a lot of things listening to gossip. Not all of those things were worth knowing, but it was a habit she’d taken up as a child and while she’d quickly learned to take what she heard with a liberal dose of scepticism, she refused to completely ignore the grains of valuable titbits that could be dug up. At any rate, she had gleaned a lot both about and from her fellows, and one of those things was that Vaera was Master Verec’s daughter. Madiquel didn’t think Vaera had ever tried to hide that, but she didn’t think the other girl strut around crowing about the fact, either. Madiquel figured it was like her being an unofficial ward of the Weyrleaders; it just wasn’t something that should be shared without caution.
“Well enough,” Madiquel smiled, answering the question that had been posed as she adjusted her position and settled Clover back into her lap as she sat up and smiled at Vaera, deciding to invite the other young woman to sit with her. “Do you want to join me?” She asked, tugging a little anxiously on the tail of her braid. As friendly and engaging as Madiquel could be, she wasn’t overly comfortable in her new situation and had found it strange to actually put effort into making friends. All her current friends – except Quinvalis – she’d made as a young child, and couldn’t recall how she’d gone about it. Quinvalis was a combination of always in the same area as her, and a nice person so he was easy to get along with.
It wasn’t really the same as the people she shared lessons with. As she’d been warned by R’nya and her own understanding of how the world worked, Madiquel (and the other girls who had joined the Hall) weren’t exactly welcomed with open arms by all of their male classmates. Some, of course, were welcoming, but most seemed disdainful or outright scornful; Madiquel got the impression that the ones that were friendly, were such more so because they simply weren’t the type to be publicly cruel, rather than because they felt the girls had any right to be there. It had a tendency to make lessons uncomfortable, but Madiquel had quickly taken to ignoring her classmates. They were immature whers!
“What’re you up to?” Madiquel asked, genuinely curious. For all that she’d been in the Hall for several months now, she hadn’t yet branched out and had very little idea of what it was her fellow classmates did during their downtime. What did someone do, when they couldn’t hop on a dragon and just… go wherever they wanted?
