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27.Jun.19, 10:35 AM
Madiquel was in high spirits as she left the classroom she’d spent the last four hours in, and made her way to the room she shared with a couple of other girls. There weren’t that many of them in the Hall, but Vaera had told her there were more, now, since Madiquel had started, than there ever had been in the history she was aware of. Honestly, if she let herself think on it, Madiquel was pleased – proud even – of the change her desire to help the Weyr had brought about in a world so far removed from her own. That wasn’t to say she was unaware of the difficulties presented to both herself, and the other women. She’d heard the whispers and some not at all subtle remarks that were aimed at them. Silly things, but things she’d heard before. After all, people mocked her father and she’d seen the way female greenriders were treated.
This, at least… no one was expecting anything untoward of her in that regard, for which Madiquel was extremely grateful! She still blushed crimson at the mention of holding hands or dating, and she’d been teased by some of her new friends when they had pointed out a couple of attractive Journeymen who were only slightly older than themselves. To be fair, he’d been tall, fair and had glorious golden hair that Madiquel had agreed would be lovely to play with. Though she certainly had not said any such thing! Of course, her crimson blush and wide eyes was more than enough fodder. Madiquel still couldn’t believe the things the girls believed about dragonriders having sex around every corner! Outrageous!
Dropping her books and bag into the chest at the foot of her bed, Madiquel locked it with the decorative and intricate lock that T’ryn had bought for her. It was fancy, but he’d told her that the crafter had been very stout in the fact that it would be almost impossible to pick – so ‘don’t lose the key!’ – though Madiquel was quite sure T’ryn would kidnap the said crafter to come and unlock it himself if she did lose the key! Madiquel giggled at the idea of a serious and frowning craftsman being snatched up by Syrendryth, whom she was always led to believe was equally as serious, and bring him to her to work magic on a keyless lock. Shaking her head, Madiquel squeaked when Clover appeared abruptly before her, and dropped a letter into her hand. Beaming, Madiquel quickly recognised A’tay’s handwriting spelling her name across the front of the roll – as if Clover would give it to anyone but her!
“Hello little missy!” petting the firelizard – who had landed on her shoulder – Madiquel made her way cheerfully towards the dining hall, knowing that even though it wasn’t quite dinner time, the earlier released classes – such as her own – would be taking their seats and preparing to eat. She’d been delighted to discover that the Hall wasn’t as formal as it was in the stories; massive Hall-wide dining only seemed to occur when there was someone to Walk the Tables. Which, in Madiquel’s opinion, made sense. After all, feeding the thousands of people in the Hall all at once every night would be ridiculously exhausting for the poor cooks! “Speaking of,” Madiquel said with a frown to Clover, “I believe I’m on dish duty tonight.” Which would start around eight pm, so she had some time!
Striding confidently into the Dining Hall, Madiquel looked around for any of her new friends as she lined up to get herself a plate for food and a glass for drink. As she piled foods on her plate, she continued to look around. Only spotting a couple – and all of them at full tables – Madiquel instead started looking around for tables with fewer people at them, so she could read and reply to A’tay’s letter. It was as she was pouring gravy over her meats that Madiquel spotted L’gan. He was on his own – she could see a couple moving away. Class mates? – and she considered before nodding to herself. Vaera and a couple of the other girls had been whispering about him, and been quite insistent that Madiquel arrange for them to meet him (really, Madiquel figured they were really aiming at his dragon, since she was far too innocent to consider the fact that they might be serious in any quips about bedding the man).
Picking up her plate, and carefully balancing her cup on the rim, Madiquel made her way towards L’gan, arriving safely from behind the man she carefully set her stuff down on the table a polite distance away from him, and then climbed onto the bench. “I hope you don’t mind some more company,” she said politely, flashing the greenrider a gentle smile. “Did you have a busy day? Honestly, I’m surprised I’m so hungry after the stuff I saw today!” Really, she’d forgotten about her tendency to feel faint at the sight of blood, when she’d decided she wanted to be a healer. Though, after six months of training, she was pleased to discover that while she still (frequently) felt faint, she hadn’t yet embarrassed herself. Just gone pasty.
This, at least… no one was expecting anything untoward of her in that regard, for which Madiquel was extremely grateful! She still blushed crimson at the mention of holding hands or dating, and she’d been teased by some of her new friends when they had pointed out a couple of attractive Journeymen who were only slightly older than themselves. To be fair, he’d been tall, fair and had glorious golden hair that Madiquel had agreed would be lovely to play with. Though she certainly had not said any such thing! Of course, her crimson blush and wide eyes was more than enough fodder. Madiquel still couldn’t believe the things the girls believed about dragonriders having sex around every corner! Outrageous!
Dropping her books and bag into the chest at the foot of her bed, Madiquel locked it with the decorative and intricate lock that T’ryn had bought for her. It was fancy, but he’d told her that the crafter had been very stout in the fact that it would be almost impossible to pick – so ‘don’t lose the key!’ – though Madiquel was quite sure T’ryn would kidnap the said crafter to come and unlock it himself if she did lose the key! Madiquel giggled at the idea of a serious and frowning craftsman being snatched up by Syrendryth, whom she was always led to believe was equally as serious, and bring him to her to work magic on a keyless lock. Shaking her head, Madiquel squeaked when Clover appeared abruptly before her, and dropped a letter into her hand. Beaming, Madiquel quickly recognised A’tay’s handwriting spelling her name across the front of the roll – as if Clover would give it to anyone but her!
“Hello little missy!” petting the firelizard – who had landed on her shoulder – Madiquel made her way cheerfully towards the dining hall, knowing that even though it wasn’t quite dinner time, the earlier released classes – such as her own – would be taking their seats and preparing to eat. She’d been delighted to discover that the Hall wasn’t as formal as it was in the stories; massive Hall-wide dining only seemed to occur when there was someone to Walk the Tables. Which, in Madiquel’s opinion, made sense. After all, feeding the thousands of people in the Hall all at once every night would be ridiculously exhausting for the poor cooks! “Speaking of,” Madiquel said with a frown to Clover, “I believe I’m on dish duty tonight.” Which would start around eight pm, so she had some time!
Striding confidently into the Dining Hall, Madiquel looked around for any of her new friends as she lined up to get herself a plate for food and a glass for drink. As she piled foods on her plate, she continued to look around. Only spotting a couple – and all of them at full tables – Madiquel instead started looking around for tables with fewer people at them, so she could read and reply to A’tay’s letter. It was as she was pouring gravy over her meats that Madiquel spotted L’gan. He was on his own – she could see a couple moving away. Class mates? – and she considered before nodding to herself. Vaera and a couple of the other girls had been whispering about him, and been quite insistent that Madiquel arrange for them to meet him (really, Madiquel figured they were really aiming at his dragon, since she was far too innocent to consider the fact that they might be serious in any quips about bedding the man).
Picking up her plate, and carefully balancing her cup on the rim, Madiquel made her way towards L’gan, arriving safely from behind the man she carefully set her stuff down on the table a polite distance away from him, and then climbed onto the bench. “I hope you don’t mind some more company,” she said politely, flashing the greenrider a gentle smile. “Did you have a busy day? Honestly, I’m surprised I’m so hungry after the stuff I saw today!” Really, she’d forgotten about her tendency to feel faint at the sight of blood, when she’d decided she wanted to be a healer. Though, after six months of training, she was pleased to discover that while she still (frequently) felt faint, she hadn’t yet embarrassed herself. Just gone pasty.
