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27.Jun.19, 11:26 AM
Madiquel smiled serenely at the agreement for her company and settled into devouring her meal as L’gan spoke, only nodding at intervals – such as to affirm her name – though she didn’t do anything so monstrous as make a mess. Katilan born, Madiquel had never gone hungry, but she was well aware of all the hard work that went into preparing a meal, from the collection to the final destination upon the table. Part of her chores as a child had been assisting with finding greens or fruit, or helping in the kitchen since she’d had no stomach for skinning or cleaning kills. As a result, Madiquel always said her please and thank you, and she never ate without quiet dignity and appreciation for what was before her.
“I’m glad its normal,” Madiquel said, her amusement in her voice as she paused, picking up her glass. It was filled with simple water. She knew others enjoyed wine, mead or juice with their meals, but Madiquel enjoyed simple, fresh water. Sometimes, she’d drink mulled wine, or heavily watered wine, when she was having a girls evening with Rhaedalyn and the children. But that made her miss home, and after the first experience, she had stuck to her familiar but not so bitter-sweet water.
The question that followed had a small smile flicking Madiquel’s lips. It was a common one, and while folks didn’t know she was the catalyst for the influx of Weyrfolk and women in the Hall, that didn’t stop the question from being sprung on her. Madiquel had heard it asked of many of the others, and indeed, it was one of the questions Verec had asked her. And her father. And R’nya. The answer came easily, now. “I want to be useful,” she said, with quiet but firm honesty. “When my friend got mauled,” she didn’t bother to specify which one. A’tay was embarrassed by the event, and really, so many of the Candidates had been mauled in one way or another over the past several Turns that it wasn’t a surprise event. “It all kind of…” she shrugged, falling away. The event on the Sands had been the catalyst, but it had taken a bit of time to go from event to full-fledged idea.
“What about yourself?” she asked, giving a playful smile. Some people had actually seemed taken aback when she asked them the question, they sprung on her. Others had answered with the same easy familiarity she had found over time. It was a nice change, from the ‘why don’t you want to be a candidate/dragonrider?’ she had had to field over her lifetime. She was just glad all of her weyr-friends had picked up on it, and none of them pressured her for an answer or tried to change her mind. They’d all been so supportive since she’d come to the Hall, too! Remembering A’tay’s letter to her, she touched the edge of the roll tucked into her belt, anxious to read it, but wanting to do so when she was alone and could reply to her friend right after she’d read it.
“I’m glad its normal,” Madiquel said, her amusement in her voice as she paused, picking up her glass. It was filled with simple water. She knew others enjoyed wine, mead or juice with their meals, but Madiquel enjoyed simple, fresh water. Sometimes, she’d drink mulled wine, or heavily watered wine, when she was having a girls evening with Rhaedalyn and the children. But that made her miss home, and after the first experience, she had stuck to her familiar but not so bitter-sweet water.
The question that followed had a small smile flicking Madiquel’s lips. It was a common one, and while folks didn’t know she was the catalyst for the influx of Weyrfolk and women in the Hall, that didn’t stop the question from being sprung on her. Madiquel had heard it asked of many of the others, and indeed, it was one of the questions Verec had asked her. And her father. And R’nya. The answer came easily, now. “I want to be useful,” she said, with quiet but firm honesty. “When my friend got mauled,” she didn’t bother to specify which one. A’tay was embarrassed by the event, and really, so many of the Candidates had been mauled in one way or another over the past several Turns that it wasn’t a surprise event. “It all kind of…” she shrugged, falling away. The event on the Sands had been the catalyst, but it had taken a bit of time to go from event to full-fledged idea.
“What about yourself?” she asked, giving a playful smile. Some people had actually seemed taken aback when she asked them the question, they sprung on her. Others had answered with the same easy familiarity she had found over time. It was a nice change, from the ‘why don’t you want to be a candidate/dragonrider?’ she had had to field over her lifetime. She was just glad all of her weyr-friends had picked up on it, and none of them pressured her for an answer or tried to change her mind. They’d all been so supportive since she’d come to the Hall, too! Remembering A’tay’s letter to her, she touched the edge of the roll tucked into her belt, anxious to read it, but wanting to do so when she was alone and could reply to her friend right after she’d read it.
