30.Jun.19, 09:58 AM
An expression of deep sadness swept over Madiquel's face at the mention of L’gan’s family surviving the Plague. While it had only taken the lives of the dragons directly, Madiquel knew it had affected so many people as a result. Dragonriders were, of course, the highest impact, but the nonrider family, friends, community had been hit hard. Even within the Hall, Madiquel had heard whispers about men and women who live there, that had survived their dragon’s suicide. Like her Papa. Madiquel missed him so, even though she’d seen him not too long ago, and they’d already planned their next picnic lunch.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” It was a generic response, but one deeply sincere from the teen as she stared at L’gan, wondering who the Healer was (she hadn’t crossed paths with the man… yet?) and who his son had been. So many youth died on the Sands; Madiquel knew it was a number that was toned down and kept quiet, because the Weyr couldn’t afford for people to turn away being Searched, and statistically, the Candidates were more likely to walk off the Sands, than they were to get mauled. She was pretty sure they technically had more chance of Impression than dying, but she’d never done that math.
A sudden smile lit up Madiquel’s face, as L’gan brought up pestering dragonriders himself, and she latched onto it with a giggle. “Speaking of pestering dragonriders,” she teased, eyes bright with mirth. “Some of my classmates are dying to meet you,” she laughed, clearly indicating with a scrunched up nose and amused expression that it wasn’t L’gan that the girls were so much interested in, as the dragon he was bonded to. “Would you or Semath mind terribly? They’ve never seen a dragon up close, and R’nya’s Xyreith is terribly intimidating.” The Weyrleader was the one who had dropped her off, and while he visited upon occasion with (or without) Rhaedalyn and the girls, Madiquel had never been quite confident enough to ask if her classmates could meet the bronze. He was kind of scary, and not at all approachable. Not like greens usually were!
Madiquel beamed hopefully up at L’gan.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” It was a generic response, but one deeply sincere from the teen as she stared at L’gan, wondering who the Healer was (she hadn’t crossed paths with the man… yet?) and who his son had been. So many youth died on the Sands; Madiquel knew it was a number that was toned down and kept quiet, because the Weyr couldn’t afford for people to turn away being Searched, and statistically, the Candidates were more likely to walk off the Sands, than they were to get mauled. She was pretty sure they technically had more chance of Impression than dying, but she’d never done that math.
A sudden smile lit up Madiquel’s face, as L’gan brought up pestering dragonriders himself, and she latched onto it with a giggle. “Speaking of pestering dragonriders,” she teased, eyes bright with mirth. “Some of my classmates are dying to meet you,” she laughed, clearly indicating with a scrunched up nose and amused expression that it wasn’t L’gan that the girls were so much interested in, as the dragon he was bonded to. “Would you or Semath mind terribly? They’ve never seen a dragon up close, and R’nya’s Xyreith is terribly intimidating.” The Weyrleader was the one who had dropped her off, and while he visited upon occasion with (or without) Rhaedalyn and the girls, Madiquel had never been quite confident enough to ask if her classmates could meet the bronze. He was kind of scary, and not at all approachable. Not like greens usually were!
Madiquel beamed hopefully up at L’gan.