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18.Aug.19, 07:11 AM
He was finally allowed to see Madiquel! It had been the longest twenty-four hours of his life. All he wanted was to hug her and congratulate her and double check that she was okay with Impressing when she had never wanted to. But no. Every adult in the Weyr—at least it felt like it—kept telling him not to bother the Healers and everyone needed rest. Xyxyth wouldn’t even help him pass on a message stating he didn’t want to upset the little green by barging in on her space without permission. The green was too weak to talk directly to and he refused to try, deciding to instead protect all three babies like the humans were doing.
A’tay conceded and was willing to wait as long as he could but instead got pulled into playing messenger for someone that he was still in shock over seeing. But he had returned to Ista Weyr with the letter in hand a threat repeating in his head about what would happen if he failed in his task or made Madiquel cry. His wide-eyes and explanation seemed to be enough to let him and as he entered the room, spotting Madiquel, the look didn’t entirely fade.
She looked like crap. It was clear she hadn’t slept much, if at all, and he couldn’t quite read her expression until she registered his arrival and waved him over. He took quiet and cautious steps across the room, eyes more on the dragonet than anywhere else. He was afraid to disturb her but also so curious about what she looked like and how she was doing. But he refrained from gawking as he sat down beside his best friend and managed to slip an arm around her as Madiquel slumped against him. It wasn’t really the hug he had wanted to give but it would do.
“Please don’t cry,” A’tay panicked slightly, wondering if this counted as him making her cry and if Jajojin would know. But he ignored that fear to focus on his friend needing him, brushing some loose strands of hair from her face and offering a small smile.
“You haven’t done anything but reply to the call of your dragon.” How could Madiquel think she’d done something wrong? The dragon chose the rider, it wasn’t like she had a choice in the matter or was expecting it. She wasn’t even on the Sands so she wasn’t doing anything other than hoping for the best like the rest of them. “And now you’re ensuring she survives. I know you wanted to be a Healer and you’ll be one yet, but maybe the training you have had was meant to help… what’s her name, DiDi?”
He studied the dragon now that he had mentioned her and asked for a name. She was so frail and almost grotesque with the features seeming too large with the lack of meat on her bones. But A’tay was confident she’d survive. She’d made the bond with Madiquel and held on long enough to get aid. That alone spoke volumes of her willpower—combine that with Madiquel’s own determination and those two would be ruling the Weyr instead of Ameris soon enough.
A’tay conceded and was willing to wait as long as he could but instead got pulled into playing messenger for someone that he was still in shock over seeing. But he had returned to Ista Weyr with the letter in hand a threat repeating in his head about what would happen if he failed in his task or made Madiquel cry. His wide-eyes and explanation seemed to be enough to let him and as he entered the room, spotting Madiquel, the look didn’t entirely fade.
She looked like crap. It was clear she hadn’t slept much, if at all, and he couldn’t quite read her expression until she registered his arrival and waved him over. He took quiet and cautious steps across the room, eyes more on the dragonet than anywhere else. He was afraid to disturb her but also so curious about what she looked like and how she was doing. But he refrained from gawking as he sat down beside his best friend and managed to slip an arm around her as Madiquel slumped against him. It wasn’t really the hug he had wanted to give but it would do.
“Please don’t cry,” A’tay panicked slightly, wondering if this counted as him making her cry and if Jajojin would know. But he ignored that fear to focus on his friend needing him, brushing some loose strands of hair from her face and offering a small smile.
“You haven’t done anything but reply to the call of your dragon.” How could Madiquel think she’d done something wrong? The dragon chose the rider, it wasn’t like she had a choice in the matter or was expecting it. She wasn’t even on the Sands so she wasn’t doing anything other than hoping for the best like the rest of them. “And now you’re ensuring she survives. I know you wanted to be a Healer and you’ll be one yet, but maybe the training you have had was meant to help… what’s her name, DiDi?”
He studied the dragon now that he had mentioned her and asked for a name. She was so frail and almost grotesque with the features seeming too large with the lack of meat on her bones. But A’tay was confident she’d survive. She’d made the bond with Madiquel and held on long enough to get aid. That alone spoke volumes of her willpower—combine that with Madiquel’s own determination and those two would be ruling the Weyr instead of Ameris soon enough.
