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20.May.20, 02:09 PM
They were finally allowed to move into their own weyrs! Madiquel was ecstatic! It wasn’t that she didn’t love the boys – she did – but she had never had her own home before, never even thought about it! It had taken a little bit to get used to, really, just the idea. She had subconsciously thought she’d be moving back in with her Papa once she finished Weyrlinghood, if she didn’t move back to the Healer Hall (and she did still plan to take up her education once more). But when the Weyrlingmaster told them they’d be able to pick from a selection of unoccupied weyrs, Madiquel had realised she was going to be a real dragonrider… an adult. Oh Faranth she didn’t feel like an adult at all!
But, none the less, she and Zezeth had gone around and picked out a weyr they liked the look of. While they still weren’t flying on their dragons (yada yada, blah blah, too small, too weak, blah blah) they were at least riding them on the ground (officially) and while they’d have to walk to and from their weyrs, the dragons at least could come and go aerially. Which was good, right? Plus visitors could do the same! Madiquel was so excited! She had made sure that her choice of weyr included enough room for at Xyxyth to join Zezeth. If they could both fit, than any of her other friends’ dragons certainly would!
While there had been plenty of offers to help her move from friends, Madiquel was rather a private girl, and she’d opted to pack her belongings alone, and most likely unpack them to. The exception was A’tay, who had offered to pick up some of the furniture Madiquel had purchased from the Hold. Xyxyth would be running trips to unload all the bulky furniture – bedroom and living area items – and Madiquel had set aside several hours over the course of the week to make some new oil up for Xyxyth, and weave a pretty leather bracelet for A’tay in thanks.
With the last wooden crate filled with her clothing, Madiquel took one last look around the room that had been her own since Zezeth claimed her, and smiled as she walked out the door. She paused, taking the nameplate off the entrance; it was the one A’tay had originally carved for her, and while he’d offered to make her a ‘better’ one, Madiquel would have none of it. She set it on top of the folded clothing, and carried it out to Zezeth. The young green dragon took the box and took flight, making her way to the weyr they’d claimed as their own. It wasn’t too far, as Madiquel had no desire to make her Papa climb too many flights of stairs to come visit her. Madiquel watched her dragon with a smile, before darting out to the halls, waving at the boys as she passed them.
Charging into her weyr with gusto, Madiquel bounced to the dragon ledge, finding Zezeth there, the box to one side with the neat pile of companions. Clapping her hands once, Madiquel pounced on the most recent addition, plucking her name plate from the top of it and dancing back out to her door to put it on the wood, in a place of honour at just above eye level where it proudly displayed her name. “I just need one with your name, Zee!” she said cheerfully, re-joining her dragon and waving enthusiastically when she saw Xyxyth approaching.
Excited chittering announced Clover, who dived in and swirled around Madiquel’s head before landing on her shoulder, tail twining around her human’s neck. Madiquel gave her a gentle scratch on the eyeridge, and beamed at A’tay as he dismounted. “Is that the last of it?” she asked, excited, hands clasped as she balanced on her toes. “Thank you!” she added, darting in and pressing a kiss against A’tay’s cheek – she flushed when she found it scruffy – but skipped off again before she could make the situation awkward with her silly girliness. Her arms were spread wide as she twirled in a circle, head thrown back and watching the stone ceiling as she spun.
Steadying herself after a couple of circles, Madiquel beamed at A’tay, her eyes slightly dizzy. “I’m so glad we don’t have to build our homes any more,” she giggled, dropping her arms, still grinning happily. Her weyr was hardly large by standards, but it was a lot bigger than her single room in their makeshift ‘barracks’, and it was bigger than the weyr her father had claimed for them to share in Fort. Madiquel knew it was probably bigger than most greenriders could expect, but not by a great deal; she had a feeling she was allowed the two-bedroom weyr so her father could stay with her sometimes, without having to sleep in the living room. Madiquel appreciated that.
“Do you want to help me set up?” Madiquel asked, expression curious and hopeful. A’tay had great sense of style in Madiquel’s opinion, and she was sure he’d be great help in putting things where they’d make the most sense!
But, none the less, she and Zezeth had gone around and picked out a weyr they liked the look of. While they still weren’t flying on their dragons (yada yada, blah blah, too small, too weak, blah blah) they were at least riding them on the ground (officially) and while they’d have to walk to and from their weyrs, the dragons at least could come and go aerially. Which was good, right? Plus visitors could do the same! Madiquel was so excited! She had made sure that her choice of weyr included enough room for at Xyxyth to join Zezeth. If they could both fit, than any of her other friends’ dragons certainly would!
While there had been plenty of offers to help her move from friends, Madiquel was rather a private girl, and she’d opted to pack her belongings alone, and most likely unpack them to. The exception was A’tay, who had offered to pick up some of the furniture Madiquel had purchased from the Hold. Xyxyth would be running trips to unload all the bulky furniture – bedroom and living area items – and Madiquel had set aside several hours over the course of the week to make some new oil up for Xyxyth, and weave a pretty leather bracelet for A’tay in thanks.
With the last wooden crate filled with her clothing, Madiquel took one last look around the room that had been her own since Zezeth claimed her, and smiled as she walked out the door. She paused, taking the nameplate off the entrance; it was the one A’tay had originally carved for her, and while he’d offered to make her a ‘better’ one, Madiquel would have none of it. She set it on top of the folded clothing, and carried it out to Zezeth. The young green dragon took the box and took flight, making her way to the weyr they’d claimed as their own. It wasn’t too far, as Madiquel had no desire to make her Papa climb too many flights of stairs to come visit her. Madiquel watched her dragon with a smile, before darting out to the halls, waving at the boys as she passed them.
Charging into her weyr with gusto, Madiquel bounced to the dragon ledge, finding Zezeth there, the box to one side with the neat pile of companions. Clapping her hands once, Madiquel pounced on the most recent addition, plucking her name plate from the top of it and dancing back out to her door to put it on the wood, in a place of honour at just above eye level where it proudly displayed her name. “I just need one with your name, Zee!” she said cheerfully, re-joining her dragon and waving enthusiastically when she saw Xyxyth approaching.
Excited chittering announced Clover, who dived in and swirled around Madiquel’s head before landing on her shoulder, tail twining around her human’s neck. Madiquel gave her a gentle scratch on the eyeridge, and beamed at A’tay as he dismounted. “Is that the last of it?” she asked, excited, hands clasped as she balanced on her toes. “Thank you!” she added, darting in and pressing a kiss against A’tay’s cheek – she flushed when she found it scruffy – but skipped off again before she could make the situation awkward with her silly girliness. Her arms were spread wide as she twirled in a circle, head thrown back and watching the stone ceiling as she spun.
Steadying herself after a couple of circles, Madiquel beamed at A’tay, her eyes slightly dizzy. “I’m so glad we don’t have to build our homes any more,” she giggled, dropping her arms, still grinning happily. Her weyr was hardly large by standards, but it was a lot bigger than her single room in their makeshift ‘barracks’, and it was bigger than the weyr her father had claimed for them to share in Fort. Madiquel knew it was probably bigger than most greenriders could expect, but not by a great deal; she had a feeling she was allowed the two-bedroom weyr so her father could stay with her sometimes, without having to sleep in the living room. Madiquel appreciated that.
“Do you want to help me set up?” Madiquel asked, expression curious and hopeful. A’tay had great sense of style in Madiquel’s opinion, and she was sure he’d be great help in putting things where they’d make the most sense!
