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21.May.22, 12:02 PM
M’quel laughed softly, nuzzling her cheek against A’tay’s shoulder. “You’re amazing, is what you are! As for goals…” She considered him, “What about signing up for the bronzerider mentor thing?” She sat up a little more, and pressed her hand to his chest to stop him from immediately throwing her idea aside. “You don’t have to be a Weyrleader, if you don’t want to,” she said, smiling, “but you could learn a lot of useful stuff!” M’quel believed Threadfall was coming, and she knew that it would be devastating when it did, which made her worry about her friends, but the sharp reality of that was also that many, many riders and their dragons were either going to die, or be scored so badly they couldn’t fly any more – which meant even those who didn’t want rank, would likely have it thrust upon them, eventually.
As the topic changed to their friends who would be graduating soon, M’quel wondered idly, eying A’tay from the corner of her eye, who her friend would end up settling down with… She wondered, with an internal snort, who she would end up settling with. D’hys and T’ryn were obviously just fun-time friends, and she had no misconceptions about the type of relationship she had with either man. Then there was N’lis, and M’quel sighed softly to herself as her gaze lifted to the sky, listening to A’tay chatter, nodding and smiling at the appropriate places though also clearly side-tracked. She heard him go quiet after a little while, and let the silence linger between them. It wasn’t uncomfortable, though, and M’quel chewed her bottom lip for a few moments, considering the topic of her boyfriend and the fact that she was quite sure he viewed their relationship as a lot more than she did.
M'quel startled when A’tay spoke again, and she shifted to look up at his face with wide, surprised eyes, though her expression softened at the mention of N’noa and seeing him again. “I haven’t seen him in far too long,” M’quel admitted, smiling gently. “He helped take such good care of Zee when she was a baby.” She smiled wistfully as she remembered the friendship they’d struck up and strengthened during Zezeth’s Weyrlinghood, with N’noa’s gentle flirting and teasing, and the way she had blushed scarlet and spent most of her time with him giggling innocently. M’quel shook her head slightly, bemused, wondering how N’noa would react now her response to his flirting would be vastly different.
Which brought her back to her previous thoughts, and M’quel’s smile faded and she sighed again. Sitting up a little, M’quel let a little air circulate between herself and A’tay as she looked up at him, her features furrowed into a frown of discomfort. Sighing deeply, M’quel brushed her hair from her face and pursed her lips for a few moments, gathering her thoughts. “I have a bit of a problem,” she said softly, grimacing again and fiddling with the leather bracelet that still lived on her left wrist. “N’lis appears to have been under the impression that we were rather, um, serious… while I was not.” Her gaze flickered up to A’tay’s face, biting her bottom lip, and then she dropped her gaze again. “I think I really hurt him,” she admitted quietly, eyebrows knitting together. “He doesn’t want to break up, but I’m not ready to do the whole mated thing, and I like N’lis, I really do; he is very sweet and makes me feel special. But I don’t know…” She scrunched her nose up, still not looking up as she fiddled with her bracelet. “He’s not, you know,” she finally glanced up again, still frowning, and said quite seriously, “The One,” and waved her hand absently to indicate the mystical and magical One that always featured in Rhaedalyn’s stories.
As the topic changed to their friends who would be graduating soon, M’quel wondered idly, eying A’tay from the corner of her eye, who her friend would end up settling down with… She wondered, with an internal snort, who she would end up settling with. D’hys and T’ryn were obviously just fun-time friends, and she had no misconceptions about the type of relationship she had with either man. Then there was N’lis, and M’quel sighed softly to herself as her gaze lifted to the sky, listening to A’tay chatter, nodding and smiling at the appropriate places though also clearly side-tracked. She heard him go quiet after a little while, and let the silence linger between them. It wasn’t uncomfortable, though, and M’quel chewed her bottom lip for a few moments, considering the topic of her boyfriend and the fact that she was quite sure he viewed their relationship as a lot more than she did.
M'quel startled when A’tay spoke again, and she shifted to look up at his face with wide, surprised eyes, though her expression softened at the mention of N’noa and seeing him again. “I haven’t seen him in far too long,” M’quel admitted, smiling gently. “He helped take such good care of Zee when she was a baby.” She smiled wistfully as she remembered the friendship they’d struck up and strengthened during Zezeth’s Weyrlinghood, with N’noa’s gentle flirting and teasing, and the way she had blushed scarlet and spent most of her time with him giggling innocently. M’quel shook her head slightly, bemused, wondering how N’noa would react now her response to his flirting would be vastly different.
Which brought her back to her previous thoughts, and M’quel’s smile faded and she sighed again. Sitting up a little, M’quel let a little air circulate between herself and A’tay as she looked up at him, her features furrowed into a frown of discomfort. Sighing deeply, M’quel brushed her hair from her face and pursed her lips for a few moments, gathering her thoughts. “I have a bit of a problem,” she said softly, grimacing again and fiddling with the leather bracelet that still lived on her left wrist. “N’lis appears to have been under the impression that we were rather, um, serious… while I was not.” Her gaze flickered up to A’tay’s face, biting her bottom lip, and then she dropped her gaze again. “I think I really hurt him,” she admitted quietly, eyebrows knitting together. “He doesn’t want to break up, but I’m not ready to do the whole mated thing, and I like N’lis, I really do; he is very sweet and makes me feel special. But I don’t know…” She scrunched her nose up, still not looking up as she fiddled with her bracelet. “He’s not, you know,” she finally glanced up again, still frowning, and said quite seriously, “The One,” and waved her hand absently to indicate the mystical and magical One that always featured in Rhaedalyn’s stories.
