25.Sep.17, 07:26 PM
At the light touch to her arm, Madiquel started slightly, but smiled wanly when she looked down and saw R’dare’s earnest expression. She wasn’t sure she really agreed with his reasoning. While most dragonriders wanted their children to experience the wonder of a bond, she was fairly sure the very real risk of losing that bond and suffering like her father did… Well. It wasn’t something she wanted, and she wasn’t really sure that the bond would outweigh the risk. Besides, she had several Turns yet before she could Stand.
Shifting to cradle Clover, Madiquel shuffled to lay down beside R’dare. She settled Clover on her chest, where the firelizard purred and curled up happily, Madiquel petting her absently. “I have no doubt,” she replied dryly, imagining the boys and their blues standing on the lower ledges of the Hatching Grounds and waving their arms around and cheering loudly. She giggled softly at the image, and shook her head to herself.
“I don’t know,” she frowned, slipping one arm under her head so her cheek was cradled near her elbow as she looked up at R’dare. “Girl riders don’t really get treated that well. I think I’d prefer gold. I guess it wouldn’t be as exciting, and I know they’re not looked upon as favourably as they were before the Plague – at least that’s what Papa says – but. Oh, I don’t know.” Madiquel didn’t think she’d have what it takes to be the butt of bad jokes and mockery. She’d seen the way Indivara was treated, and that woman must have had a thick hide to take it and let it all slide off her like water off a well oiled hide.
But as a greenrider? “Definitely not!” She said empathically, scrunching her nose up at the idea. If – and that was a strong if – she ever stood, Madiquel was quite sure she’d Stand for gold. Definitely not as exciting as the men’s dragons, but not as jarring as a green or blue!
Shifting to cradle Clover, Madiquel shuffled to lay down beside R’dare. She settled Clover on her chest, where the firelizard purred and curled up happily, Madiquel petting her absently. “I have no doubt,” she replied dryly, imagining the boys and their blues standing on the lower ledges of the Hatching Grounds and waving their arms around and cheering loudly. She giggled softly at the image, and shook her head to herself.
“I don’t know,” she frowned, slipping one arm under her head so her cheek was cradled near her elbow as she looked up at R’dare. “Girl riders don’t really get treated that well. I think I’d prefer gold. I guess it wouldn’t be as exciting, and I know they’re not looked upon as favourably as they were before the Plague – at least that’s what Papa says – but. Oh, I don’t know.” Madiquel didn’t think she’d have what it takes to be the butt of bad jokes and mockery. She’d seen the way Indivara was treated, and that woman must have had a thick hide to take it and let it all slide off her like water off a well oiled hide.
But as a greenrider? “Definitely not!” She said empathically, scrunching her nose up at the idea. If – and that was a strong if – she ever stood, Madiquel was quite sure she’d Stand for gold. Definitely not as exciting as the men’s dragons, but not as jarring as a green or blue!