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12.May.18, 12:48 AM
When Madiquel had heard about the party being held in Ista for one of the Candidate’s birthdays, she’d been sad she wasn’t invited. An invitation had arrived via firelizard that had Madiquel excitedly hunting down her father and begging to be allowed to go. In her youthful naivety, she didn’t consider that the party would basically be a fest of alcohol and ramped hormones; her father probably did, but he was either too lost in a bad moment or willing to let her learn this lesson for herself. Either way, he gave permission for her to attend the party, allowing that she took the trip to Ista on the back of one of his friend’s dragons. She agreed, because she really wanted to go, even though she preferred travelling with her own friends.
In the end, Madiquel had packed a bag, Jajojin suggesting she stay in Ista for the Hatching since her friends were on the Sands, and he preferred to limit her time spent between when he could. If it meant a few weeks in Ista and only two trips between instead of four, so be it. Madiquel had been ecstatic if slightly anxious. Would her precious Papa be okay without her for so long? Worried as she was, she had sneaked away to find Rhaedalyn and beg the goldrider to send her a firelizard message if her Papa even looked like he might be sadder than his usual stoic self. Rhaedalyn was so regal and beautiful that Madiquel had never before put herself in the woman’s line of sight, but she found her kind and gentle and when the promise had been extracted, Madiquel had hugged Rhaedalyn before realising that was probably inappropriate and fleeing.
After arriving in Ista, Madiquel had settled herself in a spare barrack in the Lower Caverns, where she could be helpful when she wasn’t playing with her friends, and she’d quickly sought out Ayontay. They’d spent most of the evening together before being dragged off to the party by some of his siblings, with Madiquel sticking close by her friend. She’d presented Nerrah with a small gift of pressed flowers carefully arranged and attached to the leather cover of a journal. She’d bought the journal for herself, but never used it. The flowers she’d attached herself to give it a personal feel and she was quite pleased with the work and hoped that Nerrah would like it and perhaps even get some use out of it. Duties taken care of, Madiquel had settled on the edge of the room with Ayontay to watch and learn what happened at parties.
She learned a lot.
Most of it made her uncomfortable, and Madiquel clung to her cup of water with a wide-eyed look reminiscent of an animal caught in a spotlight, gaze shifting between antics of the older teens and the things they were getting up to. Wandering hands, loudness, teasing that made her eyes pop, and so much kissing. She was rather relieved when Nerrah spoke up, sending many of the make out sessions fleeing, either to a new location or apart entirely. Still innocently and entirely uninterested in sex and all it entailed, Madiquel was rather mystified by the apparent desire of all the drunken candidates to shove hands up tops and down pants and try to swallow one another’s tongues.
Seeing R’dare made his way over to a group and settle himself on the ground, Madiquel’s interest was piqued and she glanced at Ayontay before moving cautiously through the mingling drunkards to where a game was apparently being played. She was completely oblivious to why clothing was coming off, assuming – since it was mostly outerwear and socks – that the people playing were simply drunk and too hot. When Nerrah inserted herself and grabbed Madiquel by the arm, the girl turned huge, horrified eyes on the Candidate at her mischievous words.
“I- what?!” She squeaked, eyes popping, mouth open and face going white as the snow on the mountain tops. “No!” she squeaked again, tugging against Nerrah’s grip on her arm and trying to get away. “No! I don’t! No!” On her shoulder, Clover hissed threateningly and squawked to back up Madiquel’s refusal. “R’dare!” She begged, turning eyes upon her friend and begging for help. He wouldn’t leave her in this mess, would he? Oh Faranth, what if he did? Her bottom lip trembled at the threat of tears.
In the end, Madiquel had packed a bag, Jajojin suggesting she stay in Ista for the Hatching since her friends were on the Sands, and he preferred to limit her time spent between when he could. If it meant a few weeks in Ista and only two trips between instead of four, so be it. Madiquel had been ecstatic if slightly anxious. Would her precious Papa be okay without her for so long? Worried as she was, she had sneaked away to find Rhaedalyn and beg the goldrider to send her a firelizard message if her Papa even looked like he might be sadder than his usual stoic self. Rhaedalyn was so regal and beautiful that Madiquel had never before put herself in the woman’s line of sight, but she found her kind and gentle and when the promise had been extracted, Madiquel had hugged Rhaedalyn before realising that was probably inappropriate and fleeing.
After arriving in Ista, Madiquel had settled herself in a spare barrack in the Lower Caverns, where she could be helpful when she wasn’t playing with her friends, and she’d quickly sought out Ayontay. They’d spent most of the evening together before being dragged off to the party by some of his siblings, with Madiquel sticking close by her friend. She’d presented Nerrah with a small gift of pressed flowers carefully arranged and attached to the leather cover of a journal. She’d bought the journal for herself, but never used it. The flowers she’d attached herself to give it a personal feel and she was quite pleased with the work and hoped that Nerrah would like it and perhaps even get some use out of it. Duties taken care of, Madiquel had settled on the edge of the room with Ayontay to watch and learn what happened at parties.
She learned a lot.
Most of it made her uncomfortable, and Madiquel clung to her cup of water with a wide-eyed look reminiscent of an animal caught in a spotlight, gaze shifting between antics of the older teens and the things they were getting up to. Wandering hands, loudness, teasing that made her eyes pop, and so much kissing. She was rather relieved when Nerrah spoke up, sending many of the make out sessions fleeing, either to a new location or apart entirely. Still innocently and entirely uninterested in sex and all it entailed, Madiquel was rather mystified by the apparent desire of all the drunken candidates to shove hands up tops and down pants and try to swallow one another’s tongues.
Seeing R’dare made his way over to a group and settle himself on the ground, Madiquel’s interest was piqued and she glanced at Ayontay before moving cautiously through the mingling drunkards to where a game was apparently being played. She was completely oblivious to why clothing was coming off, assuming – since it was mostly outerwear and socks – that the people playing were simply drunk and too hot. When Nerrah inserted herself and grabbed Madiquel by the arm, the girl turned huge, horrified eyes on the Candidate at her mischievous words.
“I- what?!” She squeaked, eyes popping, mouth open and face going white as the snow on the mountain tops. “No!” she squeaked again, tugging against Nerrah’s grip on her arm and trying to get away. “No! I don’t! No!” On her shoulder, Clover hissed threateningly and squawked to back up Madiquel’s refusal. “R’dare!” She begged, turning eyes upon her friend and begging for help. He wouldn’t leave her in this mess, would he? Oh Faranth, what if he did? Her bottom lip trembled at the threat of tears.
