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22.Jun.18, 12:06 AM
When her Papa mentioned the healers, Madiquel sat up slightly in his lap, her eyes widening as her decision earlier that day came back to her. She’d put it to the wayside, so upset with the whole event and then leaving Ayontay when she came home with R’nya, but when her father mentioned how they had more Healers now than Katila ever did, Madiquel peered up at him. He was lost in thought, but she could tell by the relaxed expression on his face that they were good ones.
“Papa?” She asked gently, rousing him from wherever he’d wandered off to in his mind. “I don’t want to be a dragonrider,” she said firmly, her expression serious. “I never did.” She added, wanting to make sure he didn’t think it was her nightmare or Denath that were the cause of her saying such a thing. Madiquel had never come right out and said how she didn’t’ want to be a dragonrider; she’d avoided answering her friend’s prompting and she had never joined a Candidate class, but that wasn’t really a definitive ‘no’. Speaking the words out loud, now, though took a weight off her shoulders and Madiquel smiled slightly.
Her serious expression took over her face once more a moment later. “But I don’t want to be useless,” she said, her eyebrows drawn together. She didn’t want to be just another Weyrfolk-er. She didn’t want to be stuck in the kitchens making dinner or warming some nameless dragonrider’s bed! Madiquel wanted to be useful and she wanted to do something good for the Weyr, not just… well, feeding the Weyr was good, but it wasn’t the type of goal she had her gaze set on since Ayontay’s Impression.
“Papa?” She asked again, peering up at him intently. “Can girls be Healers?” She was fourteen, and if the Healer Hall was like the Weyr, then twelve would be the entrance age, right? But she was a girl and Madiquel hadn’t seen a single female Healer! She countered that it could be like female dragonriders: just really rare! But she didn’t know anything about the Halls and Northern Pern to really be sure. Papa would know, though!
“Papa?” She asked gently, rousing him from wherever he’d wandered off to in his mind. “I don’t want to be a dragonrider,” she said firmly, her expression serious. “I never did.” She added, wanting to make sure he didn’t think it was her nightmare or Denath that were the cause of her saying such a thing. Madiquel had never come right out and said how she didn’t’ want to be a dragonrider; she’d avoided answering her friend’s prompting and she had never joined a Candidate class, but that wasn’t really a definitive ‘no’. Speaking the words out loud, now, though took a weight off her shoulders and Madiquel smiled slightly.
Her serious expression took over her face once more a moment later. “But I don’t want to be useless,” she said, her eyebrows drawn together. She didn’t want to be just another Weyrfolk-er. She didn’t want to be stuck in the kitchens making dinner or warming some nameless dragonrider’s bed! Madiquel wanted to be useful and she wanted to do something good for the Weyr, not just… well, feeding the Weyr was good, but it wasn’t the type of goal she had her gaze set on since Ayontay’s Impression.
“Papa?” She asked again, peering up at him intently. “Can girls be Healers?” She was fourteen, and if the Healer Hall was like the Weyr, then twelve would be the entrance age, right? But she was a girl and Madiquel hadn’t seen a single female Healer! She countered that it could be like female dragonriders: just really rare! But she didn’t know anything about the Halls and Northern Pern to really be sure. Papa would know, though!
