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07.Sep.18, 09:48 PM
Madiquel wasn’t sure when she’d ended up being adopted by the Weyrleaders; not that she didn’t appreciate it – she adored the little girls, and idolized Rhaedalyn. R’nya still intimidated her, but he was nice and she did like him, and she liked the way her Papa approved of her spending time with them, even though he knew she never wanted to be like Rhaedalyn – a gold rider! – she did know that she could learn a lot from the beautiful woman who seemed to always have everything in her control and know just what to say and do to make things turn out just right, from cooking to politics.
The disaster of the fires only proved to her more how amazing Rhaedalyn was, the way she took everything in stride and control of the Weyr while R’nya and the other dragonriders took to the skies to help fight the flames. Madiquel helped with running errands, but found herself primarily in charge of the two elder daughters of her Weyrleaders, keeping them occupied and telling them stories to keep them happy. They were old enough to know that something serious was happening, and to be concerned, but not really old enough that Madiquel felt they should know too much information – so she left that to Rhaedalyn when the goldrider had the change to talk to them.
Most of Madiquel’s day was spent sending Clover to Ista Weyr, peppering A’tay with questions and concern. He must have been busy, because most of her letters went unanswered, though Clover would pop back with images showing her that he had gotten the letter and put it in his pocket before giving the little firelizard some affection and sending her on her way. Occasionally, little Shadow would appear with an update, and Madiquel would just about snatch the note from the firelizard, noting on one occasion that while he reeked of smoke, he had no ash or dirt upon him.
When lunchtime rolled around – something Madiquel knew of because the girls were whining about being hungry, not because she was – Madiquel was surprised when Rhaedalyn started packing for a picnic, wondering where it was they would go. Maybe down beside the lake? She didn’t think they’d actually leave the Weyr, and was proven right when Rhaedalyn had her fetch the quilt and just pop it down in the sunshine near Aradissicath.
A worried frown formed on Madiquel’s face when Rhaedalyn said she was keeping something from her, and the young girl tilted her head, looking concerned. Madiquel knew she was still a child, and as much as she was growing up, she actually didn’t feel insulted when people still treated her like a kid; it honestly helped her feel safe and loved, and she knew it was only done for her protection. It never occurred to Madiquel to get upset or angry with the adults in her life who were looking out for her, any more than she would have at her friends taking care of her. She knew it was because they loved her, not because they thought she was incapable of handling things.
Madiquel accepted the cup of watered wine, curling her legs around herself and helping Alyren, holding her plate of food as the girl settled herself more comfortably so she could have both her drink and food without spilling either of them. When the child was settled, Madiquel set the plate on the girl’s lap, and turned her attention back to Rhaedalyn. “Thank you,” she said, after a long pause. She really didn’t know what else to say! The fires were terrible, and the knowledge that they’d be going for even longer – days from the sounds of it – was not reassuring. She wanted everyone back home, and she wanted to know that Ayontay was definitely not going to get hurt.
“Where are the fires?” She asked, fidgeting. “Is the Weyr safe?” They wouldn’t be able to evacuate the weyrlings; they were too big to be put on the backs of adult dragons and taken between but too small to do so on their own – at least from the last update she’d gotten from A’tay about his lessons. What would happen if the fire closed in on the Weyr? Madiquel bit her bottom lip, and clenched her hands tight around her cup as she waited for an answer.
The disaster of the fires only proved to her more how amazing Rhaedalyn was, the way she took everything in stride and control of the Weyr while R’nya and the other dragonriders took to the skies to help fight the flames. Madiquel helped with running errands, but found herself primarily in charge of the two elder daughters of her Weyrleaders, keeping them occupied and telling them stories to keep them happy. They were old enough to know that something serious was happening, and to be concerned, but not really old enough that Madiquel felt they should know too much information – so she left that to Rhaedalyn when the goldrider had the change to talk to them.
Most of Madiquel’s day was spent sending Clover to Ista Weyr, peppering A’tay with questions and concern. He must have been busy, because most of her letters went unanswered, though Clover would pop back with images showing her that he had gotten the letter and put it in his pocket before giving the little firelizard some affection and sending her on her way. Occasionally, little Shadow would appear with an update, and Madiquel would just about snatch the note from the firelizard, noting on one occasion that while he reeked of smoke, he had no ash or dirt upon him.
When lunchtime rolled around – something Madiquel knew of because the girls were whining about being hungry, not because she was – Madiquel was surprised when Rhaedalyn started packing for a picnic, wondering where it was they would go. Maybe down beside the lake? She didn’t think they’d actually leave the Weyr, and was proven right when Rhaedalyn had her fetch the quilt and just pop it down in the sunshine near Aradissicath.
A worried frown formed on Madiquel’s face when Rhaedalyn said she was keeping something from her, and the young girl tilted her head, looking concerned. Madiquel knew she was still a child, and as much as she was growing up, she actually didn’t feel insulted when people still treated her like a kid; it honestly helped her feel safe and loved, and she knew it was only done for her protection. It never occurred to Madiquel to get upset or angry with the adults in her life who were looking out for her, any more than she would have at her friends taking care of her. She knew it was because they loved her, not because they thought she was incapable of handling things.
Madiquel accepted the cup of watered wine, curling her legs around herself and helping Alyren, holding her plate of food as the girl settled herself more comfortably so she could have both her drink and food without spilling either of them. When the child was settled, Madiquel set the plate on the girl’s lap, and turned her attention back to Rhaedalyn. “Thank you,” she said, after a long pause. She really didn’t know what else to say! The fires were terrible, and the knowledge that they’d be going for even longer – days from the sounds of it – was not reassuring. She wanted everyone back home, and she wanted to know that Ayontay was definitely not going to get hurt.
“Where are the fires?” She asked, fidgeting. “Is the Weyr safe?” They wouldn’t be able to evacuate the weyrlings; they were too big to be put on the backs of adult dragons and taken between but too small to do so on their own – at least from the last update she’d gotten from A’tay about his lessons. What would happen if the fire closed in on the Weyr? Madiquel bit her bottom lip, and clenched her hands tight around her cup as she waited for an answer.
