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20.Sep.18, 11:41 AM
Madiquel frowned sadly, poking at her food as she chewed instead on the words Rhaedalyn said. It saddened her deeply that the lives of animals were being lost, and made the whole situation that little bit more real. Not that it wasn’t already, but the fact that people were being put in a situation where they had to sacrifice the life of their livestock or pets, in order to save themselves and their families, was horrifying to the youngster. Putting her plate down, Madiquel wrapped her arms instead around Clover. The little firelizard hummed reassuringly, nuzzling at Madiquel’s chin.
“Sweetheart, be careful. You’ll spill your drink.” Madiquel dropped Clover in her lap to reach across and save Alyren from spilling her drink on her sister as the child tried to get more food. Once the little girl was once more seated, and no one was at risk of wearing her watered-down wine, Madiquel gave it back and turned her attention to Rhaedalyn again, sipping her own drink to buy her another moment longer as she composed her thoughts. “That sounds like a good idea,” Madiquel said thoughtfully, smiling softly up at Rhaedalyn. She could only imagine how inspiring it would be to see the Weyrwoman of another Weyr coming to make sure everyone was doing okay.
The invitation to join Rhaedalyn had Madiquel’s eyes widening dramatically and she stared at the woman, blinking rapidly as she tried to process the words, and the wicked expression on the goldrider’s face. How could someone so poised and beautiful and perfect get away with looking so naughty? Madiquel smiled tentatively, though she was clearly worried. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go, but that she didn’t think she should. Her Papa wouldn’t approve – if only because he hated her going between – but also because there would be such pain and suffering in Ista, and the horrors of the aftermath of the fires, and he would never insult Rhaedalyn by saying she wouldn’t keep Madiquel safe on her dragon, but he barely trusted anyone and their dragon… would he trust the Weyrwoman?
Madiquel bit her lip, and looked down. “Wouldn’t I be more use looking after the girls while you’re gone?” The way her eyebrows furrowed and she bit her bottom lip, Madiquel wasn’t even aware of her begging Rhaedalyn to say ‘no’, that she wanted her to go and someone else would watch the girls. She couldn’t deny Rhaedalyn, if she wanted her to go – really wanted her to – but she couldn’t imagine telling her Papa that she was going, when she knew he’d not approve and… but it would be good for her, right? And she’d get to see Ayont- A’tay and his beautiful bronze… Chewing her bottom lip, Madiquel dropped her gaze to stare down into the top of her cup.
“Sweetheart, be careful. You’ll spill your drink.” Madiquel dropped Clover in her lap to reach across and save Alyren from spilling her drink on her sister as the child tried to get more food. Once the little girl was once more seated, and no one was at risk of wearing her watered-down wine, Madiquel gave it back and turned her attention to Rhaedalyn again, sipping her own drink to buy her another moment longer as she composed her thoughts. “That sounds like a good idea,” Madiquel said thoughtfully, smiling softly up at Rhaedalyn. She could only imagine how inspiring it would be to see the Weyrwoman of another Weyr coming to make sure everyone was doing okay.
The invitation to join Rhaedalyn had Madiquel’s eyes widening dramatically and she stared at the woman, blinking rapidly as she tried to process the words, and the wicked expression on the goldrider’s face. How could someone so poised and beautiful and perfect get away with looking so naughty? Madiquel smiled tentatively, though she was clearly worried. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go, but that she didn’t think she should. Her Papa wouldn’t approve – if only because he hated her going between – but also because there would be such pain and suffering in Ista, and the horrors of the aftermath of the fires, and he would never insult Rhaedalyn by saying she wouldn’t keep Madiquel safe on her dragon, but he barely trusted anyone and their dragon… would he trust the Weyrwoman?
Madiquel bit her lip, and looked down. “Wouldn’t I be more use looking after the girls while you’re gone?” The way her eyebrows furrowed and she bit her bottom lip, Madiquel wasn’t even aware of her begging Rhaedalyn to say ‘no’, that she wanted her to go and someone else would watch the girls. She couldn’t deny Rhaedalyn, if she wanted her to go – really wanted her to – but she couldn’t imagine telling her Papa that she was going, when she knew he’d not approve and… but it would be good for her, right? And she’d get to see Ayont- A’tay and his beautiful bronze… Chewing her bottom lip, Madiquel dropped her gaze to stare down into the top of her cup.
