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08.Jan.19, 06:21 AM
Madiquel never assumed her friends wanted to come into her home. A’tay – or Ayontay, as he was then – was the only one who willingly entered, and sometimes Madiquel was quite sure he was the only one of her fellow weyrbrats that her father tolerated. Though, honestly, Madiquel wasn’t sure if that was because her Papa liked A’tay, or because A’tay refused to be run off. Either way, Madiquel knew her other friends (and her Papa) preferred it when they weren’t all cramped into the little dragon-free weyr she lived in.
“I would like that,” Madiquel said honestly, tilting her head so she could smile up at T’ryn brightly. He wasn’t as tall as his father (yet? Madiquel wasn’t sure!) but he still had half a foot on her, and that alone made him seem so much taller than he probably was. “Sometimes I feel like I never get to see you all very much,” she patted T’ryn’s hand playfully. “All you oh-so-busy dragonriders!” Madiquel stuck her tongue out playfully, before laughing brightly at T’ryn’s love of temporary cold weather.
Coming to a sudden halt at T’ryn’s question, Madiquel dragged him around when he didn’t stop immediately with her. “Are you kidding?” She asked, eyes wide as she peered up at him, bouncing slightly on the spot and making her skirts rustle. “Rhaedalyn would love it!” Madiquel didn’t say anything, but she had seen enough of Rhaedalyn, and her occasionally wistful sighs to know that the woman wasn’t used to the way being Weyrwoman had people dancing around her or afraid to visit her. Madiquel felt bad about it, but the sudden realisation that she could drag her friends off to have lunch with Rhaedalyn and her children had Madiquel beaming.
“She’d love visitors. She doesn’t get them nearly enough,” Madiquel said seriously, frowning slightly with her lips pursed. “And she’ll pretend to be grumpy with you if you get gifts for her or the children, but you really should – especially if they’re for Rhae, because everyone gets stuff for the kids and I haven’t seen her get a lot of anything, honestly.” Madiquel realised she was babbling the same time she came to a natural completion of her sentence, and she lifted her pointed finger of her hand not clinging to T’ryn to tap her lip – very much in a gesture she’d picked up from Rhaedalyn.
“Do you want to visit her now?” Madiquel asked, eyebrows lifting up and an excited expression on her face, “or maybe Syrendryth could take us into the Hold and we could find gifts? I have some marks, but I don’t know if any of the shops will be open…” Madiquel pouted, realising suddenly that it was kind of late – well after dinner time, and the winter had made it dark early, too… Timezones mean that Ista’s stores would still be open, but Madiquel wasn’t sure how her Papa would feel if she went between on T’ryn’s dragon, especially without telling him where she was going or when she was coming back. Madiquel chewed on her bottom lip, still pouting slightly.
“I would like that,” Madiquel said honestly, tilting her head so she could smile up at T’ryn brightly. He wasn’t as tall as his father (yet? Madiquel wasn’t sure!) but he still had half a foot on her, and that alone made him seem so much taller than he probably was. “Sometimes I feel like I never get to see you all very much,” she patted T’ryn’s hand playfully. “All you oh-so-busy dragonriders!” Madiquel stuck her tongue out playfully, before laughing brightly at T’ryn’s love of temporary cold weather.
Coming to a sudden halt at T’ryn’s question, Madiquel dragged him around when he didn’t stop immediately with her. “Are you kidding?” She asked, eyes wide as she peered up at him, bouncing slightly on the spot and making her skirts rustle. “Rhaedalyn would love it!” Madiquel didn’t say anything, but she had seen enough of Rhaedalyn, and her occasionally wistful sighs to know that the woman wasn’t used to the way being Weyrwoman had people dancing around her or afraid to visit her. Madiquel felt bad about it, but the sudden realisation that she could drag her friends off to have lunch with Rhaedalyn and her children had Madiquel beaming.
“She’d love visitors. She doesn’t get them nearly enough,” Madiquel said seriously, frowning slightly with her lips pursed. “And she’ll pretend to be grumpy with you if you get gifts for her or the children, but you really should – especially if they’re for Rhae, because everyone gets stuff for the kids and I haven’t seen her get a lot of anything, honestly.” Madiquel realised she was babbling the same time she came to a natural completion of her sentence, and she lifted her pointed finger of her hand not clinging to T’ryn to tap her lip – very much in a gesture she’d picked up from Rhaedalyn.
“Do you want to visit her now?” Madiquel asked, eyebrows lifting up and an excited expression on her face, “or maybe Syrendryth could take us into the Hold and we could find gifts? I have some marks, but I don’t know if any of the shops will be open…” Madiquel pouted, realising suddenly that it was kind of late – well after dinner time, and the winter had made it dark early, too… Timezones mean that Ista’s stores would still be open, but Madiquel wasn’t sure how her Papa would feel if she went between on T’ryn’s dragon, especially without telling him where she was going or when she was coming back. Madiquel chewed on her bottom lip, still pouting slightly.
