31.Jan.19, 10:09 AM
“I guess so,” Madiquel agreed reluctantly, pouting. Once T’ryn had spoken, she agreed that his points were quite valid, but it took the wind rather thoroughly out of her sails and Madiquel sighed softly. Her good mood wasn’t to be blown away for long, however! The offer to spirit her away at a later date was met with a brilliant smile and Madiquel squeezed T’ryn’s hand that she was holding, bumping her shoulder lightly against his arm. “Sounds fun!” she grinned, quite placated by the suggestion. Madiquel giggled at Syrendryth being fat, but would never have taken it to heart, even if she’d walked up to the dragon himself and seen nothing but blubber with stumps for legs. “I’m sure he carries it like a perfect gentleman,” she teased back, her mind alive with imagining a dragon proudly strutting along while his butt wibble-wobbled.
“I would like that,” Madiquel said gently, smiling softly at T’ryn when be brought up N’mor and his new mate. She didn’t comment on the tone, or the way he winced at the end of his statement; oblivious as she was to the crushes her own male friends had on her, Madiquel felt she was in the loop with the way T’ryn seemed so depressed about N’mor being in a relationship. Of course, her idea of being ‘in the loop’ was that clearly T’ryn was sad he didn’t get to spend as much time with his best friend now – not the fact that he was pining after him and working very hard not to.
Making their way to the dragon, Madiquel greeted the great bronze politely, and then waited patiently to see where T’ryn felt they should sit; if they would hunker down against Syrendryth’s side, or away from the dragon a few feet at the bench that had been set up under a large evergreen tree. When he led her to the bench after they’d greeted his dragon, Madiquel sat down close beside her friend, leeching his warmth; it was cooler outside than she’d thought it would be, especially once they stopped moving!
“What surprises do you think the new turn will hold?” She asked idly, staring out over the weyrbowl. They had only just started the last month of the current turn, but Madiquel always been rather prone to trying to imagine what would happen the following turn, especially since her father… well, she needed the goals and the enthusiasm for what could be, to help him – and herself – cope with what was.
“I would like that,” Madiquel said gently, smiling softly at T’ryn when be brought up N’mor and his new mate. She didn’t comment on the tone, or the way he winced at the end of his statement; oblivious as she was to the crushes her own male friends had on her, Madiquel felt she was in the loop with the way T’ryn seemed so depressed about N’mor being in a relationship. Of course, her idea of being ‘in the loop’ was that clearly T’ryn was sad he didn’t get to spend as much time with his best friend now – not the fact that he was pining after him and working very hard not to.
Making their way to the dragon, Madiquel greeted the great bronze politely, and then waited patiently to see where T’ryn felt they should sit; if they would hunker down against Syrendryth’s side, or away from the dragon a few feet at the bench that had been set up under a large evergreen tree. When he led her to the bench after they’d greeted his dragon, Madiquel sat down close beside her friend, leeching his warmth; it was cooler outside than she’d thought it would be, especially once they stopped moving!
“What surprises do you think the new turn will hold?” She asked idly, staring out over the weyrbowl. They had only just started the last month of the current turn, but Madiquel always been rather prone to trying to imagine what would happen the following turn, especially since her father… well, she needed the goals and the enthusiasm for what could be, to help him – and herself – cope with what was.