23.Dec.18, 08:37 AM
Madiquel looked up, her eyebrows furrowed together, when A’tay gripped her shoulders lightly and peered at her intently. She blinked at him. A shy smile fought for – and won – control of her lips at his words of praise, and Madiquel dropped her head bashfully; she was somewhat used to getting compliments – Rhaedalyn was very free with them, and her Papa made sure she knew how much he loved her, even if he didn’t outright say the words to her. Even R’nya had offered her words of praise and encouragement. But when they came from A’tay, they settled about as comfortably as a flock of butterflies in her chest.
“Thank you,” Madiquel murmured softly, pressing forward to wrap her arms instead around A’tay’s waist and cling to him tightly for a moment. She didn’t linger long, though, as she pulled back and took A’tay’s hand that had been attacked by the little dragonet and she turned it over to look at the scaring. She still didn’t know enough about Healing to have any say, but she none the less traced the line softly with one finger, before sighing softly. “I don’t know how you did it,” she said, glancing up at Xyxyth. “I don’t know how any of you do.” She shook her head, and gently released her friend’s hand.
“Even before Papa lost Denath, I never wanted to Impress,” she knew most of her friends were aware of her lack of desire for a dragon, but she also knew she’d never actually explained to any of them the why of it. Reaching out, Madiquel gently touched Xyxyth’s nose, and smiled softly at the dragon. “The idea… Nothing frightens me more, Ay-Tay.” She caught herself before she mangled her friend’s name too badly, and threw him an exasperated look, smiling wryly and half hoping her stuttering his name would distract him from her confession.
“Thank you,” Madiquel murmured softly, pressing forward to wrap her arms instead around A’tay’s waist and cling to him tightly for a moment. She didn’t linger long, though, as she pulled back and took A’tay’s hand that had been attacked by the little dragonet and she turned it over to look at the scaring. She still didn’t know enough about Healing to have any say, but she none the less traced the line softly with one finger, before sighing softly. “I don’t know how you did it,” she said, glancing up at Xyxyth. “I don’t know how any of you do.” She shook her head, and gently released her friend’s hand.
“Even before Papa lost Denath, I never wanted to Impress,” she knew most of her friends were aware of her lack of desire for a dragon, but she also knew she’d never actually explained to any of them the why of it. Reaching out, Madiquel gently touched Xyxyth’s nose, and smiled softly at the dragon. “The idea… Nothing frightens me more, Ay-Tay.” She caught herself before she mangled her friend’s name too badly, and threw him an exasperated look, smiling wryly and half hoping her stuttering his name would distract him from her confession.