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04.Jan.19, 07:04 AM
Madiquel smiled gently, and shook her head slightly at A’tay’s permission to retain the use of his old name. Green eyes were bright but determined. “It would be disrespectful,” she said, tilting her head, “to you and to Xyxyth. I’m sure he put a lot of thought into your name,” she glanced playfully at the dragon, but then leaned towards A’tay. “At least he didn’t tease you with a name like your fathers,” she grinned. “You could have been…” Her face scrunched up as she tried to think of a name his dragon could have tortured him with. “Y’ay?” She dissolved into giggles. “O’ay?” She offered, glancing at Xyxyth, and back at A’tay.
Reaching out to take A’tay’s hand, Madiquel lead him over to his dragon, pausing long enough to kiss the bronze weyrling’s soft nose, bathing in warm dragon breath before finishing the short journey to Xyxyth’s side. When the dragon was settled, Madiquel collapsed in a flair of skirts onto the ground. Once she was seated, she settled her skirts back around her neatly, hiding her legs, though her solid dressy boots peeped out. The ground was cool under her bottom, but at least it wasn’t wet or covered in snow!
A smile brightened Madiquel’s face when A’tay settled down beside her, and she was about to say something when Clover reappeared, and Madiquel gave a soft snort of amusement as her little green firelizard chittered and squealed before settling on Xyxyth’s head, chattering away to the bronze dragon; Madiquel was pretty sure whatever Clover was saying was complete baby babble.
“R’nya says my apprenticeship will start in the new Turn, but also that I have to have a meeting with the Master Healer,” her eyes widened significantly at that, and she glanced at A’tay with excited terror. “But I really want to come to your graduation ceremony,” she said, leaning towards A’tay to squeeze his forearm with gentle determination. “I can come, right?” she didn’t want to assume, and her eyebrows drew together to make a crinkle above the dip of her nose. She knew she had a lot of people she could beg a ride from, to get to Ista to be there for the ceremony, and she’d make sure it was okay with the Master Healer when she had her meeting with him, because she would not miss A’tay’s graduation … unless he didn’t want her there.
Reaching out to take A’tay’s hand, Madiquel lead him over to his dragon, pausing long enough to kiss the bronze weyrling’s soft nose, bathing in warm dragon breath before finishing the short journey to Xyxyth’s side. When the dragon was settled, Madiquel collapsed in a flair of skirts onto the ground. Once she was seated, she settled her skirts back around her neatly, hiding her legs, though her solid dressy boots peeped out. The ground was cool under her bottom, but at least it wasn’t wet or covered in snow!
A smile brightened Madiquel’s face when A’tay settled down beside her, and she was about to say something when Clover reappeared, and Madiquel gave a soft snort of amusement as her little green firelizard chittered and squealed before settling on Xyxyth’s head, chattering away to the bronze dragon; Madiquel was pretty sure whatever Clover was saying was complete baby babble.
“R’nya says my apprenticeship will start in the new Turn, but also that I have to have a meeting with the Master Healer,” her eyes widened significantly at that, and she glanced at A’tay with excited terror. “But I really want to come to your graduation ceremony,” she said, leaning towards A’tay to squeeze his forearm with gentle determination. “I can come, right?” she didn’t want to assume, and her eyebrows drew together to make a crinkle above the dip of her nose. She knew she had a lot of people she could beg a ride from, to get to Ista to be there for the ceremony, and she’d make sure it was okay with the Master Healer when she had her meeting with him, because she would not miss A’tay’s graduation … unless he didn’t want her there.
