Hello loves! While I haven't been writing, I have been working on updating some issues that have been hanging around on the layout! The Character change box is now at the bottom of the page, beside the up/down arrows! Green and Gold dragon flight dates have been shifted to the bottom of the page, where the (useless!) discord widget was located. Where the dragon flights were in the header, is now replaced by a Monthly Event box! This will be updated at the start of each month, with a fun mini-event you can take part in, if you want to! Thistle!
07.Jan.19, 02:32 AM
Madiquel knew it was silly to be nervous – everyone had made it quite clear that they had all the faith on Pern in her – but that really only added to it all. What if she let them down? What if she failed to be whatever it was the Healer was looking for when he met her? She knew she had a weak stomach, and was hoping that it was something she would be able to overcome with the education she’d receive within the Hall; blood and guts and gore just weren’t her thing but she also knew she could look past all of that when it came to it. Hadn’t she already proven that in the past? She wasn’t prone to fainting, either, it just… well, it just made her queasy to think about!
When R’nya had come to collect her, Madiquel had given her Papa a fierce hug, and a nervous smile to Quinvalis who had spent the morning with her helping her not fall apart. His company was a huge relief, and she wasn’t too excited about leaving him behind in the Weyr while she did this interview meeting thing. Nonetheless, she took a deep breath and smoothed down her skirts as she followed R’nya to Xyreith and graciously accepted the Weyrleader’s assistance in mounting his dragon. In all honesty, it didn’t even occur to Madiquel to consider how it might look to the Healer Hall, when the Wyerleader himself dropped her off and waited for her to be done. Rather, she was just immensely relieved it was someone that she trusted taking her (and someone her Papa trusted her with, considering).
When Xyreith found a landing spot, and both R’nya and Madiquel had settled on the ground, the girl turned and took a deep breath, smiling thankfully at R’nya when he gave her a one-armed hug of encouragement just before a Journeyman came forward and introduced himself. Glancing one last time at R’nya, Madiquel straightened her spine and quickly strode after the man, doing her best to keep up without running while also trying to look around and take in everything that was the Hall – she’d never been to a Hall before, and it was fascinating! Her curiosity helped to calm her nerves, and by the time they reached the Master Healer’s office, Madiquel was feeling more like herself, eyes wide and bright with curiosity and a small but genuine smile of excitement on her lips.
“Thank you,” Madiquel said quietly to the Journeyman just before he left, before turning her attention to the man on the other side of the room. She took in his appearance curiously, and nodded when he assumed her name correctly. “Yes, sir,” she affirmed, feeling that it would be politer to do so than to just nod like a dumb-dumb. She glanced around the office again as she made her way quietly but without dawdling to the seat he’d indicated. Seating herself, Madiquel turned her wide eyed and anticipating attention onto the man, smoothing her skirts down with a couple of nervous movements of her hands before folding them together in her lap and sitting still.
“Thank you for seeing me,” she said quietly, her eyebrows drawn together just slightly above her eyes, crinkling above her nose as she offered a swift and bright smile before her expression smoothed patiently, and she waited to see what the Master Healer would want of her. How was she going to prove to him that she would be a good student in his Hall? That she was worthy of teaching and that she’d do the right thing with the lessons that were taught to her?
When R’nya had come to collect her, Madiquel had given her Papa a fierce hug, and a nervous smile to Quinvalis who had spent the morning with her helping her not fall apart. His company was a huge relief, and she wasn’t too excited about leaving him behind in the Weyr while she did this interview meeting thing. Nonetheless, she took a deep breath and smoothed down her skirts as she followed R’nya to Xyreith and graciously accepted the Weyrleader’s assistance in mounting his dragon. In all honesty, it didn’t even occur to Madiquel to consider how it might look to the Healer Hall, when the Wyerleader himself dropped her off and waited for her to be done. Rather, she was just immensely relieved it was someone that she trusted taking her (and someone her Papa trusted her with, considering).
When Xyreith found a landing spot, and both R’nya and Madiquel had settled on the ground, the girl turned and took a deep breath, smiling thankfully at R’nya when he gave her a one-armed hug of encouragement just before a Journeyman came forward and introduced himself. Glancing one last time at R’nya, Madiquel straightened her spine and quickly strode after the man, doing her best to keep up without running while also trying to look around and take in everything that was the Hall – she’d never been to a Hall before, and it was fascinating! Her curiosity helped to calm her nerves, and by the time they reached the Master Healer’s office, Madiquel was feeling more like herself, eyes wide and bright with curiosity and a small but genuine smile of excitement on her lips.
“Thank you,” Madiquel said quietly to the Journeyman just before he left, before turning her attention to the man on the other side of the room. She took in his appearance curiously, and nodded when he assumed her name correctly. “Yes, sir,” she affirmed, feeling that it would be politer to do so than to just nod like a dumb-dumb. She glanced around the office again as she made her way quietly but without dawdling to the seat he’d indicated. Seating herself, Madiquel turned her wide eyed and anticipating attention onto the man, smoothing her skirts down with a couple of nervous movements of her hands before folding them together in her lap and sitting still.
“Thank you for seeing me,” she said quietly, her eyebrows drawn together just slightly above her eyes, crinkling above her nose as she offered a swift and bright smile before her expression smoothed patiently, and she waited to see what the Master Healer would want of her. How was she going to prove to him that she would be a good student in his Hall? That she was worthy of teaching and that she’d do the right thing with the lessons that were taught to her?
