17.May.19, 11:02 AM
Madiquel grinned, nodding in understanding. “About the same,” she said, turning her gaze to look out across the grounds at the other students, as well as their teachers and assorted other folks that lived within the Hall. Madiquel found it all quite intimidating, and had a new understanding for how those that were Searched felt, when they were thrown into their candidate lessons in an attempt to prepare them for life as a dragonrider. It was amazing, she’d decided, how much of her life she’d taken for granted – despite how often the rug was pulled out from under her feet!
“Oh!” Madiquel turned back to look at Vaera when she posed her question, and chewed idly on her bottom lip for a moment as she considered. “I love it!” she said, a big grin claiming her face. “Its so different from the Weyr! Much quieter!” As a rule, Madiquel had noticed that most of the healers were softer spoken, only getting loud when important orders were being issued. She had a feeling it was so they could hear when important orders were being issued, but she hadn’t actually asked about it yet, so she wasn’t sure. At any rate, there wasn’t some two-hundred or more dragons all chattering and their riders shouting greetings to each other, herdbeasts bellowing as they were hunted. Madiquel sighed. “But I miss home.”
Hoping not to draw additional attention to herself, Madiquel had only travelled home once in the time she’d been gone. She’d met her Papa halfway between Weyr and Hall a few times, since neither of them had dragons and by doing so Madiquel knew her father was getting some sunshine, some exercise, and she always took a picnic lunch for them to eat, so she knew he was eating, too. “I’m hoping to go to Ista at the end of month eight, though,” Madiquel said, smiling brightly once more, though a slight furrow kept to her eyebrows. “My best friend is graduating Weyrlinghood then, and I really don’t want to miss it!” She’d seen more Hatchings, Impressions and Graduations than she had turns to her age, but this one was probably the most important and she would not miss it!
“Oh!” Madiquel turned back to look at Vaera when she posed her question, and chewed idly on her bottom lip for a moment as she considered. “I love it!” she said, a big grin claiming her face. “Its so different from the Weyr! Much quieter!” As a rule, Madiquel had noticed that most of the healers were softer spoken, only getting loud when important orders were being issued. She had a feeling it was so they could hear when important orders were being issued, but she hadn’t actually asked about it yet, so she wasn’t sure. At any rate, there wasn’t some two-hundred or more dragons all chattering and their riders shouting greetings to each other, herdbeasts bellowing as they were hunted. Madiquel sighed. “But I miss home.”
Hoping not to draw additional attention to herself, Madiquel had only travelled home once in the time she’d been gone. She’d met her Papa halfway between Weyr and Hall a few times, since neither of them had dragons and by doing so Madiquel knew her father was getting some sunshine, some exercise, and she always took a picnic lunch for them to eat, so she knew he was eating, too. “I’m hoping to go to Ista at the end of month eight, though,” Madiquel said, smiling brightly once more, though a slight furrow kept to her eyebrows. “My best friend is graduating Weyrlinghood then, and I really don’t want to miss it!” She’d seen more Hatchings, Impressions and Graduations than she had turns to her age, but this one was probably the most important and she would not miss it!