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31.May.19, 01:01 PM
“Um,” Madiquel said, considering what she knew of the system in the hall, compared to what she knew of the dragonrider education. “I don’t really think so,” she continued, frowning. “I guess Candidacy is a bit like Walking. If you’re not good enough you don’t make it onto the Sands, and I guess the dragons are kind of like the Masters,” she giggled, picturing the dragonets all conferring seriously about who they would be picking. That would be much more civil than their more real method of wreaking havoc.
Petting Clover softly, Madiquel thought carefully. “Weyrlinghood is much more structured, I think.” She said, looking back at Vaera. “They Impress on Hatching Day, and they Graduate fifteen months later, to the day. I guess if they’re not ready, they could be held back, but I haven’t seen anyone held back before.” She paused. “Walking the tables is more… personal?” She asked, brows furrowed. That was the impression she’d been given, anyway. There was no set time frame, no structured process to have things learned by or at which date a new type of lesson would start. “There is some variation, depending on the dragon’s colour,” she continued, smiling suddenly. “Like the bigger colours – bronzes and browns – they get to start carrying a rider a few months earlier than the smaller colours – green and blues.”
Madiquel bit her bottom lip, to try and control the huge grin that was threatening to appear on her face. She shifted, pulling her knees under herself and spilling a startled Clover onto the ground. The little green scolded Madiquel but the girl ignored her. Sulking, Clover vanished between to tattle on her to A’tay. Leaning forward excitedly, Madiquel gushed, “I got to ride Xyxyth around on the ground!” It had been with A’tay sitting behind her, holding her tight and making sure she wouldn’t tumble off, and it had been on the ground – not in the air – but it had been exhilarating and Madiquel couldn’t wait to see the pair again and she wanted to go flying with her best friend in the worst way!
Petting Clover softly, Madiquel thought carefully. “Weyrlinghood is much more structured, I think.” She said, looking back at Vaera. “They Impress on Hatching Day, and they Graduate fifteen months later, to the day. I guess if they’re not ready, they could be held back, but I haven’t seen anyone held back before.” She paused. “Walking the tables is more… personal?” She asked, brows furrowed. That was the impression she’d been given, anyway. There was no set time frame, no structured process to have things learned by or at which date a new type of lesson would start. “There is some variation, depending on the dragon’s colour,” she continued, smiling suddenly. “Like the bigger colours – bronzes and browns – they get to start carrying a rider a few months earlier than the smaller colours – green and blues.”
Madiquel bit her bottom lip, to try and control the huge grin that was threatening to appear on her face. She shifted, pulling her knees under herself and spilling a startled Clover onto the ground. The little green scolded Madiquel but the girl ignored her. Sulking, Clover vanished between to tattle on her to A’tay. Leaning forward excitedly, Madiquel gushed, “I got to ride Xyxyth around on the ground!” It had been with A’tay sitting behind her, holding her tight and making sure she wouldn’t tumble off, and it had been on the ground – not in the air – but it had been exhilarating and Madiquel couldn’t wait to see the pair again and she wanted to go flying with her best friend in the worst way!
