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31.May.20, 07:16 AM
Madiquel had had an amazing day, spent shopping and laughing and eating with friends. She hadn’t realised how deeply she’d missed them all (and she hadn’t even seen everyone yet!) during her Weyrlinghood. She was glad that soon to would be over, and she’d be able to return to something more akin to the life she had led before Zezeth’s Hatching and Impression. She loved her dragon, but she missed her social life, her friends, and her education. Madiquel was looking forward to the return of all of them, and the freedom that would come with being bonded to a graduated dragon.
Now, though, as the sun was slowly setting, Madiquel was standing on the edge of the dancing floor, a small glass of watered wine in hand, watching the couples as they swirled around to the music. She was building herself up to finding D’hys and requesting a dance with the bluerider. She could imagine it all so clearly! The girl’s eyes went slightly glassy as she lost herself in the imagined scenario…
Madiquel was watching the dancers, when she spotted D’hys. He was leaning against a table, wine in hand, watching the dancers without a care in the world. Madiquel was instantly transfixed by the way the setting sun was lighting his hair up, and casting his face into mysterious shadows. She bit her bottom lip, watching him watch the crowd for several long moments before she found herself edging around the floor and making her way towards him. Her stomach was aflutter, and her heart was pounding, but her head felt calm and Madiquel walked with confidence as she slipped between other people.
She felt grown up and beautiful as she walked towards him, putting a little sway into her hips and a small smile on her lips. Her eyes lit up when she realised he was now looking at her, actually looking at her, and a soft blush lit across her cheeks and she dropped her gaze for a moment, collecting herself. Lifting her chin, she met D’hys’ gorgeous blue eyes with a confident smile and dropped into a polite curtsy, wishing she had such confidence in her reality. “May I have this dance?” she asked…
Her fantasy paused for a moment as she ran through several scenarios of adding titles to the statement, a frown furrowing her eyebrows before smoothing out. She decided to leave it as that, and took a small sip of her drink before losing herself once more.
His hand was large, and warm, and his gentle touch filled her with tingling warmth as he lead her onto the dance floor; he hadn’t said anything, just took her hand, and Madiquel had followed him faithfully. She watched the way he moved in his gather finery, the way the sun, getting lower, was still glinting in his hair, and the way his eyes seemed to go from the pale icy shade to a deep blue depending on what angle the light was hitting them. She very nearly swooned as he stopped suddenly, pulling her to him and wrapping an arm around her waist in a smooth movement. She pressed her free hand gently to his chest, peering up at him with wide, enamoured eyes.
Then they were dancing, and Madiquel felt like one of the princesses in Rhaedalyn’s stories. The goldrider had told her D’hys was a fine dancer, so Madiquel took that and ran with it. She made D’hys master of the dance floor, the figments of her imagination swirling her around the dancefloor with glorious abandon, no one else existed. She felt safe and secure and confident and beautiful. When the music in the real world came to a close, so did the dancing in her mind, and Madiquel took an absent sip of her wine, noticing the sun was very nearly out of sight now, the sky was ablaze with colours. She smiled softly to herself.
Madiquel felt like she was the only other person on all of Pern as she glanced up, the dancing stopped, the world slowing around them. She smiled softly, then blushed and looked away when D’hys continued to stare down at her. She felt her heart pounding in her throat and her ears when he used his finger to tilt her chin up, her eyes widening and then fluttering shut when he was so close she could taste his breath—
Madiquel gasped as someone bumped into her, effectively ruining her little fantasy and causing her to spill her wine – thankfully not onto her dress! – and drop the glass; it shattered at her feet and Madiquel’s bottom lip trembled as she stared down at the mess, unsure what to do. She didn’t want to pick up the pieces without gloves, knowing the likelihood of cutting herself was very high, but she couldn’t just leave the mess there. Sighing, and pouting sadly, Madiquel tried to catch the eye of a server.
Now, though, as the sun was slowly setting, Madiquel was standing on the edge of the dancing floor, a small glass of watered wine in hand, watching the couples as they swirled around to the music. She was building herself up to finding D’hys and requesting a dance with the bluerider. She could imagine it all so clearly! The girl’s eyes went slightly glassy as she lost herself in the imagined scenario…
Madiquel was watching the dancers, when she spotted D’hys. He was leaning against a table, wine in hand, watching the dancers without a care in the world. Madiquel was instantly transfixed by the way the setting sun was lighting his hair up, and casting his face into mysterious shadows. She bit her bottom lip, watching him watch the crowd for several long moments before she found herself edging around the floor and making her way towards him. Her stomach was aflutter, and her heart was pounding, but her head felt calm and Madiquel walked with confidence as she slipped between other people.
She felt grown up and beautiful as she walked towards him, putting a little sway into her hips and a small smile on her lips. Her eyes lit up when she realised he was now looking at her, actually looking at her, and a soft blush lit across her cheeks and she dropped her gaze for a moment, collecting herself. Lifting her chin, she met D’hys’ gorgeous blue eyes with a confident smile and dropped into a polite curtsy, wishing she had such confidence in her reality. “May I have this dance?” she asked…
Her fantasy paused for a moment as she ran through several scenarios of adding titles to the statement, a frown furrowing her eyebrows before smoothing out. She decided to leave it as that, and took a small sip of her drink before losing herself once more.
His hand was large, and warm, and his gentle touch filled her with tingling warmth as he lead her onto the dance floor; he hadn’t said anything, just took her hand, and Madiquel had followed him faithfully. She watched the way he moved in his gather finery, the way the sun, getting lower, was still glinting in his hair, and the way his eyes seemed to go from the pale icy shade to a deep blue depending on what angle the light was hitting them. She very nearly swooned as he stopped suddenly, pulling her to him and wrapping an arm around her waist in a smooth movement. She pressed her free hand gently to his chest, peering up at him with wide, enamoured eyes.
Then they were dancing, and Madiquel felt like one of the princesses in Rhaedalyn’s stories. The goldrider had told her D’hys was a fine dancer, so Madiquel took that and ran with it. She made D’hys master of the dance floor, the figments of her imagination swirling her around the dancefloor with glorious abandon, no one else existed. She felt safe and secure and confident and beautiful. When the music in the real world came to a close, so did the dancing in her mind, and Madiquel took an absent sip of her wine, noticing the sun was very nearly out of sight now, the sky was ablaze with colours. She smiled softly to herself.
Madiquel felt like she was the only other person on all of Pern as she glanced up, the dancing stopped, the world slowing around them. She smiled softly, then blushed and looked away when D’hys continued to stare down at her. She felt her heart pounding in her throat and her ears when he used his finger to tilt her chin up, her eyes widening and then fluttering shut when he was so close she could taste his breath—
Madiquel gasped as someone bumped into her, effectively ruining her little fantasy and causing her to spill her wine – thankfully not onto her dress! – and drop the glass; it shattered at her feet and Madiquel’s bottom lip trembled as she stared down at the mess, unsure what to do. She didn’t want to pick up the pieces without gloves, knowing the likelihood of cutting herself was very high, but she couldn’t just leave the mess there. Sighing, and pouting sadly, Madiquel tried to catch the eye of a server.
