15.Sep.17, 02:26 PM
Madiquel laughed gently, as entertained by hearing the nickname R’dare used on his dragon as by the dragon’s quip. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard him call the gorgeous blue ‘Daisy’, but it was something that nevertheless entertained her every time. The blue dragon looked nothing like the flower, unlike Clover who was at least as green as the floral she was named after. Madiquel looked down as R’dare scratched at the little beastie’s chin, and her gentle smile lingered as Clover hummed her approval.
Madiquel’s nose scrunched up in response to the mention of R’dal’s work ethic. “Yeah,” she drawled, thinking of her own father. She had the benefit of not being a dragonrider, and she was mostly left to her own devices, especially if there were no events going on or requirements for the weyrbrats to help out. At fourteen, Madiquel was in the awkward stage between being considered a child still, and being treated like a woman. Mostly, she took advantage of that and got away with playing games and lounging around lazily like the children, even though she was technically considered an adult and had been since twelve, like all youngsters. “I’m sure we’ll cross paths at some point.” It was not use getting too upset about it, though she did miss her dragonriding friends when they were kept busy for too many days straight.
“Not really,” she replied, petting Clover with gentle strokes as the green lizard hummed and chirped in delight. “Primarily I plan to avoid being roped into chores,” and she grinned, eyes sparkling mischeviously.
Madiquel’s nose scrunched up in response to the mention of R’dal’s work ethic. “Yeah,” she drawled, thinking of her own father. She had the benefit of not being a dragonrider, and she was mostly left to her own devices, especially if there were no events going on or requirements for the weyrbrats to help out. At fourteen, Madiquel was in the awkward stage between being considered a child still, and being treated like a woman. Mostly, she took advantage of that and got away with playing games and lounging around lazily like the children, even though she was technically considered an adult and had been since twelve, like all youngsters. “I’m sure we’ll cross paths at some point.” It was not use getting too upset about it, though she did miss her dragonriding friends when they were kept busy for too many days straight.
“Not really,” she replied, petting Clover with gentle strokes as the green lizard hummed and chirped in delight. “Primarily I plan to avoid being roped into chores,” and she grinned, eyes sparkling mischeviously.