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03.Dec.18, 11:10 AM
Madiquel fussed over Quinvalis until he began working to distract them both with stories, and she did her best to listen quietly, though she clung to one of his hands in both of hers. She watched the Hatching of more dragonets with interest, but her attention was mostly on her friend. She’d realised when he asked if they could sit down that she’d probably hurt him, and he hadn’t said anything, and that worried her. Madiquel pouted to herself, before getting swept up in his topic of choice again when the last of the Impressions had been made.
Madiquel was reluctant to leave Quinvalis, regardless of his encouragement that she should go and find Rhaedalyn, and she fretted just a bit away from him and the Healers, watching seriously as he was examined and not noticing when his family joined him; she was too busy feeling guilty about hurting him when it became apparent that there was damage to his ribs (it was hard to miss the way he flinched when the Healer poked at him).
She was about to go back to them, as the Healers were wrapping Quinvalis’ ribs, when Rhaedalyn’s little blue Rumour appeared from between and scolded her cheerfully. Madiquel turned, gazing around until she spotted Rhaedalyn talking to two riders. With Rumour fluttering around her head, Madiquel made her way across the sands, realising as she went that Clover hadn’t come back yet from her latest trip to visit Ayontay; probably the pair of them had fallen asleep – which reminded Madiquel how late it was (or early?) and she hid a yawn behind her hand as she joined Rhaedalyn, looking curiously at the two men.
“Hello,” she replied softly to the taller one, who refused to meet her faze. Her expression brightened a little, curiosity boiling up as she glanced from the two men, to Rhaedalyn, and back again. “I’m Madiquel,” she offered gently. When it became apparent that neither of them were going to introduce themselves (they were so shy! Madiquel wanted to giggle but she was afraid of upsetting them. She didn’t want them to think she was making fun of them! They were just so precious!) she glanced at Rhaedalyn with her eyebrows drawn together.
“Quinvalis will be okay,” she offered, hoping a little bit of casual conversation that wasn’t focused on them would relax Rhaedalyn’s friends. “He probably won’t be picking up any of the children for a little while.” Or shouldn’t; she didn’t know a lot a bout healing (yet!) but she was a Weyrbrat – Madiquel had seen her share of people with damaged ribs before, and had bruised her own on several occasions growing up, usually falling from places she shouldn’t have been in. Or on. Or whatever.
Madiquel was reluctant to leave Quinvalis, regardless of his encouragement that she should go and find Rhaedalyn, and she fretted just a bit away from him and the Healers, watching seriously as he was examined and not noticing when his family joined him; she was too busy feeling guilty about hurting him when it became apparent that there was damage to his ribs (it was hard to miss the way he flinched when the Healer poked at him).
She was about to go back to them, as the Healers were wrapping Quinvalis’ ribs, when Rhaedalyn’s little blue Rumour appeared from between and scolded her cheerfully. Madiquel turned, gazing around until she spotted Rhaedalyn talking to two riders. With Rumour fluttering around her head, Madiquel made her way across the sands, realising as she went that Clover hadn’t come back yet from her latest trip to visit Ayontay; probably the pair of them had fallen asleep – which reminded Madiquel how late it was (or early?) and she hid a yawn behind her hand as she joined Rhaedalyn, looking curiously at the two men.
“Hello,” she replied softly to the taller one, who refused to meet her faze. Her expression brightened a little, curiosity boiling up as she glanced from the two men, to Rhaedalyn, and back again. “I’m Madiquel,” she offered gently. When it became apparent that neither of them were going to introduce themselves (they were so shy! Madiquel wanted to giggle but she was afraid of upsetting them. She didn’t want them to think she was making fun of them! They were just so precious!) she glanced at Rhaedalyn with her eyebrows drawn together.
“Quinvalis will be okay,” she offered, hoping a little bit of casual conversation that wasn’t focused on them would relax Rhaedalyn’s friends. “He probably won’t be picking up any of the children for a little while.” Or shouldn’t; she didn’t know a lot a bout healing (yet!) but she was a Weyrbrat – Madiquel had seen her share of people with damaged ribs before, and had bruised her own on several occasions growing up, usually falling from places she shouldn’t have been in. Or on. Or whatever.
