20.Jul.19, 02:31 AM
Madiquel pouted, but it was a playful one as she mumbled her agreement against his chest, about letters being better than nothing but just not enough. She honestly didn’t realise how much she’d missed TayTay until she was pressed against him, her face buried against his chest and trying so hard not to cry! It was so silly, but she still sniffled and refused to look up for an age, only doing so when TayTay stepped back and took her hand. She wiped her face casually, beaming up at Xyxyth and giving him a bright wave as she linked their fingers together and glued herself to TayTay’s side.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t come when you started learning to fly or go between,” Madiquel said, frowning slightly as she peered up at him worriedly. “Papa was getting upset about it, and R’nya was busy, and I couldn’t ask Rhaedalyn to drop what she was doing — one of the girls had a cold — and we had a quiz the day you began between Training. But I am so glad you made it and you’re safe and I missed you!” They weren’t new words — she’d apologised so many times in the letters they had exchanged, but she felt like she had missed an important part of his becoming a dragonrider and she thought she’d always be on the sidelines for those events, not quite literally stuck half a world away! Madiquel pouted sadly to herself as they idled near Xyxyth.
Taking a breath and brushing off her disappointment in herself, Madiquel peered up at A’tay with a particularly serious expression, her eyebrows furrowed and eyes catching his. “I am so proud of you!” She said, with great insistence. Her expression altered just slightly, a teasing look. “So is Papa,” she added, clearly bemused by her father’s interest in her best friend’s weyrlinghood, when he couldn’t stand anything draconian near him, or around him, or in general. Especially when it had to do with her. He was such a strange (but wonderful!) man, her Papa!
“I’m sorry I couldn’t come when you started learning to fly or go between,” Madiquel said, frowning slightly as she peered up at him worriedly. “Papa was getting upset about it, and R’nya was busy, and I couldn’t ask Rhaedalyn to drop what she was doing — one of the girls had a cold — and we had a quiz the day you began between Training. But I am so glad you made it and you’re safe and I missed you!” They weren’t new words — she’d apologised so many times in the letters they had exchanged, but she felt like she had missed an important part of his becoming a dragonrider and she thought she’d always be on the sidelines for those events, not quite literally stuck half a world away! Madiquel pouted sadly to herself as they idled near Xyxyth.
Taking a breath and brushing off her disappointment in herself, Madiquel peered up at A’tay with a particularly serious expression, her eyebrows furrowed and eyes catching his. “I am so proud of you!” She said, with great insistence. Her expression altered just slightly, a teasing look. “So is Papa,” she added, clearly bemused by her father’s interest in her best friend’s weyrlinghood, when he couldn’t stand anything draconian near him, or around him, or in general. Especially when it had to do with her. He was such a strange (but wonderful!) man, her Papa!