22.Jul.19, 12:15 AM
“It’s amazing,” Madiquel stressed, giving A’tay a scolding look before dropping her gaze to the carving once more. “You’ve improved so much!” She looked up, beaming with pride, and a slight air of mischief. “I have the name plate you gave me on my trunk at the Hall.” She said cheerfully, beaming. “Some of the girls asked about it! Oh! You should meet Vaera! She’s amazing. I think she likes your brother. They’re so cute together! And they spent ages chatting by Syrendryth. It was wonderful. Mylo was amazing, too, by the way. She knew just how to get them to spend time together.”
Madiquel giggled, before beaming up at A’tay. “I want a carving of Xyxyth for my twentieth,” she teased, eyes bright with playful mirth. She wouldn’t dream of holding him to it, but the idea of having a little wooden Xyxyth to keep by her bedside made her feel warm and loved and she beamed at the dragon in question. “Don’t you think that would be grand, Xyxyth?” She asked, turning back to see A’tay working on distracting her. She laughed, unsure if it was intentional or not, and did her best to curtsy in her short summer dress. It wasn’t as short as some of the girls wore, but it also wasn’t a full on gather gown; Madiquel considered it far too warm for such wear, though the trip between had been cold! Thankfully she’d been able to leave her full length cloak with R’nya and Xyreith for when she wanted to go home to the Hall.
“It would be my great honour, my Lord,” Madiquel grinned, slipping her arm through A’tay’s, but then paused and gently offered him the firelizard once more. “Would you please keep this safe? I don’t have any pockets.” Her concern for the safety of the little wooden piece of genuine and had her brows furrowed as she begged A’tay to take it back — for a few hours! “I’d hate to lose or break it!” The very idea horrified her, and she pouted lightly, but beamed when A’tay stowed it away for her, reaching up to kiss his cheek again. “Thank you! Let’s dance!”
Madiquel giggled, before beaming up at A’tay. “I want a carving of Xyxyth for my twentieth,” she teased, eyes bright with playful mirth. She wouldn’t dream of holding him to it, but the idea of having a little wooden Xyxyth to keep by her bedside made her feel warm and loved and she beamed at the dragon in question. “Don’t you think that would be grand, Xyxyth?” She asked, turning back to see A’tay working on distracting her. She laughed, unsure if it was intentional or not, and did her best to curtsy in her short summer dress. It wasn’t as short as some of the girls wore, but it also wasn’t a full on gather gown; Madiquel considered it far too warm for such wear, though the trip between had been cold! Thankfully she’d been able to leave her full length cloak with R’nya and Xyreith for when she wanted to go home to the Hall.
“It would be my great honour, my Lord,” Madiquel grinned, slipping her arm through A’tay’s, but then paused and gently offered him the firelizard once more. “Would you please keep this safe? I don’t have any pockets.” Her concern for the safety of the little wooden piece of genuine and had her brows furrowed as she begged A’tay to take it back — for a few hours! “I’d hate to lose or break it!” The very idea horrified her, and she pouted lightly, but beamed when A’tay stowed it away for her, reaching up to kiss his cheek again. “Thank you! Let’s dance!”