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29.May.20, 11:56 AM
Madiquel felt like the Weyrlingmaster, and about five hundred assistants had spent about ten hours prepping herself and the boys for their first major trip between to Benden. It was like they hadn’t been teaching them how to do the fancy trick for the past week. Not that Madiquel didn’t understand, she did, honest, but that didn’t stop the frustration when it took until noon for them to be able to actually arrive at Benden Weyr. Noon! Madiquel puffed out an irritated breath as she came out of the bedroom she was borrowing for the next several days, delicately dressed in a gown Rhaedalyn had sent to her, a gift for Impressing to Zezeth. Madiquel adored it. The fact that Rhaedalyn had gotten D’hys to deliver it had had Madiquel blushing and stuttering for hours.
Brushing her hands over her stomach, Madiquel flattened the lacey gauze of her skirts, feeling them flutter around her shins as she moved. She felt spectacularly pretty, her hair pulled up in an elaborate pile that she’d spent weeks practicing, with a few curls falling loose around her face and neck. Madiquel had speckled her hair with seasonal flowers, the scent a delicate perfume that swirled gently around her like her skirt as she walked. The lacey gown was made of the palest of blues, with a semi-corset bodice that had made Madiquel blush when she realised how much it emphasised her bust; though she wasn’t sure if it was because her breasts were so small compared to other girls, or because they existed at all. Ugh.
The shoulders were her favourite bit, though; they were delicately made with wonderful needlepoint work, the shapes of flowers, butterflies, and leaves – all in delicate shades of blue, white and a soft pink and green. If ever the gorgeous gown became obsolete, Madiquel had already decided she’d be getting the embroidery used on another gown, or something. Leaning over carefully, Madiquel tugged her delicate, matching slippers onto her feet, and wriggled her toes within their confines before smiling to herself and slipping out of the room. Time to find some friends, and dance!
Madiquel knew that A’tay was somewhere within the Weyr or Hold, and while she was definitely going to find her friend, her first mission was to find Rhaedalyn and show off the gorgeous gown to the goldrider. Climbing carefully onto Zezeth, the pair glided low over the road between Weyr and Hold, and Zezeth landed, letting Madiquel slide off in a cloud of skirts before trotting off to find her own friends, the quiet dragon trilling a greeting before settling down to listen in on the conversations between others, enjoying the socialising without the need to speak herself.
A higher pitched chirp greeted Madiquel, and she looked up to see Clover, the little firelizard twirling in the air before leading Madiquel through the stalls and people. It didn’t take long for the young greenrider to spot Rhaedalyn, and her squeal of delight started several people around them. Madiquel was oblivious as she burst into a run, and threw herself onto the woman, wrapping her arms around Rhaedalyn’s waist and hugging her tight. “Rhaedalyn!” Peering around Rhaedalyn, Madiquel smiled sheepishly at R’nya who gave her a small smile, before hugging Rhaedalyn again and stepping back. “Thank you so much!” She twirled, clasping her hands under her chin as she came to a stop facing her friend.
Brushing her hands over her stomach, Madiquel flattened the lacey gauze of her skirts, feeling them flutter around her shins as she moved. She felt spectacularly pretty, her hair pulled up in an elaborate pile that she’d spent weeks practicing, with a few curls falling loose around her face and neck. Madiquel had speckled her hair with seasonal flowers, the scent a delicate perfume that swirled gently around her like her skirt as she walked. The lacey gown was made of the palest of blues, with a semi-corset bodice that had made Madiquel blush when she realised how much it emphasised her bust; though she wasn’t sure if it was because her breasts were so small compared to other girls, or because they existed at all. Ugh.
The shoulders were her favourite bit, though; they were delicately made with wonderful needlepoint work, the shapes of flowers, butterflies, and leaves – all in delicate shades of blue, white and a soft pink and green. If ever the gorgeous gown became obsolete, Madiquel had already decided she’d be getting the embroidery used on another gown, or something. Leaning over carefully, Madiquel tugged her delicate, matching slippers onto her feet, and wriggled her toes within their confines before smiling to herself and slipping out of the room. Time to find some friends, and dance!
Madiquel knew that A’tay was somewhere within the Weyr or Hold, and while she was definitely going to find her friend, her first mission was to find Rhaedalyn and show off the gorgeous gown to the goldrider. Climbing carefully onto Zezeth, the pair glided low over the road between Weyr and Hold, and Zezeth landed, letting Madiquel slide off in a cloud of skirts before trotting off to find her own friends, the quiet dragon trilling a greeting before settling down to listen in on the conversations between others, enjoying the socialising without the need to speak herself.
A higher pitched chirp greeted Madiquel, and she looked up to see Clover, the little firelizard twirling in the air before leading Madiquel through the stalls and people. It didn’t take long for the young greenrider to spot Rhaedalyn, and her squeal of delight started several people around them. Madiquel was oblivious as she burst into a run, and threw herself onto the woman, wrapping her arms around Rhaedalyn’s waist and hugging her tight. “Rhaedalyn!” Peering around Rhaedalyn, Madiquel smiled sheepishly at R’nya who gave her a small smile, before hugging Rhaedalyn again and stepping back. “Thank you so much!” She twirled, clasping her hands under her chin as she came to a stop facing her friend.
