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10.Apr.21, 11:42 AM
Madiquel trotted through the Weyr, the note clutched tightly in her fist, and her emotions in a rolling storm of grief, betrayal, and anger. It had taken until that morning for someone to reach out to her about the death of Parella and Grith, and Madiquel was angry. She was also hurt, that it had taken so long for word to reach her, and of course, heartbroken at the loss of the loud, crazy woman that had had her hand in helping to raise not only Madiquel, but all the children that had been born in or before Katila.
Finally reaching her destination, Madiquel slammed into the door, grunting when it was actually latched properly and not half open like her befuddled mind had expected, though she didn’t know why she’d thought that. Stepping back, Madiquel rubbed her chest with the hand holding the note, while the other hand wrenched the door handle, flinging it open and storming in; she closed it behind her, aware of her surroundings enough now to not slam the door, instead it clicked shut quietly.
The bathing room was humid, steamy, and contained a startled bluerider staring up at her from the water. Madiquel didn’t notice as she stomped through the room, kicking aside a piece of N’lis’ clothing as she went, trying to rally her thoughts so she could speak. “Did anyone tell you?” she finally ground out, spinning around and glaring down at N’lis like he had personally insulted her dragon, rage burning in her green eyes. Hands on her hips, she lifted the one with the note in it. When he didn’t immediately respond, she stomped over to the edge of the tub, and collapsed into a seated position, dropping her bare feet and legs into the water and shoving the note towards N’lis.
“Parella is dead,” she said quietly, her voice hitching into a soft sob and she ran her hand through her hair, before scrubbing at her face and wiping away the tears that were trying to gain control. She gave up, her bottom lip trembling, and tears tumbling down her cheeks. She didn’t collapse into a wailing heap, but it was pretty clear she was miserably heartbroken about the news. “S-she was p-poisoned.” She stuttered, sniffling with a soft hiccup.
Finally reaching her destination, Madiquel slammed into the door, grunting when it was actually latched properly and not half open like her befuddled mind had expected, though she didn’t know why she’d thought that. Stepping back, Madiquel rubbed her chest with the hand holding the note, while the other hand wrenched the door handle, flinging it open and storming in; she closed it behind her, aware of her surroundings enough now to not slam the door, instead it clicked shut quietly.
The bathing room was humid, steamy, and contained a startled bluerider staring up at her from the water. Madiquel didn’t notice as she stomped through the room, kicking aside a piece of N’lis’ clothing as she went, trying to rally her thoughts so she could speak. “Did anyone tell you?” she finally ground out, spinning around and glaring down at N’lis like he had personally insulted her dragon, rage burning in her green eyes. Hands on her hips, she lifted the one with the note in it. When he didn’t immediately respond, she stomped over to the edge of the tub, and collapsed into a seated position, dropping her bare feet and legs into the water and shoving the note towards N’lis.
“Parella is dead,” she said quietly, her voice hitching into a soft sob and she ran her hand through her hair, before scrubbing at her face and wiping away the tears that were trying to gain control. She gave up, her bottom lip trembling, and tears tumbling down her cheeks. She didn’t collapse into a wailing heap, but it was pretty clear she was miserably heartbroken about the news. “S-she was p-poisoned.” She stuttered, sniffling with a soft hiccup.
