01.Feb.22, 07:07 AM
M’quel rolled her eyes dramatically at the question, and puffed out a snort. “Apparently not.” She said, still irritated. The idiot had been left waiting for a male healer who wasn’t a greenrider which had meant he’d been waiting a long while, all the time loudly proclaiming his need to be seen now. M’quel knew she wasn’t the only one who had been angry by the elitist attitude, and she felt only slightly guilty by taking pride in her fellow healers banding together to apologise with just a small bit of smugness that the higher-ranking healers were busy elsewhere.
Eating quietly, M’quel’s nose scrunched up at D’hys’ explanation, and she put her spoon down with a gentle plonk, lifting her gaze to meet his. “Maybe it would be different if I had ever wanted to be a dragonrider to start with, but I never wanted to be one; I didn’t imagine what it would be like to be a rider like most of my friends did. I wouldn’t give up Zee for the world, but that doesn’t change the fact that I never went through candidacy, or a typical Weyrlinghood.” She gave a wry smile, eyes distant at the thought of when she had Impressed the more than half dead dragonet.
Her gaze refocused and she frowned. “But I’m a good healer, and being told to shove off because of my dragon’s hide, and because I’m female is so insulting!” Despite her anger at the injustice of it all, M’quel was too sweet to wish the young bronzerider misery. She couldn’t even wish misery on him through his dragon failing to win a Flight, because that wasn’t fair to the dragon. M’quel picked up her spoon and ate some more soup, eyebrows knit together in irritation. “I’m not sure I’d make much of a fighter,” she said, looking up with a small smile. “I’m a healer… and I’m not very good at coming back with something quippy.”.
Eating quietly, M’quel’s nose scrunched up at D’hys’ explanation, and she put her spoon down with a gentle plonk, lifting her gaze to meet his. “Maybe it would be different if I had ever wanted to be a dragonrider to start with, but I never wanted to be one; I didn’t imagine what it would be like to be a rider like most of my friends did. I wouldn’t give up Zee for the world, but that doesn’t change the fact that I never went through candidacy, or a typical Weyrlinghood.” She gave a wry smile, eyes distant at the thought of when she had Impressed the more than half dead dragonet.
Her gaze refocused and she frowned. “But I’m a good healer, and being told to shove off because of my dragon’s hide, and because I’m female is so insulting!” Despite her anger at the injustice of it all, M’quel was too sweet to wish the young bronzerider misery. She couldn’t even wish misery on him through his dragon failing to win a Flight, because that wasn’t fair to the dragon. M’quel picked up her spoon and ate some more soup, eyebrows knit together in irritation. “I’m not sure I’d make much of a fighter,” she said, looking up with a small smile. “I’m a healer… and I’m not very good at coming back with something quippy.”.