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16.Jan.21, 08:05 PM
Madiquel had spent the cold, miserable day up at Healer Hall, before making her way down to Fort Weyr for the evening. She had sent Clover to her father with a message that she would be staying the night in Fort. The weather was too much, and she didn’t want to risk Zezeth’s health, much to the young green dragon’s disgruntlement. As such, Madiquel was eating dinner with Rhaedalyn and the girls when the call came in, and she rushed to help her friend set the girls up for the duration of the Hatching, before darting off to the room Madiquel had acquired after graduation, so she could change. She was probably one of the only greenriders (or any riders, really) who had a personal weyr at two different Weyrs, and a Hall.
After changing into a warm winter dress, with leggings underneath, Madiquel made her way to the Hatching sands, backtracking to take Rhaedalyn’s Weyrwoman route through the Weyr so she wouldn’t have to go outside. Her dragon wasn’t quite as willing to push the social norms by using Aradissicath’s weyr to get to the Sands, and so the young green walked through the storm, not willing to risk breaking a wing in the rough winds – or get struck by lightning, which would be just her luck. Zezeth trotted in behind the last few Candidates, blowing out a snort when one of them eyeballed her, before shaking off the snow and cold. Glancing around, she gave a croon of excitement when she spotted Xyxyth, and quickly launched herself to join him, rumbling a soft greeting as she smooshed herself between him and some random dragon, uncaring.
Since she came out behind them, and she wasn’t sure which of her friends would be arriving – or where they’d be sitting – Madiquel opted to join the Weyrleaders, curtsying playfully when R’nya lifted an eyebrow at her, managing to make the bronzerider quirk a half smile. Excited, and hoping for a good show – but not one that was too exciting – Madiquel settled in beside Rhaedalyn, chatting cheerfully when spoken to. The beginning of the Hatching, with three green dragons piling out of their eggs, had Madiquel giggling alongside Rhaedalyn. Poor R’nya looked slightly put out, but Madiquel wasn’t sure if it was the three green, or Rhaedalyn calling him old.
A good start, the green teased Madiquel, knowing that four greens – while needed – weren’t the top priority for the beginning of a Hatching. Despite that, Zezeth was pleased to see her colour-mates break shell, and all of them strong and healthy. Indeed, Madiquel laughed quietly, glancing up at her dragon and finally noticing the bronze she was snuggled up against. A’tay was there! Well, she wasn’t surprised, but she was no less delighted that her best friend was hiding somewhere in the crowds. In the lull between eggs, Madiquel’s gaze raked over the crowds, finally spotting A’tay with friends and family. When he glanced at her – she had a feeling the dragons let him know she was looking his way – she waved with a bright smile.
After changing into a warm winter dress, with leggings underneath, Madiquel made her way to the Hatching sands, backtracking to take Rhaedalyn’s Weyrwoman route through the Weyr so she wouldn’t have to go outside. Her dragon wasn’t quite as willing to push the social norms by using Aradissicath’s weyr to get to the Sands, and so the young green walked through the storm, not willing to risk breaking a wing in the rough winds – or get struck by lightning, which would be just her luck. Zezeth trotted in behind the last few Candidates, blowing out a snort when one of them eyeballed her, before shaking off the snow and cold. Glancing around, she gave a croon of excitement when she spotted Xyxyth, and quickly launched herself to join him, rumbling a soft greeting as she smooshed herself between him and some random dragon, uncaring.
Since she came out behind them, and she wasn’t sure which of her friends would be arriving – or where they’d be sitting – Madiquel opted to join the Weyrleaders, curtsying playfully when R’nya lifted an eyebrow at her, managing to make the bronzerider quirk a half smile. Excited, and hoping for a good show – but not one that was too exciting – Madiquel settled in beside Rhaedalyn, chatting cheerfully when spoken to. The beginning of the Hatching, with three green dragons piling out of their eggs, had Madiquel giggling alongside Rhaedalyn. Poor R’nya looked slightly put out, but Madiquel wasn’t sure if it was the three green, or Rhaedalyn calling him old.
A good start, the green teased Madiquel, knowing that four greens – while needed – weren’t the top priority for the beginning of a Hatching. Despite that, Zezeth was pleased to see her colour-mates break shell, and all of them strong and healthy. Indeed, Madiquel laughed quietly, glancing up at her dragon and finally noticing the bronze she was snuggled up against. A’tay was there! Well, she wasn’t surprised, but she was no less delighted that her best friend was hiding somewhere in the crowds. In the lull between eggs, Madiquel’s gaze raked over the crowds, finally spotting A’tay with friends and family. When he glanced at her – she had a feeling the dragons let him know she was looking his way – she waved with a bright smile.
