17.Feb.22, 09:22 AM
M’quel blushed lightly at the compliment about her Weyrlinghood and how it impacted her, and her skillset. She thought D’hys was right (he often was) but it was nice to hear someone say it that she knew wouldn’t really lie to her. Not about that type of thing, and probably not about anything, really. She had a feeling he’d be gentler with her than the average person, but he wouldn’t lie to her unless it benefited her, and wouldn’t get him in trouble with her Papa.
M'quel lowered her spoon, and studied D’hys thoughtfully as he spoke, pursing her lips. She felt that using her connections was kind of… dirty. Those people he named loved her, and she knew they would want to protect her, but it still seemed low to use their names without their knowing, to just toss it out like she was mightier than thou because she had friends in high places. Even though that was how she felt, M’quel had a feeling that D’hys was right, and her friends would happily hand over their names for her to use in times of need. Well, maybe not A’tay and T’ryn. Not because they wouldn’t like to help her, but because they were both so bashful about their ranks.
All of her thoughts on it was put aside, however, as she grabbed onto something else D’hys had said, her eyes brightening with eagerness. “Wings are starting soon?” She asked, forgetting about her soup as she vibrated in her seat, thrilled at the idea. It didn’t occur to her – in that moment – that Zezeth would likely be too fragile to join a Wing herself, but she knew that Wings meant practices, and games, and learning to fight Thread which she was sure would be on the horizon. It also meant injuries like strained wings, that would require healing and while M’quel wasn’t training to be a dragon healer, she knew she’d still be on call for such things.
M'quel lowered her spoon, and studied D’hys thoughtfully as he spoke, pursing her lips. She felt that using her connections was kind of… dirty. Those people he named loved her, and she knew they would want to protect her, but it still seemed low to use their names without their knowing, to just toss it out like she was mightier than thou because she had friends in high places. Even though that was how she felt, M’quel had a feeling that D’hys was right, and her friends would happily hand over their names for her to use in times of need. Well, maybe not A’tay and T’ryn. Not because they wouldn’t like to help her, but because they were both so bashful about their ranks.
All of her thoughts on it was put aside, however, as she grabbed onto something else D’hys had said, her eyes brightening with eagerness. “Wings are starting soon?” She asked, forgetting about her soup as she vibrated in her seat, thrilled at the idea. It didn’t occur to her – in that moment – that Zezeth would likely be too fragile to join a Wing herself, but she knew that Wings meant practices, and games, and learning to fight Thread which she was sure would be on the horizon. It also meant injuries like strained wings, that would require healing and while M’quel wasn’t training to be a dragon healer, she knew she’d still be on call for such things.