Logs:Nathein Gets Threatened By Madison
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| RL Date: 4 July, 2007 |
| Who: Satiet, Nathein, Madison, Melata, Shanlee |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| Where: Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 16, Month 8, Turn 12 (Interval 10) |
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| The clear morning, and the pale, yellowy light of the morning sun cuts across the bowl and streams through the opening at the top of the hatching caverns - not enough to flood the sands with light, but just enough to lightly bathe the baking eggs and the clutch parents trapped there. As it's early yet, the galleries remain nominally empty, only a handful of people scattered throughout to catch a glimpse of the eggs before their morning chores, while one slight woman, dark-haired with a basket of hides by her side, seems to be situated on a seat by the entrance permanently. Satiet might pretend to be working to the casual observer, but the infrequent glances that lift her brilliant eyes to the sands and the way they linger long on the eggs speaks otherwise. Nathein's good luck lets him happen upon the eggs for the first time under just such pretty circumstances, with all the streaming sunlight and what not. The big candidate still treads lightly for someone of his size, looks around with the uncertainty of a visitor rather than a resident. He passes wide of Satiet initially, only to stop a few steps on the other side of her; "Pardon, miss, but it's not going to bother you if I have a look around?" His eyes light just briefly on her knot. Nathein catches Satiet mid-chin lift to spy out the eggs and with startlement rolling her shoulders, the pale eyes swerve from Wrencath up and then up some more to seek out the candidate's shoulder first and then his eyes. Her mouth shapes wry, twitching upward at one corner and parts, then closes, as if what she might say was nixed at the last minute as the keen measure the weyrwoman takes seems to mollify her. "You're welcome to," a cool beat, "If you have nothing else to do at this hour. You're welcome to join this lil' miss as well," blended in her alto is a mimicry of Nathein's word usage, tone and all, "If you've nothing else to do." Eyebrows raised, Nathein wears a highly readable look mingled with surprised and newfound caution. Melting into a quick, unflappable smile, he answers, "Is this when I ought to make an excuse about needing a break from my chores or already having done them for the morning?" He sits on the far end of Satiet's bench, rests with his elbows on his knees to face the eggs. "I'm still getting used to the meek and dutiful aspects." There's no apology in the slight woman's demeanor, from the subtle draw back of her shoulders and the straightening that slides up along her spine as she, reflexively, lifts to try and meet Nathein's height in aura if not actual physicality. "Whenever you get them done. They're brainless tasks, meant to serve some purpose that I still haven't managed to figure out, but tradition's tradition apparently." Dry spoken, Satiet takes one last side-long glance of the now cautious Nathein and completes her long delayed ascertainment that the eggs, Wrencath, and Nabrimeth are still on the sands. "And I don't expect candidates to be meek and dutiful, though if you are...?" The question trails into silence, a brow hitching upward, visible in profile though she doesn't pause to glance down the bench again. Madison strides up into the stands from the entrance to the bowl. Madison has arrived. With the eggs glanced by early morning sunlight and the grounds almost empty of visitors, Nathein and Satiet stand out. They're seated on the same bench, chatting, her at one end with a basket of hides and him at the other end. Nathein laughs, subdued into dry humor. "My guess is they're to keep kids too busy to cause trouble." The way he stresses /kids/ is a little odd in the context of the sentence. Nipping her question in the bud, "I'm not. What do you expect of candidates, miss?" Wandering up the gallery, Madison's movement can be preceded by a "Stupid Harper, don't know why I need to know about that stuff, and Ooo you can't read well enough yet Maddie.. You need to learn all of the letters." The young girl kicks at the dust before her. "Hah!" She stromps up to the top of the gallery area and looks around it. She's still sporting the remnant of a black eye. She grumbles a bit more before she peers over towards the sands and to the eggs. "Oh." She offers, smiling at the eggs. "Can't believe such big dragons come from such little eggies." She looks back and notices the people sitting and waves to them. As it's a passing glance she doesn't recognize either. "First, to comprehend the ranks of the Weyr and what their purpose here is." Satiet silently counts, chin drops pacing each egg until it's bobbled fourteen times, a flicker of disappointment dampening the brilliance of her pale eyes a moment before she returns to make annotations on her hide, the pretense of work again claiming the weyrwoman. "That some," not her mind, from the overly light coolness her intonation treads on, "Might construe calling a weyrwoman miss isn't polite. But then again, perhaps it's your particular brand of charm, and it's your way of being polite." Tilting her head, a flash of a crooked smile slants towards the candidate on the other side of her bench. "Or condescending. But that's not what you meant, right?" She pauses long enough for Madison's interruption, and then laughs low, "And that. I expect candidates to at least read well, if not write." Nathein allows himself a deeper smile, the kind that takes root and lights a person's eyes. He never looks toward Satiet again, his eyes stay on the eggs, but she's clearly the source of his growing amusement. "Some might construe a lot of things as impolite. Take... not introducing yourself, for example." He lifts a hand to return Madison's wave, drops it back down so he can return to his elbows on knees posture. "But no, I don't mean it to be condescending. I've just always thought that 'ma'am' should be held for old ladies. Would you prefer it?" Just as Madison opens her mouth to respond to Satiet the girl notices the woman's knot and she ohs, a soft blush suddenly coming to her face. "Sorry Ma'am." She says, giving a bit of an impishly toothy grin before she hurries over. "What're you two talking about? The eggs? They're neat, but why are they all different colors?" She wonders before looking up to Nathein. "Wow your HUGE!" Her eyes go a little wide as she hops up onto the bench next to him. "Your almost as tall as I am sitting down!" She laughs before looking to Satiet. "But it's hard because they already 'spect me to know em." If Satiet notices the deep-rooted smile, there's little change in her demeanor until Nathein's mention of the lack of introduction, and then the low laughter reemerges without sound as the expression of it radiates out from her twitching mouth to touch her pale, ice eyes with an equal appreciation - amusement growing in kind. "You," emphasis there to make this you a very distinctive you to Nathein solely, "May call me Satiet." Slim hands fold over the hide on her lap, the stylus twirling about her fingers idly. "You could ask Ywain to place you in a remedial class. With the Weyr's children, perhaps?" Without skipping a beat, she shifts from the massive male to the perky, smaller girl. Nathein laces his fingers in front of his mouth now, hides the maintained grin behind his hands as he drifts his eyes over to the awed Madison. "I'm not huge. You're just too little. You should stretch more." Without seeing his mouth, he manages to make his eyes look very grave in imparting this advice. "I'm Nathein." The off-handed introduction incorporates a look darted Satiet's way. "I have! I can't help it that they grew you too big! I'm Madison, Maddie for shorts." The young girl poks her head over to Satiet and she gives another grin at her. "I don't need to go in little kids classes. I can do it!" Stubborn this one. "Better 'n anyone else." She says, a hand balling up with determination. "So what should I call you, if he can call you that? Just ma'am." After asking such she looks to Nathein and ohs. "Your a candidate too." She bites her bottom lip. "We've got lumpy 'n swimmy..." She pauses. "Hmmmmmm..." A finger comes up to tap at her chin. "Treey? No. Hmm." The distribution of nicknames results in a succession of blinks as Satiet takes in Madison a bit more closely, before the raven-haired woman looks pained about the corners of her eyes. "He has a name," the goldrider points out, though clearly she's already resigned herself to the girl's particular brand of cheerfulness. "And you, Madison, you may call me ma'am until you're able to read one of these," the basket of hides at her side is indicated with a turn of her wrist, "And comprehend it, and summarize it for me nicely. Think of it as incentive." Nathein asks doubtfully, "People actually let you call them things like lumpy and swimmy?" He clears his throat and nods at Satiet's words. "I've gotten by with Nathein for almost 23 years. Happy to keep it at that." Turning a look from the basket to the sands again, he exhales a slow whistle. "That's a tall order, missSatiet." All slurred together while he ducks with too much chagrin to be genuine. Madison peers at Nathein and gives him a bit of a tight lipped grin. "They accept their fate." Madison's eyes gleam a bit before she looks at Satiet and nods at her. "Alright Ma'am. I'll do it soon." She tells the woman before she looks towards Nathein. "Your old too. Hmmm.." She peers at the large lad. "Something..." She thinks, grinning a bit at him. She's quite forward and tomboyish. Satiet's brows peak upwards at the slur of title and name in one and with a low, but audible, "Cheeky," the goldrider rises, tucking the hide on her lap into the basket and hanging the basket over her arm. "Enjoy your stay," says the hostess, as if this were an exotic vacation of sorts. With no excuses for her departure, the weyrwoman merely inclines her head to include both Nathein and Madison, and then steps down the stairs to the bowl. Nathein lowers his hands to display a smile that is exactly that. Cheeky. "It's certainly worth a shot." He gives Satiet the same hand-lifted wave he had for Madison when she came in, now looking at Madison. "Not so old. Maybe 22 seems old to 12 though?" Satiet walks down a short flight of steps and heads out through the entrance to the bowl. Satiet has left. "You like her?" Madison asks, looking at the young man's grin back to the departing woman. "She's strange. I guess she has to be to be the weyrwoman. I bet it's hard." She turns back to Nathein. "Hrm. You are old." She tells him flatly before she holds her hand out. "Do you like Jordan?" She pulls her hand back a bit. Jordan's a fifteen year old young man that's well known 'round the Weyr as a bully. "Cause if you like him then we gots problems." She peers at the much larger young man again. "If not, then it'll be nice to meet you." Nathein, not well-acquainted with the Weyr and even less so with the teenage crowd. "Whom?" He looks around the area as if he might espy Jordan right here in their midst. "I guess it'll be nice to meet you, then." No answer to Madison's question about Satiet. "Though, if I may make a suggestion? Calling someone old is usually a bad way to get started toward friendship." Madison's mouth opens before she nods. "I see." Madison tells Nathein, smiling at him. "I'm sorry. Your not old. Your just older 'n me." The young woman sits down, looking quite tiny next to him. "He's not around here, he's leaving me 'lone now." She tells the older young lad. "Are you from here? What did you do before?" She asks, looking up interestedly at Nathein. "Exactly. Older than you." Nathein hunches back the way he had been sitting before, leans forward so that his knees rest on his elbows. Little though it matters, it shrinks his size a little; yes, he does look big next to a little girl. "I'm not. You are though?" "Yeah. I'm from here. Wow, where are you from?" Madison asks him as she looks over towards the eggs. "They're really neat aren't they? Who brought you here? I mean, which dragon chose you?" She wonders, looking back over her shoulder towards him. "I bet it was neat coming here. Are you nervous?" She asks politely. Shanlee meanders up into the stands from the entrance to the bowl. Shanlee has arrived. Nathein observes aloud, "You talk very fast." To make the point, he talks very slow while he says that. "The eggs are really neat? I don't know yet. They don't do very much, but I imagine they'll be... neater when they hatch." He sits on a bench near the entrance, resting with poor posture, his elbows on his knees, with Madison looking very small seated near him. "Why? Are you nervous?" "You didn't answer who brought yuo here or from where." Madison says, before she shrugs. "I don't know. I"m from here so I know lots of people already. That's why I was wonderin' if you were nervous." She says, before shaking her head. "I like them. They're pretty." Hands clasped behind her back, Shan comes strolling in eyes immediately set to searching through the galleries and the few people here and there 'egg' watching. Finding what she's apparently looking for, the wingsecond heads straight for the pair of candidates. The contrast between the two in size bringing a faint grin to her lips "Kaylith told me you'd both be here." a flick of eyes to Nabrimeth reposed on the sands likely explaining how that may have come to be. "Settling in?" this directed at both the man and the young girl, then straying back to Nathein "I'm sorry I haven't been by earlier." "I was prioritizing." Nathein lifts his mouth from behind his hands, where it had remained perfectly comfortable, and makes a smile for Shanlee while she comes straight on over. "Too late for apologies, ma'am, I've already felt the sting of neglect. But you're timing is noted. This is who brought me here, Maddie." your timing** "Shan!" Madison turns upon hearing the woman's voice before she ahems and smiles at her. "Ma'am." The young woman looks towards Nathein and eyerolls. "Do you flirt with every girl? You were swooning over the Weyrwoman moments 'ago." She makes a face. "Uck!" She heads over towards Shanlee and grins at her. "You won't believe who chose me, Shan. The one I tried to punch down in Ista. I was way up on the top of the falls and he told me his dragon Jaireth thought I could handle being on the sands. Neat huh?" The faint dip of head in acknowledgement of Nathein's tease is accompanied by low chuckle and one of her own "Ah, poor lad. Left all alone in the world and know one to fend for him." Shifting her weight to one hip, the redhead folds her arms loosely about herself, canting her head to one side "Actually, I was coming over to suggest that you speak to Ayson about perhaps extending one of the cots for you? He's a repairman. Or have you managed to find the one W'red altered?" Madison's greeting is met with a faint smirk "See you've been attending your harper lessons, good." pause "I know. B'yan told me" amusement at this glimmers behind green eyes.
Nathein just shrugs at Madison's question, appears unruffled by the implications. He lets the two of them discuss the girl's search uninterrupted, only answering Shanlee a moment later to say, "I've decided that the cold air on my toes is good for circulation." "That's what he gets for being so huuuge." Madison says, grinning up at Nathein. "But he's pretty nice so far." She nods before she looks back to Shan when she mentions that B'yan told her. "When'd you talk to him? I thought you were fightin'?" She asks, blinking a few times before she ohs! "I got the swingy one. It sways back and forth. It's fun." She grins toothily again, before she asks "Why are the eggs colored? I asked the Weyrwoman but she didn't say." Answering to Nathein first, Shan's mouth twists unrepentantly "You can be glad you weren't with my cycle then. Because toes dangling over the edge of a cot?" a grin appears "Fair game." whether by herself or another is left unclear. Another step or two and the greenrider settles herself down next to the tall candidate leaving her other side open for Madison to occupy. "Nabrimeth's Tavrie is a clutchmate too." warmth enfusing the light tone for the junior weyrwoman and then back to Madison. Low laughter spills out "B'yan's also a clutchmate." and leaves talk of the bronzerider there, though a definite smirk curls around her mouth. The question brings a light shrug "Dunno really, variety? Kaylith's was...." a delicate shudder ripples through the petite frame "....all gooey and black and just...awful. Though don't let her know I said that. She gets offended." Nathein suggests, "Why should they all be the same color? Dragons aren't, so it stands to reason that eggs aren't." The idea of his feet as fair game has him lean over a touch, has him eye his boots with a progressively narrower squint and then a light look toward Shanlee. "My good luck to share the barracks with such fine, upstanding candidates." That's followed by a manical hehehehehhehe that comes from Madison's throat before she looks quite innocent at that. "Well that makes sense." The young girl offers to Nathein before she looks to Shan and nods at her as she moves over to sit next to Shanlee. "There are some pretty ones down there, and some really ugly ones." She tells Shan. "But I bet all of the dragons down there are pretty." Following Nathein's squint down to his boots, Shan seems set to make comment until that ominous sound comes from the young girl. "Maddie...." the low warning coming almost instantly from the greenrider as she settles on the likely cause of it "To every action, a consequence young lady." Leaning back against the next step up, the redhead nods in agreement "Pretty? It matter not what their housing is now for all are dignified, courageous and loyal defenders of our skies and their lifemates." This said, her head twists sideways to take in Nathein's profile "You will tell me if there's anything you need? Messages sent home etcetera?" Nathein raises a brow at the tittering girl. "I'll live in fear of painted toenails from here on out." He can't help but snicker afterward, seemingly at Shanlee's commentary. "You sound like you're trying to sell us something, ma'am. We already agreed to be candidates - though at least one of us without full knowledge of all that it entailed. But I don't think you have to give us the party line on the merits of dragonkind." He waves aside the greenrider's offer, a gesture of thanks but no thanks. "Ugh, painted toenails are ugly!" Madison shivers and wrinkles her nose before she looks to Nathein and glares at him. "Don't be so rude, you know?" She says to him before she turns back to Shanlee. "Where did you pick him up?" She asks before she ohs. "Yes I know. B'yan told me." She tells him, grinning. "But I wont throttle anyone, cause it's 'gainst the rules. Oh, did you see that new girl? She just came in. She's." She makes a face and bristles. "Girrrrly." Shanlee's mouth twists into a lopsided grin for Nathein's first, which slips off as eyes become distant. Leaning slightly toward him, the redhead lowers her voice and mutters something to him. Straightening, she too can't help but chuckle over the idea of painted toenails "Please be sure to let me see them if that happens." a gesture downwards to his boots. A fine brow raises at Madison's first then a glance sideways to Nathein again "She makes it sound like I picked you up in a bar somewhere." the implication clear. Green eyes roll at the last "You mean Lystia? Yeah, she's. Just be nice to her okay?" You sense Shanlee lowers her voice saying quietly "Come find me later." this seeming to be in explanation of her earlier words on dragonkind though no reproach sits in the light ton
Nathein wears an unreadable expression after Shanlee mutters to him, muddy with surprise and confusion and something like a little smile. "Don't get your hopes up," he answers her a moment later, back to the glib chit chat. He turns to Madison abruptly; "There's nothing wrong with girly. You're a girl." "There is a lot wrong with giirly. Giirly girls get beat up." Madison says as she looks towards Nathein before she blinks at him. "Hey, what'd you say Shan?" She asks before she looks to the woman and she grins at her. "Did you pick him up in a bar? I will be nice to her, as long as she's being really mean and haughty." With another roll of eyes and something akin to a groan "Oh please. I've got more then enough to deal with, without punishing myself even further." Shan quips a faint smirk soon curling her mouth at the corners in response to Nathein. The wingsecond rolls her head sideways and fixes Madison with a dry look "Do I look like I pick men up at bars." a pointed look given in remembrance of the time at the Sandbar. "He's right you know Maddie. I'm quite capable of laying someone flat on their back and have done so, but there's nothing wrong with dressing up for gathers and balls now is there?" The latter words on the Balenese candidate given a chuckle "She is rather pretentious, but I'm sure she doesn't mean ill." "You kind of do look like someone who would pick men up at bars, since you're asking." Nathein sweeps Shanlee with surveying look, ends with a helpless shrug. "I don't mean so much dressing up on occasion. Femininity is something... something..." After groping for the word, he settles for an arcane smile. "Something you're too young to worry about anyway. Just don't be so hasty to hate a girl just because she's not afraid to be a /girl/." "She does not!" Madison suddenly roars to life as she bounds over Shanlee to stand in front of Nathein and balls both of her smallish fists up. "And if it weren't for the draggies down there, I'd SHOW you." She says, glaring up at the much much taller young man. The young girl seems to be boiling at the moment. "You might be tall, but." She peers at him once again before she bristles and begins to pace back and forth across the gallery. "Oooh, some people deserve to get punched in the mouth!" Anger flickers behind the green eyes, lending them a fire at Nathein's words as she hisses "Why you insolent..." the words suddenly halting as Shan remembers to whom she is speaking and where she is and opts for using his own methods on him "And -you- shouldn't be so hasty in making judgments before you properly know someone candidate." managing to make the title sound condescending. However, at the same time Madison comes to life and the wingsecond's arm shoots out quicker then the girl likely expected to grab at her collar once again and haul out of 'harms' way "Leave it Madison!" her tone commanding "This is -not- your fight. It's not even a fight." Firm grip kept of the young candidate until she calmed down "Now apologise to Nathein."
Charity would have Nathein looking intimidated by Madison, but charity fails to make an appearance today. "Weren't we just talking about the virtues of femininity?" Chuckling his way into contrition, he lowers his head at Shanlee; "I apologize, ma'am. I didn't realize they were fighting words. And don't make her say she's sorry when she's not. Nothing tastes as bad as insincerity, except maybe pumpernickel. I never could learn to like that stuff." "Apologize? Apologize?! TO HIM!?" Madison roars, still squirming around even as Shan has a nice firm hold onto her collar. "I'll apologize by knocking his nose on the other side o his face!" She says, her eyes pent up with anger. After a small tirade of extremely foul language burbled out of the smallish young girl and a few experimental movements to test Shanlee's strength on her collar Madison grumbles out. "I'm sorry for.." She grumbles some more under her breath, "threatening to hit.." More grumbles. "you." Madison's collar still firmly in hand, Shan stands to her feet glaring between the two candidates. Tone dropping low in serious warning "I promise you this now. I -will- not having fighting amongst my candidates." she unconsciously adds possession into her words. To Nathein "How did you -think- I was going to take that. Or....did one of the -rumors- of weyrlife you spoke of when last we met have something to do with the supposed ways of greenriders?" Not even bothering to wait for reply, Madison is given a small shake for the invective and struggle "And you girly are going to get your mouth washed out with sweetsand if I ever hear you speaking like that again." Back to Nathein "She's apologizing for resorting to violence first and not using other means, not for her defence of me." a glance to the girl to she if her assessment was correct. Melata meanders up into the stands from the entrance to the bowl. Melata has arrived. Melata comes into the hatching caverns, but perhaps it was a mistake, since it is just as hot in the cavens (well, no duh....). Nathein looks at Madison, looks down at himself, looks back at Shanlee with a confused frown as she talks about fighting. "Size discrepancy aside..." He's sitting on a bench while Shanlee has collared Madison, the little girl looking cross and fired up. "/You/ seem to be taking it just fine, ma'am. Maddie, on the other hand?" Calmly, he goes on to explain, "Besides, you have to admit, it wasn't so far off of being picked up in a bar. Technically. There was definitely alcohol involved." Innocence; "Praytell, what are the supposed 'ways of greenriders?'" Melata hears the Candidates talking to each other as she passes by on her way to the railing to look over the eggs on the sands. She manages to keep her chuckle to herself, however. "The supposed ways of greenriders are nothing to you!" Maddies says before she looks up at Shanlee and then back to Nathein. "And you better learn that it's not right to be stupid to riders. Cause they can make you do lots of stuff, didn't you know? I bet you think your so better th'n everyone else too." She tells Nathein. "I know of a good nickname. Dummy." "That's not what I meant and well you know it." Shan flows a look over the large man in response to his words on fighting. As it seems Madison is determine to continue the wingsecond releases her and points to the bench enough distance away from Nathein to avoid further incident "Sit." pause "And stop with the name calling it's childish." Once again the girl given the order by the greenrider. Now to deal with the man, shifting her weight to one leg, arms crossing in front of her and a finger tapping out her annoyance, a challenging look is sent his way seeing as he's at near eye level to the petite redhead "Don't even try that one." this on his words of alcohol before he'd been searched. To his next "Impress green and find out." the fullness of a smirk wrapping onto her mouth.
Nathein goes to all the trouble of slouching just to give Shanlee the benefit of him looking up like he's repentant. "Isn't it part of your job to make sure candidates are well-educated on Weyr life, though? I don't want you to be remiss on my account." Being called dummy doesn't have any visible effect on him aside from a laugh through his nose. Melata looks out over the eggs. She wipes some sweat from her brow. It looks like she is regretting the decision to come into here...too hot today. Stomping over, Madison sits down on the bench and folds her arms across her chest. She grumbles softly as she pulls her knees up to her chest and she makes a few faces as she sits there and does what Shan asked her. To be quiet. Nathein's form of repentance nearly earns him the brief flicker of amusement behind those still stormy green eyes but his words ruin it for him. "Tell you what Nathein." his name purring out dangerously as a half-step closer is taken "Why don't you follow me around for a day and see what it is a 'greenrider' does hhmm?" a pause follows while sarcasm touches through "You just let me know when you'd like your 'education' to begin and I'll willingly oblige." Eyes follow Madison and her huffy following of the order given. Watching the young girl for a while, the wingsecond sighs "Maddie come here." making an effort to try a half-smile at her. Hopping up off of the bench and hurrying over, Madison stands before Shanlee and nods at her giving her a salute and then standing with her hands behind her back. "Yes maam?" She asks, looking up at the greenrider. Nathein agrees, "I certainly think that would be educational. For both of us." Off the hook (or so he thinks), he folds his arms and settles back, morbid curiosity sparking interest for what Shanlee has to say to Madison after all that. Melata rolls her eyes silently at the big Candidate drama...always one it seems. She, however, tries to stay as far away from them as possible, as they don't really exist in her world until they have a dragon and are trained up a bit. Melata deciding that it really is too hot in the hatching grounds, she nods at Shanlee and other riders as she passes, heading for cooler climes. Laylia strolls up into the stands from the entrance to the bowl. Laylia has arrived. Melata walks down a short flight of steps and heads out through the entrance to the bowl. Melata has left. Shanlee is standing in near Nathein, with Madison in front of her. When Maddie presents herself front, back and quarters, Shan battles to hide the little smile "Well done candidate." a slight pause as she carefully schools her next words for the young girl "I don't like having to give out orders or grab onto people like that." trying to find Maddie's eyes, the redhead ducks her head down a little "Promise me, you won't make it necessary again?" the tone much gentler then before. As she gives the girl time to think and respond, Nathein is given a smile "Alright then Nathein then its a deal. Though how you think I'm to be educated peaks my curiosity." The combination of smile and sweet delivery of words would instantly put anyone who knew the wingsecond well on warning. "Of course Ma'am." Madison says in all honestly. "I'll give you my word that I wont make you give me orders or grab me again." She says, nodding seriously. A smile breaks Madison's face. "I promise." Nathein's answer to Shanlee is nothing more than a smile, somewhat enigmatic, somewhat smug. He continues to watch her dealings with Madison, strictly an impartial observer, but has no further fuel to add to that particular fire. Shaking her head in amusement at the now recalcitrant Madison, Shan swallows a chuckle threatening to slip out "Thank you Madison." delivered with as much seriousness as the redhead could now muster. Approval for the young girl's apology sitting clearly in the look given her. Nathein too, seems to be in the wingsecond's better graces or its simply her temper waning as quickly as it fires up, for that smile coming from him is rewarded with a deliberately charming one of her own as the dark red head dips in acknowledgement of it. "I have to go do some chores, Ma'am." Madison tells Shanlee as she looks from her to look at Nathein and glares at him before she quickly masks her face if Shanlee looks her way. She gives her another warmly angelic smile. "I don't want to be late." She tells her. Nathein drags up one eyebrow at the sudden penitence from Madison. "At least now we all know whose bed will get short-sheeted." He shrugs helplessly and starts to stand as well, looks quite the martyr with the way he shakes his head in tolerant acceptance of his self-prescribed fate. Laylia makes her way towards the hatching galleries, with a pursed expression of distaste for the heat that accompanies the area. She peers into the stands before actually coming in - lest her reason for coming not even be where she was told. With her, she brings a small bundle wrapped up and held in front of her. Giving a brief fleeting smile to the occupants she finds within, it appears Shanlee gains most of her focus. "For once - you're actually where I was told you were." Shanlee doesn't miss much and eyes Madison suspiciously, but decides to give the benefit of the doubt anyway "When you go passed the kitchens tell Cook I said to give you some of her carob biscuits as well as enough for the other candidates too will you?" As Nathein stands, the wingsecond follows his height upward "Better then a tunnelsnake in it wouldn't you say?" that she agreed with him perhaps falling foul of a prank is clear. Putting out a hand to halt his departure if he sees the action "I meant it." the low words spoken to him earlier touched on. The familiar voice draws a wide, warm grin from the greenrider her turns quickly toward its source "Laylia!" as usual any words sounding like a reprimand from her older sister brings about a subtle change of near chagrin from her "I've been busy." a hand indicates the two candidates nearby "But you found me now. Something urgent." concern creases her forehead.
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