Cheironth banked sharply, curving in to cut the runner off, and - with a few powerful back-beats of his wings - dropped to his haunches not far from the beast. He settled onto his forelegs a moment la

Cheironth had not wanted to linger around the lake while his lifemate pretended to knife-fight with the other weyrlings. There was nothing to be gleaned from watching them clumsily bat at each other w

How many times before had Andorath tried to command Cheironth, to no avail? How many studious lessons and tutoring sessions had he spent, trying to elevate Andorath to Nimoth's lofty height? How many

A'shran tilted his head back and shaded his eyes with a hand, leaning against the dungfork he'd been shoveling shit with just moments earlier. Sweat soaked the back of his shirt, causing the fabric to

Oachayth had never not once been anything other than wholly focused on Ponth - his prize, his beacon, his green light across the vast blue bay of the sky. The other blue, and the dragons that drove hi

Oachayth was still hella interested in catching Ponth, more now than he had been before - all the other males in the Flight brought out his rider's competitive streak in him, and he bugled to the litt

There were times when Sahari would, between bouts of drunken carousing, reflect regretfully on the path her life had taken - no responsibility, no real heart's blood friends, her children all grown an

Oachayth drew up short, head lifted sharply, eyes whirling. Then he shook himself, flight harness jangling, and nearly dislodged Sahari from his back. She swung on a safety strap, swearing black and b

Felix had come to the dining hall to eat her feelings after the rude dismissal by her person. She had a lot of feelings. Winging in with a pathetic creel, she landed on one long table and started to w

Ever since her leg had healed, Giselle had been going flat chat. First, there was the running onto the sands incident, which had meant that everybody had been pulling extra shifts and stuff because, w

It was a higgledy-piggledy panicked sort of packing, the sort of packing that you do when you haven’t got a plan beyond running. Garatt stuffed in books - books were important - and clothes without an

((Neither of you will starve as long as I am here.)) Cheironth interjected, snapping another piece of meat up as A'shran offered it, and watched the pair with whirling eyes. Only when that bit of meat

A'shran led Cheironth toward the buckets of meat, toward the other weyrlings, so overwhelmed by the entire experience that he had completely forgotten that he wasn't even supposed to technically be th

Asheran had made it onto the Sands. He had pushed his way to the center of the group as best he could, keeping his head down, throwing conspiratorially glances toward Lerian, Ronhim and Luicion, who h

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Sidyal had been held back doing more Between visualization exercises with Belleth when the Weyr shook. Her green lurched upright immediately, trumpeting her alarm and excitement, and forgot all about

"Oh, hi, Kalin!" Up alongside the guard and his wher came the fourteen year old newbie, puffing noisily from the run to catch up. Giselle's voice had been chipper and warm; her expression, however, wa

"No, I wasn't thinking about - I wasn't thinking at all, I just -" Asheran fumbled for something other to say than I was trying to stop him or I was trying to help. He felt frustration surge up in him

Asheran felt blindsided. His sorry arse? He'd just tried to stop things from escalating, had tried to help and she was yelling at him. There was a boy lying back there on the sands, maybe dead, and sh

Well, those words of quiet reassurance he had distantly expected went right off the ledge at the Weyrwoman's snapped questions. Asheran winced, then tucked his hands up under his arms, wedged in his a

"We didn't have any drudges on the cothold," Asheran said easily, unwilling to let something that bothered the other young man trail away like that. "Too small. But I was the youngest out of four, so