As soon as Kassia announced the start of the dance, T’rif went out to the dance floor. He’d been only there a minute or two when he recognized a familiar face off to the side. Wanting to catch up with

T'baran knew well enough that Bl'by was in fight or flight mode. He *could* say no and force Bl'by to stay at Arolos the rest of the night, knowing that it would be hard on his friends, or he could...

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"She isn't going to die, Bl'by, she is safe with her guards," T'baran answered. "Lets get to our dragons and go to the Weyr. Tiddler probably needs to be let out, yeah? Before he turns your weyr into

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T'baran's opinion of Andronda grew in that moment--he was pleased that she wa level headed enough to keep her guards from bullying them; he wasn't as sure that Kassia or Delysia would've been so quick

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Apparently the guards weren't able to just accept the fact that they had done them a favor, and were going to push all the wrong buttons. He knew that Bl'by wasn't going to take questioning well becau

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The greenrider knew that it was inevitable that guards appear at some point. There had just been an alleged attempt on Kassia's life, so it was natural to protect the other goldriders present. His att

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"What we need to do is calm down. Listen. Listen! Do you hear that?" He paused pointing at the sky. T'baran grabbed both Bl'by and V'rex, one hand on each shoulder. "No keening. No dead dragon. No dea

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T'baran was never too far from Bl'by. He gave the bluerider space, but T'baran couldn't help but be protective of the man, especially with his condition. Not only that... he'd began to notice changes

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“There she is, my sweet bubbly,” Niffin said, leaning over to speak to his wife as they danced. He spun with her over the dance floor, keeping in tune with the music as their feet expertly danced them

It was the last Day of the Midsummer Gather and everyone was looking forward to the last two big events; the Harper Open and the Gather Dance. Silfrid had been honored when the Master of the Harper Ha

It was another day at their utopic little cothold. Flits zipped in and out of between, catching flying bugs above the surface of the river’s water, sometimes getting lucky enough to swoop up a fish he

As much as T'baran loved runners, he was always at a loss for how or who to bet for. He looked at them and saw things of natural beauty be it was just... hard to pick one. Finally he losed his eyes an

Silfrid was in her office trying to get some numbers to fit into the budget. She'd been assigned some tasks by the mater archivist, most of which meant assuring that the numbers from this year matched

OoC: For reference point, set approximately one sevenday before Hatching. In-game date approximately 8.28.4.25. IC: Leodred really wasnt the kind of person that frequented the candidate’s common area,

On paper, Ambrelli was still Dytha’s direct supervisor as the Journeyman dragonhealer. So when she snuck down to the Infirmary later that day when nearly everyone was out, she found a note in her tray

OoC: Direct follow on to “JP "Slow down, you crazy child.. uh... woman" [ Dytha / R'bor ] (1/2)” * Sometime later... * It hadn't been as... ferocious as the Goldflight. But it hadn't been a million dr

The Big One was moving more than usual, the reigning overlord of this place noticed from atop his perch, a shelf that had once been filled with books that he'd knocked over over and over again until t

“Kyrel!” Aruithil exclaimed as soon as she caught sight of the boy among the crowd at the Hatching Feast. The apprenticed ducked and weaved through a few people until she finally reached him, and then

OOC: Set day after the goldflight as a follow up to "The Crime" BIC: The next day, Wycker sat in the same room again, sorting through boxes and looking through scrolls. She was quiet and focused on th

OOC: The following thread is a few hours after Dances with Dragons BIC: The Hatching Feast had ended hours ago but as always there were a few stragglers. The lovers, the drunks, and the broken hearted