Sh'ain wasn't even entirely sure why he still had a runner, considering how little he'd ridden it in the past Turns. Of course, paying its upkeep wasn't particularly a hardship, and his children (prim

Temeir hadn't been at the Weyr long, but he was, slowly, getting used to the work, and the schedules, though being asked to take on a Craft as well was another new experience, and he'd opted to try th

The small black canine barked several times, then darted in and grabbed the large tunnel snake by its tail, shaking it hard, then letting go when an orange tabby feline sank its claws and teeth into t

There wasn't much time that I'des didn't spend with Sunstreath, especially since the bronze's rider wasn't yet cleared for Threadfall. That didn't mean that the bronze didn't still find times when I'd

Kalain stood inside the area designated for wher playing as he watched Tyren and Sleek play together. He could remember the wher from his childhood and when R'tal had needed someone to exercise him, K

Sarati had been debating buying a runner of her own ( to which Kabelth said ((But why, Mine?)) ), but hadn't made the jump. Instead she was spending some of her extra time riding Midnight, the notorio

SilverSpark was shifting around with a restless energy as Sofianna worked on putting his tack on. The young runner was definitely ready for a run, and Sofianna was of a mind to work out some of that e

When Andronda had woken up that morning, it was decidedly much cooler than was normal for Arolos weather. After so long in the sweltering Southern heat - even in the cooler season they were currently

Cremsden wasn't really working. If he had been, he wouldn't have had Arden with him, the baby cradled carefully in one arm. No, he was offshift and hovering over a pot that was where the klah pot used

Garatt wasn't quite as sure of the herdbeast as the other animals that the BeastCraft tended to deal with. Runners he knew, the smaller animals he knew, but herdbeast were a little foreign to the boy'

Nykantiath was lying on the ledge of her weyr, taking full advantage of the sunny day to soak in the warm rays. Hers was, as usual, busy with work. Hers was almost always busy with Work, more so now t

Scare the hell out of your character. The firelizard moving at the dark at the back of the Weyr, the door that shuts by itself because the volcano is settling, the shadow that looks different at night

It was a nice enough day...by Arolos standards anyway. Which is to say it was a rainy afternoon and quite warm. Not that it bothered B'ryn much. He was from around here. Some of their transfers who ca

Zy'fen sat down hard on the bench just outside his weyr, and put the crutches beside him. The past few months of physical therapy was paying off, but it was hard work. He was worn out from that day's

Nykantiath was lying on the ledge of her weyr, taking full advantage of the sunny day to soak in the warm rays. Hers was, as usual, busy with work. Hers was almost always busy with Work, more so now t

For the past two weeks your character has really wanted something. What do they want? Do they try to get it? How? Do they succeed? "Margana." There was a coaxing tone in R'tal's voice, the one he most

Healer instructions be sharded, Kassia wasn’t going to sit around in her weyr for the remaining months of her pregnancy. She was doing her best to pass off some of her work, which meant she’d made And

Someone from your character’s past either who they never wanted to see again or who they desperately wanted to see again comes to the Weyr. Sooner or later jobs tended to get tired of Crelin. He'd do

At some point, Garatt was sure, he would have to go back to normal life. Either the Candidate Barracks or his father's Hold, one or the other seemed inevitable. But no-one had said anything about what

(OOC- backdating to just after the last Gather, when Zy'fen decided to get back on his foot.) I lived. That's what Zy'fen had to keep telling himself. "I lived." He said it out loud that time. Behind