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

Sometimes you could think yourself into a circle. The case of M'ayen was one of those. What should have been simple -- moving the bronzerider back into a wing -- had turned into a headache where every

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

If you couldn't ride then watching someone else ride was... well, not *as* good but better than nothing. Garatt perched at the side of the jumping field, feet balanced on the bottom rung of the fence

There were faces you learned to remember, if only to avoid them in the future. That had been the case when Ka'an had run into his uncle a few turns back, when the man had mistaken him for his father,

Sweeps were a normal part of life for dragonriders, and Yeha and Owkobith were no exception to that. It was a duty that the pair didn't mind, even when most of the time there was little to nothing to

Aicha leaned against the door of her runner stall, eyes closed, her forehead pressed to his. It was only her first full day at Arolos weyr, and she was still in shock over the way she'd come to be her

Yawning and stretching from her sleeping spot on her bed, Stark looked up and out over the weyr. She scratched her mostly white head with her back paw, the collar around her neck jingling slightly. Sh

It was just that the Weyr was so very much. To a man mostly accustomed to being left with his own thoughts when he wasn’t out issuing orders on how things should be run it felt overwhelming. After a f

Your character wakes up and feels like it’s a new day for something. Is it a good new day or a bad new day? What happens? He'd had a good feeling about this appointment, a hopeful feeling, a 'yes, thi

Staying at the stables was like living in a constant state of terrified bliss for Garatt. Bliss because.. well, it was the stables. Terrified because this paradise surely came with a time limit, at so

One of your characters gets caught in a lie. It might be a big lie, it might be a silly lie or even just a story they made up for their kids. It might even be a lie of omission; something someone assu

Zy'fen just stared at the letter laying on the table in front of him. This was the fourth time he'd read it, and he still couldn't quite remember who the woman was. Of course, it had been more than 10

Sontal was a bit nervous, even if he was not going to admit it. The smithing was something he seemed to have a knack for, something his teachers were proud of him over. The metal knew how to listen to

A few sevendays ago: ((Mine, what are you up too?)) The curious question came from her green dragon. Mizukith's eyes whirled in a dark green, watching as her rider had paced in their weyr. Her's usual

Ioya eyed the group of candidates that grew around her. It was time to see who could scare each other the most. Usually an activity she did not participate in. But this year she figured she would try

"There was a full moon that night, but the air was full of a smoky haze that turned the moon red. It was a night filled with terrible sights and sounds. Far above, a single dragon flew -bronze by the

Through the tunnels, through the Weyr. The firelizards broke off into packs as they searched. The image of the young boy with curly dark hair was bright in their visual as they erupted like a tide of

Kassia looked at the tithe list again. She'd checked it three times and the answer never changed. She'd already checked with the other Weyrs and their answer was the same. The weather had been bad and

The stables were a place that ranked high on the list of Arch's favorites. There were tons of things to slink around and under, to creep and stalk. Plenty of prey to hunt, also. There were lots of thi