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

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

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

(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

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