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

Visiting injured and recovering riders was part of the duties of a gold rider, but when Nykantiath had suggested that Andronda make a point of visiting a very specific rider, and that maybe she should

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

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

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

It was possible that sending Garatt to the BeastCrafter quarters was the best thing they could have done. If they had kept him in the Infirmary the chance were he would have stayed there, trying to re

Kassia was supposed to be taking it easy and she was even complying. Sort of. She was at least spending more time sitting than running around and using her helpers more. She was waiting for I'des to c

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

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

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

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

Cuylar popped out of between over Attlin's hold again and then took a moment to reorient Elphith so that the landscape recalled to mind the map he had seen before. And then some twenty minutes or so l

It was difficult to fight the feeling that he shouldn’t have come. Attlin was used to being in charge of his own little world. It was a quiet lonely little world but it was his and he kept it orderly.

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

Because Arolos wasn’t Fort when a rider, even a rider like M’ayen, couldn’t take care of his dragon someone took care of it. So, as he got arrested a note had gone from the Weyrleader’s office to the

For a long time Tamalack had been Kalain's best friend. They went a lot of places together and they had gone into the whercraft together. Now they had the only two tunnel whers in captivity and Kalain

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

IC Date Reference: Set approximately two days after the events of “Playing the Devil’s Advocate” and “Getting the Truth Left A Taint Inside”. She had deliberately left it at least a day. She needed th

Had M’ayen and Ardeth in fact been at Fort it was unlikely anyone would have given the bronze another thought. The dragon of a man that deep in disgrace could fend for himself, or not, as the case mig

Flashes of his past went through T’ril’s mind. Bathing in his weyr at Fort. A dark shadow. Pain, unending pain. Garanth almost going between. And he’d been alone. So, so alone. No one should live or d