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Compendium of the Arcane

A place for standalones in the past and present

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Fort
Essa of Bronze Gectusith
Quinn of Bronze-White Louicyth
Wingleader S'bor of Bronze Yugoth
ACM Estelle of Brown Jaehaeryth
Faralyn of Brown Grooth
Ieyasu of Brown Ieyask
P'pin of Brown Palath
T'rin of Brown Celeth
G'er of Garnet Neozeoth
Lily of Garnet Eridieth
Relli of Garnet Rellivask and Blue Relsk
Augury of Blue Velveth
Chrysanthe of Blue Bidath
D'vir of Blue Cainhurth
Gellera of Blue Virtrath
Miryem of Blue Riwenth
Thor of Blue Hinokath
Elyron of Green Elyrosk
Kiriani of Green Tabesleuth
Wingsecond L'ir of Green Byth
S'atyl of Green Nineveth
Makoto of White Usakinth
Wingsecond Tyrion of White Voluntauth
High Reaches
Hela of Bronze Helsk and Brown Hesk
Schneizel of Bronze Damocleth
Azul of Brown Claarisath
Di'a of Brown Kasshuth
Dobby of Brown Kersuth
Wingleader Myalla of Brown Enarth
Th'ou of Brown Pavith
Wingsecond D'ark of Garnet Masreith
Eliza of Garnet Riaath
Squadsecond Tomas of Garnet Tomask and White Tsk
Allura of Blue Sendaith
Weyrling Master Camilla of Blue Kamuith
Jae of Blue Zappath
Sandy of Blue Rugrunth
Tamara of Blue Requeth
Zhuli of Blue Zhusk and Blue Lisk
Ailee of Green Suventh
Kanon of Green Kibeth
Kip of Green Amizuth
Numann of Green Rannath
Sokka of Green Wintrath
T'ir of Green Blysith
Riku of White Taissath
Norell
Semaca Weyr
Arena of Void Oscamith
Alayna of Gold Wyzeth
Al'bus of Bronze Matanuth
Noor of Bronze Nuunieth
Hermione of Brown Echoneth
Sage of Brown Wisketoth
Shuri of Brown Motath
Varda of Brown Magmeth
Ly'nk of Garnet Sakuyath
Maui of Garnet Mausk and Blue Mask (W)
Uruk of Garnet Georsath
Anoni of Blue Cermurith
Artemis of Blue Phoebuth
Corleon of Blue Corleosk
Candidatemaster Naxen of Blue Anitoth
Point Rigel of Blue Cygneth
Ya'ra of Blue Dymrith
Ariel of Green Kshatriyath
Rhea of Green Rheask
Captain Vella of Green Vellask and Magma Vesk
V'rell of Green Peridoth
Wyatt of Green Emilith
Laera of White Tarth
Kowal of White Kowalsk
R'tan of White Mazath
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Lost and Found
Spring, 2752- Fort Weyr


Myalla had never been between before. She could still feel the cold biting her fingers and toes, a nothingness that wanted to eat her from the inside out. How did riders stand it? To face such a place every day? To know it was the last thing you might ever feel if you never came out?

She wasn't between anymore. But it was easier to focus on the memory of the sharp bite of cold and black then where she was. Alone. Somewhere that looked like home but wasn't. They had left her here. Why had they left her here?

Myalla always tried her best to keep out of trouble and keep her head down. Why had they left her here in the dark? She shivered and curled herself tight and tried not to cry as she watched the sky. Surely they'd come back for her. They had to come back for her. Even if she didn't make herself useful enough to Golre...they couldn't just leave her here, could she?

She was still standing there when the guards found her, waiting and staring at the sky.
Fort
Essa of Bronze Gectusith
Quinn of Bronze-White Louicyth
Wingleader S'bor of Bronze Yugoth
ACM Estelle of Brown Jaehaeryth
Faralyn of Brown Grooth
Ieyasu of Brown Ieyask
P'pin of Brown Palath
T'rin of Brown Celeth
G'er of Garnet Neozeoth
Lily of Garnet Eridieth
Relli of Garnet Rellivask and Blue Relsk
Augury of Blue Velveth
Chrysanthe of Blue Bidath
D'vir of Blue Cainhurth
Gellera of Blue Virtrath
Miryem of Blue Riwenth
Thor of Blue Hinokath
Elyron of Green Elyrosk
Kiriani of Green Tabesleuth
Wingsecond L'ir of Green Byth
S'atyl of Green Nineveth
Makoto of White Usakinth
Wingsecond Tyrion of White Voluntauth
High Reaches
Hela of Bronze Helsk and Brown Hesk
Schneizel of Bronze Damocleth
Azul of Brown Claarisath
Di'a of Brown Kasshuth
Dobby of Brown Kersuth
Wingleader Myalla of Brown Enarth
Th'ou of Brown Pavith
Wingsecond D'ark of Garnet Masreith
Eliza of Garnet Riaath
Squadsecond Tomas of Garnet Tomask and White Tsk
Allura of Blue Sendaith
Weyrling Master Camilla of Blue Kamuith
Jae of Blue Zappath
Sandy of Blue Rugrunth
Tamara of Blue Requeth
Zhuli of Blue Zhusk and Blue Lisk
Ailee of Green Suventh
Kanon of Green Kibeth
Kip of Green Amizuth
Numann of Green Rannath
Sokka of Green Wintrath
T'ir of Green Blysith
Riku of White Taissath
Norell
Semaca Weyr
Arena of Void Oscamith
Alayna of Gold Wyzeth
Al'bus of Bronze Matanuth
Noor of Bronze Nuunieth
Hermione of Brown Echoneth
Sage of Brown Wisketoth
Shuri of Brown Motath
Varda of Brown Magmeth
Ly'nk of Garnet Sakuyath
Maui of Garnet Mausk and Blue Mask (W)
Uruk of Garnet Georsath
Anoni of Blue Cermurith
Artemis of Blue Phoebuth
Corleon of Blue Corleosk
Candidatemaster Naxen of Blue Anitoth
Point Rigel of Blue Cygneth
Ya'ra of Blue Dymrith
Ariel of Green Kshatriyath
Rhea of Green Rheask
Captain Vella of Green Vellask and Magma Vesk
V'rell of Green Peridoth
Wyatt of Green Emilith
Laera of White Tarth
Kowal of White Kowalsk
R'tan of White Mazath
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A Dangerous Woman
Fall, 2767- Fort Weyr


Vella needed a drink and she had one, albeit not the hard alcohol she'd have liked. Warm mulled cider for a frigid northern day. She'd forgotten how cold it got up at Fort. She didn't miss it. But she'd gotten what she came for. She'd seen her sister's new baby, brought her little nieces and nephews gifts from the south and now she was back at Fort Weyr, waiting for her ride to turn up.

It was always weird being back home. It seemed so...peaceful. Almost fake in its sheer domestic tranquility. Maybe another woman would have been jealous. Vella wasn't.

She was more than ready to get back to killing felines, leading her merry band of wherhandlers and trying to stop Semacans from making stupid choices that'd get them killed.

Vella loved her family but it had been many, many turns since she'd belonged with them.

It was that time between day and night when handlers were just waking up and riders were starting to drift off to sleep. The only other one still in the dining hall was a short, oddly built white rider who wore the knots of wingsecond. He'd clearly had more to drink that she had judging by way he was watching her. Vella wasn't the sort of woman smart or at least sober men leered at. Even her occasional bedmates remembered she had a knife and a wher and wasn't afraid to use them.

She raised an eyebrow in a quiet challenge. A sensible man would have backed off then.

He seemed to take it as an invitation to come right over and continue looking her over, "You're a lovely woman, really. No need to look so shocked. I'm not a lovely man but I am very, very rich..."

Yep. He was definitely drunk. Vella let out a bark of laughter, "Is that how you always pick up women, wingsecond? I would guess you are perpetually lonely."

"Extremely," he admitted, "But bedmates...Ah never any harm in a bit of fun. And a wingsecond's knots, a lordly father and a purse of marks make up for many failings..."

He reached out a hand. She didn't think he really meant it. She slapped it away, but not hard enough to do any lasting damage, "You think you're very charming, don't you? But you're not even really interested."

"Well that would be news to me...I think you underestimate your appeal, my dear."

Anyone who would call Vella his dear...She just chuckled, "Oh I'm sure you think you mean it. You're drunk after all. But I'm not your type."

"Really? Enlighten me," he ordered like some indolent lord.

"You like holding all the cards," Vella obliged because she was bored and it'd be another candlemark before her lift home showed off. And because she didn't often have a chance to match her wits against another's these days without lives hanging on the outcome, "You didn't try to seduce, coax or persuade me. No- your first move was to declare yourself rich and important and try to establish yourself as my superior. You don't want a bedmate who is your equal. You want one you can control. I'm sure you like a pretty face and shapely body as much as the next man but it's not even really about sex for you. It's about power."

"Isn't it always? Don't tell me you'd forsk a man who was your lesser."

"I wouldn't forsk someone who's in my line of command, no. I also wouldn't forsk someone who acted like a child or a fool. But would I forsk someone who didn't hold equal rank? Who wasn't rich or Blooded or beautiful? Yes. But I wouldn't forsk someone who saw me as inferior. Or who was doing it simply because he was bored and I was there."

"Touche," he acknowledged with a tip of his cup, "Tyrion of White Voluntauth, wingsecond of Aurora."

"Vella of green Vellask and magma Vesk, captain of the Weyr guard, Semaca weyr. As you'd know if you weren't drunk off your rocker. Grab my ass and I'll break your nose. Keep your hands to yourself and I see no reason we can't have a perfectly nice chat."
Fort
Essa of Bronze Gectusith
Quinn of Bronze-White Louicyth
Wingleader S'bor of Bronze Yugoth
ACM Estelle of Brown Jaehaeryth
Faralyn of Brown Grooth
Ieyasu of Brown Ieyask
P'pin of Brown Palath
T'rin of Brown Celeth
G'er of Garnet Neozeoth
Lily of Garnet Eridieth
Relli of Garnet Rellivask and Blue Relsk
Augury of Blue Velveth
Chrysanthe of Blue Bidath
D'vir of Blue Cainhurth
Gellera of Blue Virtrath
Miryem of Blue Riwenth
Thor of Blue Hinokath
Elyron of Green Elyrosk
Kiriani of Green Tabesleuth
Wingsecond L'ir of Green Byth
S'atyl of Green Nineveth
Makoto of White Usakinth
Wingsecond Tyrion of White Voluntauth
High Reaches
Hela of Bronze Helsk and Brown Hesk
Schneizel of Bronze Damocleth
Azul of Brown Claarisath
Di'a of Brown Kasshuth
Dobby of Brown Kersuth
Wingleader Myalla of Brown Enarth
Th'ou of Brown Pavith
Wingsecond D'ark of Garnet Masreith
Eliza of Garnet Riaath
Squadsecond Tomas of Garnet Tomask and White Tsk
Allura of Blue Sendaith
Weyrling Master Camilla of Blue Kamuith
Jae of Blue Zappath
Sandy of Blue Rugrunth
Tamara of Blue Requeth
Zhuli of Blue Zhusk and Blue Lisk
Ailee of Green Suventh
Kanon of Green Kibeth
Kip of Green Amizuth
Numann of Green Rannath
Sokka of Green Wintrath
T'ir of Green Blysith
Riku of White Taissath
Norell
Semaca Weyr
Arena of Void Oscamith
Alayna of Gold Wyzeth
Al'bus of Bronze Matanuth
Noor of Bronze Nuunieth
Hermione of Brown Echoneth
Sage of Brown Wisketoth
Shuri of Brown Motath
Varda of Brown Magmeth
Ly'nk of Garnet Sakuyath
Maui of Garnet Mausk and Blue Mask (W)
Uruk of Garnet Georsath
Anoni of Blue Cermurith
Artemis of Blue Phoebuth
Corleon of Blue Corleosk
Candidatemaster Naxen of Blue Anitoth
Point Rigel of Blue Cygneth
Ya'ra of Blue Dymrith
Ariel of Green Kshatriyath
Rhea of Green Rheask
Captain Vella of Green Vellask and Magma Vesk
V'rell of Green Peridoth
Wyatt of Green Emilith
Laera of White Tarth
Kowal of White Kowalsk
R'tan of White Mazath
Steward Molly
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Not Just Words
Fall, 2767


Yugoth didn't wait to see who Nornth chose. It didn't matter. As soon as he was far enough from the Flight, he turned away and flew back to his own ledge, head bowed in shame as he greeted his rider, I'm sorry, S'bor.

Because it had been the right thing to do. It had also cost his rider the chance to be weyrleader- the title all bronzeriders rightly aspired to. And Nornth could yet retaliate. Yugoth had all but called her a murderer, in public, in the middle of her maiden flight. It was bad.

But S'bor just smiled and wrapped his arms around Yugoth's neck, There is nothing to apologize for. I'm proud of you.

S'bor had never thought it possible but he missed Tuckal. For all her youth and impetuousness...She had never let Serapheth's flights turn into a bloodbath for all that Serapheth was herself volatile and often violent. There was a difference between a bit of a melee and what this had been- a massacre.

Neither bronze nor rider had any illusions- Nornth was still Serapheth's precious queen daughter and they were just another bronzepair. This could cost them their post. It was still worth it.

So...I hear Semaca's lovely and very welcoming to riders fleeing certain golds... Maybe they didn't have Harpers there. BLAZE was a Harper. Which should have been all the warning S'bor needed.

Semaca is a weyr of heretics and abominations, Yugoth's eyes whirled red at the thought he would belong amongst such creatures even as he admitted, Perhaps they would benefit from our example. Only if Serapheth demands it of us, of course. I will not leave on Nornth's orders.

S'bor nodded. Fort Weyr was the only home he'd ever known. He would not leave without a fight. It was just important to remember there were always choices.
Fort
Essa of Bronze Gectusith
Quinn of Bronze-White Louicyth
Wingleader S'bor of Bronze Yugoth
ACM Estelle of Brown Jaehaeryth
Faralyn of Brown Grooth
Ieyasu of Brown Ieyask
P'pin of Brown Palath
T'rin of Brown Celeth
G'er of Garnet Neozeoth
Lily of Garnet Eridieth
Relli of Garnet Rellivask and Blue Relsk
Augury of Blue Velveth
Chrysanthe of Blue Bidath
D'vir of Blue Cainhurth
Gellera of Blue Virtrath
Miryem of Blue Riwenth
Thor of Blue Hinokath
Elyron of Green Elyrosk
Kiriani of Green Tabesleuth
Wingsecond L'ir of Green Byth
S'atyl of Green Nineveth
Makoto of White Usakinth
Wingsecond Tyrion of White Voluntauth
High Reaches
Hela of Bronze Helsk and Brown Hesk
Schneizel of Bronze Damocleth
Azul of Brown Claarisath
Di'a of Brown Kasshuth
Dobby of Brown Kersuth
Wingleader Myalla of Brown Enarth
Th'ou of Brown Pavith
Wingsecond D'ark of Garnet Masreith
Eliza of Garnet Riaath
Squadsecond Tomas of Garnet Tomask and White Tsk
Allura of Blue Sendaith
Weyrling Master Camilla of Blue Kamuith
Jae of Blue Zappath
Sandy of Blue Rugrunth
Tamara of Blue Requeth
Zhuli of Blue Zhusk and Blue Lisk
Ailee of Green Suventh
Kanon of Green Kibeth
Kip of Green Amizuth
Numann of Green Rannath
Sokka of Green Wintrath
T'ir of Green Blysith
Riku of White Taissath
Norell
Semaca Weyr
Arena of Void Oscamith
Alayna of Gold Wyzeth
Al'bus of Bronze Matanuth
Noor of Bronze Nuunieth
Hermione of Brown Echoneth
Sage of Brown Wisketoth
Shuri of Brown Motath
Varda of Brown Magmeth
Ly'nk of Garnet Sakuyath
Maui of Garnet Mausk and Blue Mask (W)
Uruk of Garnet Georsath
Anoni of Blue Cermurith
Artemis of Blue Phoebuth
Corleon of Blue Corleosk
Candidatemaster Naxen of Blue Anitoth
Point Rigel of Blue Cygneth
Ya'ra of Blue Dymrith
Ariel of Green Kshatriyath
Rhea of Green Rheask
Captain Vella of Green Vellask and Magma Vesk
V'rell of Green Peridoth
Wyatt of Green Emilith
Laera of White Tarth
Kowal of White Kowalsk
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Better Part of Valor
Fall, 2767

TW: Trauma, abuse, self-blame
Why did this keeping happening to Ya'ra? Every time she thought she'd found someone good...a lover, a friend...it ended like this. With blood and violence and the dawning horrified realization that the wrongness had always been there. She'd just chosen to ignore it. Maybe her judgment wasn't as sharp as she'd thought.

And this time...it wasn't just her. It was Dymrith. Who had thought Nornth deserved a CHANCE and tried to teach her right from wrong. He'd thought she was his FRIEND and a good dragon. Until he saw her with her muzzle covered in blood.

Ya'ra knew exactly what the Bendenites had been doing. She had offered to punch them a few times. But there was a different between breaking someone's nose and killing their dragon.

They'd been overly ambitious pains in the ass and a lot of them had been rude and intolerant and cruel. But they'd never actually hurt Blaze or Nornth or any other Fortian. None of them had so much as touched Nornth.

Maybe Kujumath had been close enough to be a threat. Why had the others needed to die?

When Ya'ra left Aidan, she had sworn she'd never run again. It had been a lie.

Dymrith still stood there, utterly silent, gaze fixed on the bronze Nornth had torn to shreds. He'd been sitting there for candlemarks, her always verbose dragon finally at a loss for words. At first, he'd tried to fly after them- sure he could talk Nornth down. It had only been Ya'ra's own will that stopped him. And ever since she'd ordered him to stay, he'd just sat there...watching in silence.

Ya'ra's bag was already packed and her transfer papers were signed. Some would say she owed Blaze a goodbye and an explanation.

She would have agreed before his dragon had four bronzes torn to pieces.

Dragons like Nornth didn't change. She wasn't just going to let the one dragon she tolerated leave without a fight. Ya'ra wasn't taking that chance.

And Nornth adored Blaze. If he'd said no, she would have stopped. Which meant he hadn't. Which meant he was just like Aidan. Only he had a gold instead of a knife. Dangerous people couldn't be reasoned with.

Ya'ra and Dymrith would just have to make do with Semaca. And Ya'ra was never letting anyone close again. Because clearly her taste was utter crap.
Fort
Essa of Bronze Gectusith
Quinn of Bronze-White Louicyth
Wingleader S'bor of Bronze Yugoth
ACM Estelle of Brown Jaehaeryth
Faralyn of Brown Grooth
Ieyasu of Brown Ieyask
P'pin of Brown Palath
T'rin of Brown Celeth
G'er of Garnet Neozeoth
Lily of Garnet Eridieth
Relli of Garnet Rellivask and Blue Relsk
Augury of Blue Velveth
Chrysanthe of Blue Bidath
D'vir of Blue Cainhurth
Gellera of Blue Virtrath
Miryem of Blue Riwenth
Thor of Blue Hinokath
Elyron of Green Elyrosk
Kiriani of Green Tabesleuth
Wingsecond L'ir of Green Byth
S'atyl of Green Nineveth
Makoto of White Usakinth
Wingsecond Tyrion of White Voluntauth
High Reaches
Hela of Bronze Helsk and Brown Hesk
Schneizel of Bronze Damocleth
Azul of Brown Claarisath
Di'a of Brown Kasshuth
Dobby of Brown Kersuth
Wingleader Myalla of Brown Enarth
Th'ou of Brown Pavith
Wingsecond D'ark of Garnet Masreith
Eliza of Garnet Riaath
Squadsecond Tomas of Garnet Tomask and White Tsk
Allura of Blue Sendaith
Weyrling Master Camilla of Blue Kamuith
Jae of Blue Zappath
Sandy of Blue Rugrunth
Tamara of Blue Requeth
Zhuli of Blue Zhusk and Blue Lisk
Ailee of Green Suventh
Kanon of Green Kibeth
Kip of Green Amizuth
Numann of Green Rannath
Sokka of Green Wintrath
T'ir of Green Blysith
Riku of White Taissath
Norell
Semaca Weyr
Arena of Void Oscamith
Alayna of Gold Wyzeth
Al'bus of Bronze Matanuth
Noor of Bronze Nuunieth
Hermione of Brown Echoneth
Sage of Brown Wisketoth
Shuri of Brown Motath
Varda of Brown Magmeth
Ly'nk of Garnet Sakuyath
Maui of Garnet Mausk and Blue Mask (W)
Uruk of Garnet Georsath
Anoni of Blue Cermurith
Artemis of Blue Phoebuth
Corleon of Blue Corleosk
Candidatemaster Naxen of Blue Anitoth
Point Rigel of Blue Cygneth
Ya'ra of Blue Dymrith
Ariel of Green Kshatriyath
Rhea of Green Rheask
Captain Vella of Green Vellask and Magma Vesk
V'rell of Green Peridoth
Wyatt of Green Emilith
Laera of White Tarth
Kowal of White Kowalsk
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L'ron's Legacy
Late Fall, 2767


D'ark was pretty sure he could expect a visit from Dobby soon. So he decided to do it first. The young ones couldn't walk very far yet and his weyr wasn't particularly near the weyrling barracks.

Your tongue won't fall out if you just admit you want to congratulate him, you know, Masreith advised tartly, You're allowed to care about more people than just M'love. In fact, I'd venture to say she would agree that you having a friend is a GOOD thing.

It was more complicated than that. D'ark's father had raised Dobby and done a shitty hob which meant D'ark was responsible for cleaning up his mess and helping Dobby have a normal life. Dobby showed up in D'ark's room at odd times and treated D'ark like he held the answers to all the world's mystery. D'ark was fairly sure that not was what most people meant by making friends.

None of which was to say D'ark didn't want to congratulate him. He was glad he'd Impressed. D'ark didn't believe that most people needed a dragon to make them whole but Dobby wasn't most people. Maybe he did need someone in his head to help him figure out what normal was.

You're right. I do want to congratulate him.

Because they were something like friends and because Dobby would be so disappointed if D'ark didn't and so excited that D'ark had come to visit him for once. It was the right thing to do and enough wrong had been done to Dobby by members of D'ark's family that D'ark did in fact care about doing right by him.

And...there were things D'ark needed to say. He'd thought it over for a few candlemarks and asked Masreith and one of his wingmates to go through it with him. Because this had to end. D'ark couldn't and shouldn't be the center of Dobby's universe and Dobby shouldn't be asked to fight D'ark's battles.
---
No matter how many times Dobby wrote it, it never came out RIGHT. The letters were too slanted or the words were all wrong or the paper was wrinkled in one corner. Stupid, stupid, stupid Dobby. Couldn't even get a letter right.

Or maybe someone who'd make you feel stupid over a bit of smudge ink isn't worth writing to, kid. I think you already know that and that's why you haven't sent it already, Kersuth said as he lifted his head to peer straight at his rider who sat surrounded by crumpled parchment and hadn't yet said a word about the waste.

Don't be silly. Dobby loves Master L'ron. Master L'ron sent Dobby here. Master L'ron is too kind to Dobby.

Lie to me all you want but you can't lie to yourself, kid, Kersuth said as he turned towards the sound footsteps. It was a blond man and a garnet dragon and being bound to Dobby as he was, Kersuth couldn't help but know them on sight, D'ark. Grandma.

Why hello there... Masreith's eyes were warm and Kersuth trotted to give her a small, restrained nuzzle of greeting.

I'm Kersuth. And you know the kid. Think he could use your rider's help with some sort of a letter or something.

"Lord D'ark!" Lord D'ark was here! In Dobby's home! Oh but he hadn't unpacked yet and there was paper EVERYWHERE. He blushed to the tip of his ears at the sight of the mess and at Kersuth's suggestion. He would NEVER bother Lord D'ark with something as trivial as one of his meager letters.

"May I see?" Lord D'ark asked politely and because Dobby would never REFUSE him, he handed him the current draft.

"Dobby is sorry it isn't very good."

Use your I's kid. You're a person too, Kersuth reminded him as he nudged Masreith with his wing, I think we should leave the humans to their talk, Grandma. Want to go for a walk? I can show you where my favorite rocks are.

As the dragon's left, D'ark frowned at Dobby's letter and Dobby was sorry whatever he'd written had made D'ark sad. The silence stretched and stretched as finally Lord D'ark said, "Don't send this. He doesn't deserve it."

"But Lord D'ark..."

"And don't call me Lord D'ark anymore," D'ark interrupted with a deep breath as if he was steeling himself, "You have a dragon now, Dobby. And was does it say about him if you bow to me?"

Dobby had never thought about it that way. He still had trouble thinking of himself as someone with a dragon at all.

"Listen, Dobby...you can't serve me anymore," D'ark said and Dobby's heart stopped in his chest. D'ark had never let him serve him but when he said it that way it sounded so final, "You've Impressed. I can't be your first duty anymore. Kersuth needs to be. That's where your loyalty belongs- yours with him and his with you."

"But then who's going to protect you? And take care of you and bring you your klah just the way you like it?"

"Dobby...none of those things were ever your responsibility in the first place. I'm an adult and a wingsecond in my own right," D'ark's voice was so cool and calm as if it didn't break his heart at all, "You're a child with a young dragon. It's my job to see that you have all you need and keep you safe, not the other way around. Because if I can't fight off the danger myself, it's not fair to expect you to."

"But Master L'ron said..."

"My father lied," D'ark said as if it were a cold, solid fact, "And even if he didn't, you're a weyrling now. That's your job, not babysitting me. Kersuth needs you. Masreith and I will be just fine on our own."

"Can't I still write to Master L'ron?"

For some reason, that made D'ark smile the sort of smile Dobby had always wanted, proud and bright and happy.

"I think I should write this one, Dobby. He's my father and you're my friend. If he writes you again...bring it straight to me."
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The last thing D'ark needed was another battle to fight. But until now, he'd had Dobby fighting it for him and that wasn't fair. L'ron was his father and his burden to bear. He'd been avoiding the question every since Dobby returned. But no longer. He would write him. Maybe he get some answers. At the very least he could make it clear that Dobby was off limits.

And that D'ark himself was no longer the scared, helpless weyrbrat L'ron had left behind. He could fight back. Somehow...the idea had never dawned on him. But he was a grown rider and a wingsecond. He didn't simply have to roll over, show his belly and give his father whatever he wanted. He could say NO. The thought was both terrifying and completely and utterly freeing.

But that was a battle for tomorrow. Today, Dobby was looking at him with wide trusting eyes and smiling like D'ark had just promised him the keys to all Pern, "Dobby and Lord D'ark are...friends?"

"Of course we are," D'ark said, no matter what he'd argued to Masreith. How could he deny something that made him so happy? "And my friends call me D'ark. Come on. Let's go find the dragons. I want to meet this Kersuth of yours and remind him that if he is not kind to you...Masreith will be highly displeased."

D'ark let the implied threat linger. Masreith might be a grandmother now but she'd lost none of her inner fire. Kersuth would do well not to piss her off.
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Th'ou of Brown Pavith
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Eliza of Garnet Riaath
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Allura of Blue Sendaith
Weyrling Master Camilla of Blue Kamuith
Jae of Blue Zappath
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Zhuli of Blue Zhusk and Blue Lisk
Ailee of Green Suventh
Kanon of Green Kibeth
Kip of Green Amizuth
Numann of Green Rannath
Sokka of Green Wintrath
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You Are Not Alone

She was on the sands again. Azul had promised herself she’d never be back here, when Fort offered her sanctuary without condition. She’d thought it was over. That she was free. But...it was the right thing to do. Fort had taken her in. She owed the weyr her best. And this was all she’d ever really had to offer.

The world was changing right in front of her. A bronze had chosen a woman. If this wasn’t just a fluke...if this was the start of something real...the world would never be the same. Surely that was more important than the fate of any one candidate. Nobody was even looking at her. Every eye, she imagined, was on Esther. Or perhaps the little green, pretty and sweet.

She still stood with her head held high, breathing as steadily as she could manage as the next egg cracked and a brown deliberately stepped towards the boys, looking them over one by one. And then he hesitated and glanced back towards the girls, as if noticing something that had slipped his mind.

His eyes met Azul’s and his voice rang in her head, clear and strong, as he turned towards her and leaned against her, We're in this together now, you and I. Your Claarisath will make sure to keep all the bad things away. I promise you that.

Nobody had ever kept the bad things from Azul. And here was this tiny brown offering her everything...Tears pricked her eyes as she knelt to better meet his gaze, We’ll keep them away together. I promise. I’m going to take care of you too.
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Quinn of Bronze-White Louicyth
Wingleader S'bor of Bronze Yugoth
ACM Estelle of Brown Jaehaeryth
Faralyn of Brown Grooth
Ieyasu of Brown Ieyask
P'pin of Brown Palath
T'rin of Brown Celeth
G'er of Garnet Neozeoth
Lily of Garnet Eridieth
Relli of Garnet Rellivask and Blue Relsk
Augury of Blue Velveth
Chrysanthe of Blue Bidath
D'vir of Blue Cainhurth
Gellera of Blue Virtrath
Miryem of Blue Riwenth
Thor of Blue Hinokath
Elyron of Green Elyrosk
Kiriani of Green Tabesleuth
Wingsecond L'ir of Green Byth
S'atyl of Green Nineveth
Makoto of White Usakinth
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Azul of Brown Claarisath
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Dobby of Brown Kersuth
Wingleader Myalla of Brown Enarth
Th'ou of Brown Pavith
Wingsecond D'ark of Garnet Masreith
Eliza of Garnet Riaath
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Allura of Blue Sendaith
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Jae of Blue Zappath
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Ailee of Green Suventh
Kanon of Green Kibeth
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Numann of Green Rannath
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Uruk of Garnet Georsath
Anoni of Blue Cermurith
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A Lady In Green- T'ir and Blysith's Impression

So far, the clutch was looking...not unpromising. The first egg had hatched garnet, which was not ideal, but the second had yielded a fine bronze, who had Impressed to a proper young man. And true, there had been some blood shed and a bit of mauling, but that was the fault of the candidates for forgetting their protocol. High Reaches' inability to properly train its candidates was no fault of the dragonets'.

Some might have seen the blood and the garnet as poor omens, but Tamir did not believe in superstition. The bronze had chosen well, the green had chosen quickly, the clutch was clearly healthy and now Tamir's egg was starting to rock.

She had positioned herself carefully, close enough to cause the dragonet no inconvenience but not so close as to appear presumptuous.

Tamir smiled a touch as the green broke shell. Her patterning was lovely and while Tamir didn't know enough about dragons to say whether or not she was well-formed, she had no obvious flaws. Yes, she would do very well indeed.

She didn't hesitate in approaching Tamir. Her decisiveness was indeed an excellent sign.

...And then she started to speak.

Tamir. Come. We have to go... have to go. Have to... we have to go greet Ofereth. Probably by kicking her, Blysith said.

Why had Tamir ever expected any luck? Of course, her dragon would lack proper manners and speak with a distinctive verbal tic. Maybe this weyr had corrupted her already. Maybe it was simply her nature.

It didn't matter. She was a rider now. She was T'ir. It was improper and untraditional for a woman to elide her name but T'ir had already decided to compromise. She needed to remind everyone of her new status more than she needed to obey the strict letter of propriety.

We will do no such thing. We will sit here and listen to your stomach growl until you agree to behave like a civilized dragon, T'ir crossed her arms and looked down at her dragon. They would not cause a scene on the hatching sands. That was not how they needed the weyr to remember them, We will not associate with this Ofereth. You are a proper dragon. She is not.

No we will...we will associate! Blysith all but stomped her foot in determination as she turned off to saunter away. Her rider didn't want a scene? Then she'd follow. Or she'd be the one causing the scene.

T'ir walked up behind her and scooped her into her arms, took a bucket of meat and walked as far away from the garnet as she could manage, ignoring the squirms and protests and the accidental scrape of Blysith's claws. T'ir was bigger, stronger and in charge. The sooner Blysith learned that, the better.

Now we will eat, we will smile and we will walk out of here like we like each other, T'ir said in her politest tone. It didn't matter who her dragon was. T'ir would work around her if she had to. She had a rider's knots. She was on her way up.

Blysith looked at her. T'ir looked back, I won't eat...won't eat here. I will only eat by Ofereth.

Then you won't eat, T'ir shrugged. Blysith was stubborn but so was she, And we can give your meat to some other hungry young dragon. That bronze, perhaps...

Fine, Blysith huffed with a bit of a sulk, But only...only because I'm really hungry. You're a terrible rider, do you know that?

T'ir didn't care. She was a rider and that was the only thing that mattered.
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Faralyn of Brown Grooth
Ieyasu of Brown Ieyask
P'pin of Brown Palath
T'rin of Brown Celeth
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Relli of Garnet Rellivask and Blue Relsk
Augury of Blue Velveth
Chrysanthe of Blue Bidath
D'vir of Blue Cainhurth
Gellera of Blue Virtrath
Miryem of Blue Riwenth
Thor of Blue Hinokath
Elyron of Green Elyrosk
Kiriani of Green Tabesleuth
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S'atyl of Green Nineveth
Makoto of White Usakinth
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Schneizel of Bronze Damocleth
Azul of Brown Claarisath
Di'a of Brown Kasshuth
Dobby of Brown Kersuth
Wingleader Myalla of Brown Enarth
Th'ou of Brown Pavith
Wingsecond D'ark of Garnet Masreith
Eliza of Garnet Riaath
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Allura of Blue Sendaith
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Jae of Blue Zappath
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What's Lost Cannot Be Found

Essa had spent two days searching. She had gone to every weyr. They'd all had the same answer. They knew nothing. They were sorry. They'd tell her if anything changed. A wherhandler at Semaca had told her to ask their sailors' colony. They'd known nothing either. Essa had even asked with the rebels of Fort Hold. They hadn't been happy to see her there but she didn't think they were lying either, when they said they knew nothing.

It was as if the eggs had simply disappeared.

Essa was exhausted. It felt like the cold of between still clung to her skin and her riding leathers were covered in two continent's worth of grime and dust. But she had to tell her brother. The news couldn't wait.

She found him still on the hatching sands, staring at nothing, fists clenched at his side, exhaustion written clearly on his face. Neozeoth was gone. Essa presumed she was still searching. Neozeoth wasn't a dragon who gave up easily.

"They took them. A dragon. What kind of dragon steals innocent eggs?" G'er asked, his voice numb and cold.

"A bad one. Not every dragon or rider is a hero," Essa said as she slid onto the stands besides him.

"I know. A rider poisoned Neo. Nornth wanted to see bronzes die. The Trailblazers killed people when they hatched," G'er said in that same un-G'er-like tone. He went silent for a moment, "What do you think will happen to them?"

"They were taken by a rider," Essa tried her best to sound reassuring, "They went to a lot of trouble to take these eggs. They'll know what they need and they'll take care of them."

"But their riders are here," G'er said, finally turning to look at Essa, "They found them at the Touching. Neo told me so. They need their partners."

"I don't really believe each dragon and rider has one destined partner," Essa said, "I think they do their best to pick from the choices they have. They don't become a pair because of some magic moment at the Touching or even Impression. They become a pair by working hard and growing together. It's not fate that makes a bond. It's people and dragons learning to live together. These dragons will have that too."

What had happened wasn't right and wasn't fair, but Essa had to hope that somewhere, the eggs were out there and the dragonets were going to be okay. Maybe someday, they'd find their own way back home.

"We're not going to stop looking, G'er. But even if we don't find them, the eggs are going to be okay."

G'er looked away, "Stop lying, Essa. You and Relli and everyone else keep trying to tell me it's okay but it isn't. It can't be. Neozeoth's eggs are gone. I failed her. I need to find them. It's the only way I can make it right."

"You were drugged, G'er. The only rider to blame is the one who stole them."

G'er's eyes were hard, "And when I find them, I'm going to kill them."

"And if you do, you'll never be able to live with yourself," Essa said. She'd seen the riders who'd survived the war. She knew their nightmares. It wasn't an easy thing, to take a life. It wasn't something she wished for her brother, "When we find them, we'll turn them over to Tuckal for justice. That is our way."

"But they didn't hurt Tuckal. They hurt me. They hurt Neozeoth. Tuckal doesn't get to decide just because she rides a queen."

"No, it's because Tuckal is weyrwoman. This is her job. It isn't yours. This isn't something you need to do."

"I'm Neozeoth's rider. It's my job to avenge her clutch."
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Wingleader S'bor of Bronze Yugoth
ACM Estelle of Brown Jaehaeryth
Faralyn of Brown Grooth
Ieyasu of Brown Ieyask
P'pin of Brown Palath
T'rin of Brown Celeth
G'er of Garnet Neozeoth
Lily of Garnet Eridieth
Relli of Garnet Rellivask and Blue Relsk
Augury of Blue Velveth
Chrysanthe of Blue Bidath
D'vir of Blue Cainhurth
Gellera of Blue Virtrath
Miryem of Blue Riwenth
Thor of Blue Hinokath
Elyron of Green Elyrosk
Kiriani of Green Tabesleuth
Wingsecond L'ir of Green Byth
S'atyl of Green Nineveth
Makoto of White Usakinth
Wingsecond Tyrion of White Voluntauth
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Schneizel of Bronze Damocleth
Azul of Brown Claarisath
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Dobby of Brown Kersuth
Wingleader Myalla of Brown Enarth
Th'ou of Brown Pavith
Wingsecond D'ark of Garnet Masreith
Eliza of Garnet Riaath
Squadsecond Tomas of Garnet Tomask and White Tsk
Allura of Blue Sendaith
Weyrling Master Camilla of Blue Kamuith
Jae of Blue Zappath
Sandy of Blue Rugrunth
Tamara of Blue Requeth
Zhuli of Blue Zhusk and Blue Lisk
Ailee of Green Suventh
Kanon of Green Kibeth
Kip of Green Amizuth
Numann of Green Rannath
Sokka of Green Wintrath
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Riku of White Taissath
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Hermione of Brown Echoneth
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Shuri of Brown Motath
Varda of Brown Magmeth
Ly'nk of Garnet Sakuyath
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Uruk of Garnet Georsath
Anoni of Blue Cermurith
Artemis of Blue Phoebuth
Corleon of Blue Corleosk
Candidatemaster Naxen of Blue Anitoth
Point Rigel of Blue Cygneth
Ya'ra of Blue Dymrith
Ariel of Green Kshatriyath
Rhea of Green Rheask
Captain Vella of Green Vellask and Magma Vesk
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Not All That's Broken Can Be Fixed

Elyron had had enough of High Reaches. After everything they'd suffered, everything they'd lost, still they insisted on clinging to their ways. And now they were stealing eggs? Garnet eggs? This was heresy, madness! The weyr was doomed and he didn't plan on being around to see it fall to ashes.

"Come, Elysk," he ordered, as he carefully packed his bottles of Benden red. Most of all, Elyron had had enough of the way his queen had started to look at him. High Reaches was filling her head with dangerous ideas. Fort was where everything had first gone wrong. But now, it was salvation. Once they went to Fort, everything would be better. They'd go back to how they'd been, when Golre kept everything right.

Elysk had had enough too. Even after the hatching, she had tried. She had tried to get Elyron to go to the mindhealers, to put down his wine and his hatred and to focus on what he had. He hadn't stopped. Maybe he couldn't. Maybe she wasn't reason enough for him to change. Or maybe he had always been too lost to be found again.

Elysk didn't want to go to Fort. She didn't want to leave High Reaches. And she didn't want to watch her handler slip further and further away from the man she'd known before that horrible day they'd gone to battle at Fort.

No no, she said, soft but unwavering, Elyron go. I stay stay here.

Elysk sure? Elyrosk asked, already moving to get between the gold and her handler, whose face was rapidly turning red and contorting with disbelief. Elyrosk would go with Elyron. The man was simply too much fun to mess with and life would be far too easy without Elyron accidentally thwarting all of his plans.

Sure sure, Elysk repeated. She took a last look at the one human who had been a constant in her life since the day she hatched, her most beloved companion and her bitterest sorrow.

"You can't stay! You're my wher! Mine! You'll go where I order you," Elyron screamed.

There had been a time when Elyron would never have yelled at her. When he would have stayed, because he knew this was Elysk's home too and this was where she belonged. But those days were gone, Not anymore.

Elysk didn't know where she would go or what she would do. But her future had always been hers. Elyron was going to have to be okay without her now.
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Wingleader S'bor of Bronze Yugoth
ACM Estelle of Brown Jaehaeryth
Faralyn of Brown Grooth
Ieyasu of Brown Ieyask
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Gellera of Blue Virtrath
Miryem of Blue Riwenth
Thor of Blue Hinokath
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Kiriani of Green Tabesleuth
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S'atyl of Green Nineveth
Makoto of White Usakinth
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Schneizel of Bronze Damocleth
Azul of Brown Claarisath
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Dobby of Brown Kersuth
Wingleader Myalla of Brown Enarth
Th'ou of Brown Pavith
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Eliza of Garnet Riaath
Squadsecond Tomas of Garnet Tomask and White Tsk
Allura of Blue Sendaith
Weyrling Master Camilla of Blue Kamuith
Jae of Blue Zappath
Sandy of Blue Rugrunth
Tamara of Blue Requeth
Zhuli of Blue Zhusk and Blue Lisk
Ailee of Green Suventh
Kanon of Green Kibeth
Kip of Green Amizuth
Numann of Green Rannath
Sokka of Green Wintrath
T'ir of Green Blysith
Riku of White Taissath
Norell
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Arena of Void Oscamith
Alayna of Gold Wyzeth
Al'bus of Bronze Matanuth
Noor of Bronze Nuunieth
Hermione of Brown Echoneth
Sage of Brown Wisketoth
Shuri of Brown Motath
Varda of Brown Magmeth
Ly'nk of Garnet Sakuyath
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Corleon of Blue Corleosk
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