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The spires of High Reaches, where bronzes used to sit and secure their thrones. The wind is cold and the silence is sometimes overwhelming.
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Once upon a time, maybe not that long ago, High Reaches' Fireheights had been a tyrant's throne. Now it was farfrom that, but the view was being used at that very moment to help Alizette figure out something very important: how not to become one.

She had to keep being a good leader in a Weyr that needed good leaders -- in a wing that needed a great leader, and Alizette was concerned. Not entirely about becoming a tyrant, even though that was a fear --

I am green, Ysanith promised her. I will never become like Vizeth. You will never be like them.

"I know," she said, but the truth was Ysanith could be ruthless if she felt she had to be; she didn't want to harm anyone, but she had no tolerance for insubordination in the wings when anyone was acting out of line, she took her militaristic role very seriously. She was also usually kind, and the dragons under her took to her and looked up to her. Even with her thirst to lead, Alizette was pretty sure Ysanith only wanted this because she actually was good at it, and it was the best thing for her home.

Of course. I wish you'd consider running for Weyrleader here, but ... It was a hard concession for the dragon to make, but she made it, and it made Alizette relax instantly. The wing needs us more.

They were content just then to sit and meditate on that, Ysanith thinking about Threadfall and Alizette thinking about morale, how to keep the wing liking her and learning to trust her without being afraid she'd leave them or screw up or ... Well, it was a lot, and finding a good place to sit and stare across the bowl could go a long way to calming her down.
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Healer's A'ryti of brown Maltiroth
Dusk Tikaya of blue Tisk
Weyrling Iscah of blue Goumath
High Reaches
Weyrling K'aer of bronze Remponath
Candidate Sietske
Moonshot Wingleader Alizette of green Ysanith
Firestorm Dashiel of green Eiraeyth
Semaca
Nocturne Yasmin of garnet Tenjouth
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There is suddenly a loud squeak, and something cold and kind of damp splats right onto the green's face, cheeping very loudly.

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A bronze firelizard, barely a day old!
Fort Weyr
Senior Weyrwoman Tuckal of Gold Serapheth
[White Journey]
Wa'en of Brown Galahath
Weyrlingmaster Lexien of Brown Mikazuchith
Mirai of Green Lieuteth
N'eth of Green Azoth
Weyrling Mishima of Blue Harmoth
[Gold Moon Chip]
Weyrling F'ero of Garnet Hellfith
Vartin of Amethyst Vartisk and Garnet Varsk
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Candidate Alphinaud
Dragonless Quatre
Dragonless Angelo
[Gold Geara Zulu]
Semaca Weyr
Hecate of Almandine Cabadath
Wes of Blue Kreith
[Green Maya]
Dragonless Time
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Z'kon of Bronze Gottmitunth
Sven of Bronze Cresceth
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Clovis of Blue Artoriath
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Lelouch of Blue Isith
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Ysanith let out a startled little rumble, though thankfully one not startled enough to toss her head about or scare the poor creature away. Once she figured out what was on her, she crossed her eyes to try to get a look at him. Oh. Hello, small friend, she crooned curiously. You seem chilly and alarmed. Alizette, come help him.

"Come help your firelizard?" Alizette teased, though she could see the gravity of the situation. Even if it was a little bit of a strange way to gain a pet: firelizard hatchlings falling from the sky? "I'm coming, let me just find ..." Food: it was going to be beef jerky, which wasn't wet or squishy or anything but it was food, and a 'blanket' in the form of a hand towel.

The dragon went from holding perfectly still to bending her head forward so Splat, which she'd promptly decided must have been his name and Alizette was not going to argue, could slide down and land in the jerky-filled hand towel.

He is a good omen. We are calling him Splat.

"Not Omen?" Alizette asked, laughing, as Splat attempted to navigate the jerky while still making excited loud sounds.

No. Splat.

And so it was.
Fort
Healer's A'ryti of brown Maltiroth
Dusk Tikaya of blue Tisk
Weyrling Iscah of blue Goumath
High Reaches
Weyrling K'aer of bronze Remponath
Candidate Sietske
Moonshot Wingleader Alizette of green Ysanith
Firestorm Dashiel of green Eiraeyth
Semaca
Nocturne Yasmin of garnet Tenjouth
Weyrling Tavrie and brown Dromeath

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