Destined
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Duskdog, Sia
Date Posted: 14th October 2024
Characters: M'kayre, Nosarre
Description: Nosarre and M'kayre make a plan
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 23 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: T'lonas, M'thos, I'serin, Oselle
The excitement of a gold egg on the Sands was electric. While M’kayre couldn’t deny perhaps being a _little_ jealous that it wasn’t Bhelth’s doing, he also couldn’t deny that a strong clutch, with a new gold, was a good sign for the Weyr at large. And sired by a River Bluff bronze! It was a proud moment for Dragonsfall, _and_ for what little remained of River Bluff.
But it had the potential to be a proud moment for M’kayre, too.
He sought out Nosarre among the smiths. He’d been pleased that she had followed in his footsteps as a jewelcrafter, even if it were a craft he no longer had time to practice. He missed the exacting precision of it, and the pleasure at making beautiful things. He wouldn’t trade his current life for anything, of course, but there were _some_ fond memories still there, at least.
“Well,” he said, leaning against the table, “I suppose you’ve heard the news?”
Nosarre had wrapped up the piece she was working on (a gold ring with delicate, half-finished filigree that would swirl and dance around the sapphire inlay) when she saw her father approach. She would have done so anyway, but her father and the Weyrsecond deserved her full attention. "It would've been hard to miss, the way some of these riders carry on." She said with just a hint of disdain. "So it's true, then? Chioneth _finally_ laid a gold egg?"
“Tsk,” M’kayre chided. “Don’t be disrespectful. But yes. Finally. No small thanks to Aluneth, of course. Your time has come, my dear. I do hope you’re ready.”
Nosarre wrinkled her nose. Aluneth had some participation in it, she supposed, but she wasn't interested in I'serin's pompous attitude. "I've always been ready, father." She said airily, "I figure I'll wait a little while before presenting to Oselle. All the girls will be rushing to the barracks right away. I'm not one of the many."
His lip quirked slightly. “Yes. It would be embarrassing to appear too eager. A queen’s rider should have some measure of patience and decorum. Don’t wait too long, however. You don’t want to end up with the cot next to the privy. Or the pecking order already established without you.”
He smiled fully, then, amused by the antics of women -- as if the boys didn’t do the same exact song and dance.
"Oh please, the pecking order will be established around me." Nosarre answered smoothly, "Though your point about the privy is fair. I'll wait long enough to be fashionably late, but before the Searchriders have the time to drag every other eligible girl across the protectorate here. What do you know of the new Weyrlingstaff?"
“Imbeciles,” he scoffed, without hesitation. “I can’t speak to their instruction and leadership directly because I’ve not been there to suffer through it, but I’ve spoken with T’lonas and frankly, I don’t trust anyone who smiles that much. There must be an angle. Either he’s up to something that I can’t fathom, or he’s an absolute idiot, and I’m almost certain it’s the latter. I don’t trust M’thos, either. He’s kept his children close like a mother hen -- probably coddles them, and perhaps coddles the weyrlings, too, which will come to no good in the end. He strikes me as infuriatingly cocky -- far too aware of his own looks and the absolute _rot_ that passes for charm these days. He should have either been a crechemarm, or some Lady Holder’s boytoy with nothing to do but lounge around on the beach and look pretty all day. What with his ridiculous golden locks and disgusting clear blue eyes and his stupid chiseled body…”
He cleared his throat.
“...K’yne seems decent enough,” he added.
Nosarre, who had been keenly interested until about halfway through what was clearly intended to be inside thoughts, stared off into the distance. "Well, if they're incompetent, then I have nothing to worry about. Suffering a few months of them is well worth the gold dragon at the end." She considered a moment, then reached for a box of another piece she'd been working on. She flipped open the lid to show an elegant necklace with a pear-shaped yellow tourmaline. "What do you think? I think it'll work well at the hatching feast."
M’kayre looked it over with the same eye for detail that had made him a talented jewelcrafter himself, once upon a time. “Beautiful… and how appropriate, if her hide matches. No more poetic way to remind everyone that you were always destined.”
He smiled.
Last updated on the October 18th 2024