Close Call Friends
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: Halyonix, Steel
Date Posted: 13th March 2025
Characters: G'weld, Br'elt
Description: Br’elt has a close call during Threadfall but makes a friend from it.
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 4, day 11 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: Zamyth
}: I missed it! :{ Werreth shouted. Br’elt immediately felt his stomach drop as his dragon folded his wings and fell like a stone towards their target. A hair-raising heartbeat later, Werreth belched flame, destroying the tangle, and veered sharply up to avoid the cinders.
**We’re out of formation,** Br’elt said as he envisioned the mark they needed to get back to.
}: On it! :{ Werreth blinked /between/. But when he reemerged, it was at the wrong elevation. He squawked, twisted, and cried, }: Tarsenuth! :{ The bronze was in a better position to sear the Thread that was rapidly descending their way.
G’weld spotted the danger to the other pair even as Werreth called out. **Tars-** he started, but the bronze was already acting.
Tarsenuth didn't waste time with a roar, and simply tipped downward, pursuing the falling tangle that looked more like a knot than anything else, G’weld gripping onto the riding straps. }: Get clear!:{ the bronze ordered, and waited only a fraction of a moment until Werreth did so before exhaling a fireball that incinerated the Thread into a cloud of hot ash.
“OOoowheee!” Br’elt exclaimed as Werreth blinked away. He could have sworn he could feel his hair getting singed with how close that was! “Werreth, buddy, you good?”
}: I think so, :{ Werreth said as he wheeled about. }: Good save, Tarsenuth! :{
}:Mine says close calls like that deserve drinks!:{ Tarsenuth called back, even as he too blinked between and beat his wings to rise back up to his assigned position. }:Fly well Werreth!:{
}: Drinks are a deal! Fly well! :{ Werreth agreed as he focused back up.
Some hours later, once Threadfall had passed, a shirtless Br’elt, fresh from the bath asked Werreth, “So, we’re having drinks with Tarsenuth’s rider?”
}: You are. I’m going to sun. Have fun! :{
**Could you at least let him know--**
}: On it! :{ And Werreth was off to catch the last golden rays.
Tarsenuth received the message and spread his wings with a sigh, unfurling from his place next to Zamyth. }:Werreth's is ready. I will take you where you need to go.:{
G'weld chuckled, giving the bronze shoulder a slap before accepting the ride down to the Bowl. “Fusspot.” He teased.
“Is yours abandoning you to go sun as well?” Br’elt asked with a chuckle as G’weld dismounted. “Werreth wants nothing to do with me it seems!” It was a joke, clearly, offset additionally by Br’elt’s wide grin.
“Ah, I think Tars has his eye on snuggling a pretty green, actually.” G'weld said, with an easy grin of his own. “The sun may or may not be included.”
He motioned dramatically. “... Shall we?”
“Plenty of pretty greens to sun with here,” Br’elt said as he walked beside G’weld. “Werreth hasn’t really latched on to any of them yet though. He’s been spending a lot of time with the bronzes. Sometimes I think he’s really a bronze under that brown hide.”
“Well in his defense, it's really mostly Zamyth he's after.” G'weld chuckled. “Great lummox gets tetchy, sort of, when he thinks there's a blue or brown sniffing around.” He gave a sort of shrug. “And you'd be surprised. Some browns and bronzes like to be friends with one another, or a blue.”
“Zamyth’s rider is your weyrmate?” Br’elt asked conversationally.
“He is.” G’weld responded, just as easily. “Been together for a while, and transferred in together.” He made a sort of content ‘there you have it’ gesture. “What about you? Transferred in too?”
“With my best friend, C’lest,” Br’elt answered. “He’s Utreth’s rider. I mean, sometimes Werreth catches Utreth but we’re not a _couple_ couple. He’s just my best friend and…yeah, you get the idea. Not trying to make it weird. It took me a while to learn that I liked guys and girls.” Br’elt suddenly laughed. “You probably didn’t want to know that right off the bat, did you? Man, it’s been a day.”
“You're telling _me_.” G’weld agreed wholeheartedly. “That last tangle almost got Tarsenuth, felt like.”
}:It did not.:{ said bronze stated. }:I flew well.:{
G’weld shook his head. “Bronzes.” He told Br’elt, amused. “And I don't mind being flirted with, if that's where you're headed with this. And honestly I figure I always knew that I liked both. Tarsenuth certainly didn't care, or he'd never have broken shell and come racing straight for me.” He adds with a shrug. “What can I say? Strange days lead to strange topics.”
“They do indeed!” Br’elt said. He hadn’t heard of many bisexual bronzeriders and meeting another bisexual guy was always like finding another little gem in a mine, which was cool to Br’elt. “How long you been with Tarsenuth?”
“Seventeen Turns, believe it or not.” G'weld chuckled. “My first time Standing. I guess we both knew what we wanted.”
A fond look back toward where the bronze had, indeed, gone back to Zamyth. “How long've you had Werreth?”
“Seventeen!” Br’elt exclaimed. “But you…you’re barely older than me, you look like!”
G'weld grinned. “Thirty Turns and counting.” he responded, proudly. “And better every day, with Tars at my side.”
“Hey, I’m thirty Turns too! Alright, what’s the dumbest thing you did in weyrlinghood?”
“Well, there was this one time a few of the other Weyrlings and I decided that our Weyrlingmaster was keeping a nice vintage of Benden red all to himself, so, ah, _naturally_ we tried to help ourselves.”
He winced. “We were caught of course. Tars isn't exactly _subtle_.”
Br’elt laughed. “Bronzes usually aren’t. Shells, browns aren’t much better on that. Dumbest thing Werreth and I did during weyrling training was training to keep up with my best friend’s green during a clip and dive maneuver. Let me tell you that rock is not soft and browns cannot keep up with greens on a tight turn.”
G'weld winced. “Yeah I don't imagine that was… pleasant.” He said. “Oh… here's one I remember. We'd have our dragons fly out over the Lake-- and then we'd _jump_.”
“Okay, that sounds fun even as an adult,” Br’elt admitted. “How high up were you though? Water can hurt from too high up, right?”
“Not too high.” G’weld assured him. “And it certainly is. As long as your dragon doesn’t decide to dive in right after you.” He winced theatrically, then laughed. “Joking. And of course we never jumped from more than a few lengths.” A pause, then he added, “Maybe I’ll teach you sometime. Dragon diving.”
“So long as Werreth doesn’t get the idea that he can dive in after me,” Br’elt replied. “How about next restday? I’ve got a free afternoon.”
“Sounds good to me.” G'weld chuckled, and winked. “Just have your dragon bespeak Tarsenuth and we'll be right there.”
Last updated on the March 20th 2025