Brownie Breakfast

Writers: Halyonix, Steel
Date Posted: 4th April 2025

Characters: R'lant, B'nell
Description: Two brownriders gossip over breakfast
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 5, day 4 of Turn 12

“Good morning R’lant,” B’nell greeted his Wingmate as he sat with his food at the table. The Dining Cavern was abuzz, as Threadfall was scheduled for later that day and everyone was grabbing something to eat before getting ready.

“Morning.” R'lant grunted back, blinking at what seemed to be his second, or was it _third_, cup of klah. “From Polth too.” He took another deep drink.

R'lant had quite possibly never been a morning person.

“Vorath sends his greetings too.” B’nell dug into his meal with gusto because who knew if he was going to have the time to do it after Threadfall. “Are you ready for later? The sweeprider said there’s some rain. I hope we don’t get a storm.”

“Faranth, that'd be our luck.” R'lant sighed. “... If it storms, maybe it'll do us the courtesy of raining hard enough to drown Thread.” He sighed again. “Polth's got to work harder when it's raining, after all.” He took another long drink of klah.

“But,” B’nell pointed out with a grin, “at least we won’t get blown about like blues and greens. Browns have that staying power. That’s a win, I suppose.”

“That just means we have to watch out for random greens in our flight paths.” R’lant grumbled, though he couldn’t help a snort. “Faranth forbid. … But I see your point. Browns really are where it’s at.”

}:I would catch them.:{ Polth interjected.

}: I’ll pass on that, :{ Vorath remarked. }: The last time I tried to catch a green, she panicked and tore my wing. :{

B’nell smacked his forehead. “Oh, I had _forgotten_ about that. How is it that you remembered and I didn’t?”

}: Because it _hurt_, :{ Vorath grumbled.

R'lant sighed. “I'd say my lad is just about done catching greens, outside of duty.” He admitted, gesturing to his knots. “Healer, you know.”

B’nell grunted. “So you always get double duty on days like today, I guess. Long day ahead for you. I’m a harper. I just get to sing this evening.”

“I don't mind it.” R'lant responded. “Besides. Being a Healer is _important_.” He downed another long gulp of klah. “Crafts keep a Weyr going, way I see it.”

“What’s your favorite thing about being a Healer?” B’nell asked.

“Helping others.” R’lant responded without hesitation. “Making sure they’re mended and strong, directing them to healers with the right specialties to _truly_ help, or in the case of riders, seeing them reunite with their dragons and get back into the sky.”

A pause. “What’s your favourite part of being a Harper? As I understand it, there’s quite the range of specialties there too.”

B’nell nodded along as R’lant spoke. Being a Healer was a noble craft. And one needed everywhere. To answer R’lant’s question though, B’nell immediately answered, “The music. Hearing it for the first time. Playing challenging arrangements. That moment when you and the other harpers just…vibe. Flow. And you can create music that’ll never get written down because it’s so in the moment that you can never capture it again but it’s so beautiful just then.” He let out a wistful sigh.

“... Yeah?” R'lant responded after a moment. “Music is certainly pleasant to listen to, to relax after a long day, or to rally folks for a good time.” He agreed. “Where do you wind up playing, usually? I might have to stop by for a listen.”

“In the Dining Hall some nights but I’ve been trying to get back to Harper Hall for some of the bigger performances,” he answered. “Not that the Harpers here are bad but I miss the arranged choruses. I hated the practices when I was an apprentice -- Master Litwor was a stickler for perfection! -- but now I miss the challenge.”

“Well I'll hopefully catch you in the Dining Hall at least.” R'lant grunted. “And it's a fair sight easier to get places with a dragon rather than without.” He added, with a touch of humour.

“That is one big pro about being a dragonrider,” B’nell agreed. “Instant transport. I never expected to be a dragonrider. It was a bluff that Vorath called. Remind me never to take on a bet again. I might…end up as Wingleader or something.” He let out a little hysterical chuckle.

“I didn't expect it either.” R’lant responded. “Always wanted to be a Healer, myself. Only stood the once, to get it out of the way.”

His expression softened just a little bit. “Turns out Polth liked the idea of helping folks too.” And then he shook his head. “You won't catch me signing up for Wingleader. Faranth knows I've got my hands full with enough idiots usually.” R'lant sighed.

Then he rallied, took another long drink of klah. B’nell mirrored him. “Well,” the younger rider said. “Here’s to the most unexpected turns our lives have taken. And to a safe Threadfall.”

“I'll drink to that.” R'lant lifted his cup of klah in a cheers, before he drained the last gulp and rose. “And I'll look around, hear you making music later. Fair skies.” He added, and off he went.

Last updated on the April 22nd 2025

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