Six of Swords
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
Date Posted: 27th August 2025
Characters: I'serin
Description: I'serin cleans out his father's weyr
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 8, day 11 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: E'tariax, Oselle
He had waited until his mother had transferred before stepping foot in their now abandoned weyr. Even then, it was now some three sevendays since his father had died and time felt as though it was both flowing rapidly in some regards and sluggishly in others.
His mother’s things were gone, taken to her new Weyr somewhere else. That much he could see upon first glance. But his father’s things…As he swallowed against emotions threatening to clog his throat, he wondered if he should have brought someone else to…assist? Witness? Be there with him?
}: I am here, :{ Aluneth reminded him quietly. Absently, I’serin rested his hand on the dragon’s snout, taking strength from their bond, as he surveyed the weyr. Half of his mind began clinically sorting out what needed to be done -- clothes that could be redistributed, furniture to be repurposed, shelves to be emptied -- while the other half of his mind was screaming in half a dozen battling emotions.
Exhaling slowly to fortify himself against the task ahead, I’serin began with the easier parts. He gathered A’len’s clothes into what could be returned to the stores for the needy. He folded up bedding, blankets, and pillows, adding them to the same pile. The shelves were a harder task. Some of the books could easily be added to the Weyr’s library. Others…
It was at this point that I’serin found himself going through A’len’s things and deciding which items he would keep for himself and which needed to be given away. Books were an easy thing to keep. None of them held any particular emotional attachment, just the beauty of knowledge within. But the keepsakes on those shelves were another story. It appeared as though Isoria had taken ones personal to her but of those that remained, I’serin had to decide their fate.
There was a set of quills that he would relinquish. The intricately carved wooden cups could also go. As could the somewhat abstract rendering of a dragon in driftwood. No, he liked that. It was…well, it was artistic enough and reminded him of a freewheeling flight. It would look good in his office.
It was as I’serin was checking the drawers of a small desk that he found it.
The transfer paper.
His heart pounded fiercely in his chest, trying to escape the pain it knew was coming. I’serin could only stare at his signature, arrested in futility, as he tried to imagine a different outcome to what reality had instead imposed upon him. If he had not signed that paper, would A’len have been on the heights that night?
}: His decisions were his own, :{ Aluneth said softly but the words still sliced through I’serin’s emotions. }: Your decision to transfer him did not result in his death. Do not assume that guilt. :{
Was that what he was trying to do?
Or was that what he had been trained to do by his father?
“I was never enough,” I’serin said very softly, remembering his most recent mindhealing session with E’tariax. Aluneth was correct. I’serin did not need to blame himself. He had made the right decision. A’len had made the wrong one. Still, he felt weak and scared as he took the transfer paper in his hands. He would keep it, for now. There was closure to be gained from it, somehow. He just had to figure out how.
He tucked the paper into one of the books that he was taking and then began loading up Aluneth with the items that would now become theirs. He took another look at the dragon carving, considering it again as he felt that monstrous thing with wings within him stir. The lines of the dragon invoked a sprouting feeling of determination, fragile but there. Could I’serin carve something beautiful from the wreckage like some woodsmith had done here?
Maybe. Hopefully.
He shoved the dragon into the sack and mounted Aluneth. Oselle’s crew would handle the rest of the items. Taking one last look around at the weyr, I’serin gripped the straps tightly. “Enough,” he whispered.
He was not certain that he believed his words but as Aluneth leapt away from the ledge, he had no more time to consider them.
Last updated on the August 29th 2025