Wings and Flame
Dragonsfall Weyr
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Writers: Corrin
Date Posted: 28th August 2025
Characters: Sybana
Description: Sybana and Galgaith negotiate rope drills
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 8, day 5 of Turn 12
** Stop _biting_! **
For the third time that day, the goldrider pair pulled out of their dive with Galgaith gnashing their rope target between her teeth. ** We’re meant to flame these ropes, not _eat_ them. ** It had been funny the first time, but now Sybana was exasperated and she let that show.
}: I _want_ to fight! :{ Galgaith roared with frustration, trashing the rope through the air before flinging it violently groundwards. Beating her golden wings she began to climb again, her thoughts sulky and full of fire. }: I want to _flame_. :{
** And _I_ want to get through this drill without embarrassing ourselves in front of the entire weyr! **
Galgaith was hardly listening. She spiraled upwards in preparation for the next pass, eyes scanning the skies above them. The next rope appeared, falling for T’bril, Sybana could feel her dragon’s fierce longing to chase after it and burn it from the sky. She had heard about draconic instinct, but she expected to wrestle with it during mating flights (a different horror) not this. ** Galgi, ** she tried again, more gently. ** You can’t do that. Real Thread will eat you back. Let _me_ burn it. That’s what I’m lugging this blasted flamethrower for. **
The gold’s ascent faltered for a moment, then she beat hard, defiance surging. }: But _I_ want to fight. You don’t. You hate it. :{
Sybana had never said so aloud, but Galgaith was well attuned to her thoughts, her nature-- and she _had_ hated it. The very idea of it scared her. A flesh eating enemy that fell like rain. Who with sense wouldn’t be a bit afraid? Who besides a dragon. She hadn’t realized gold Galgaith would be so keen on it. She felt the drive to fight and flame deep within her lifemate, it ran hotter than any fear, and in it she found her own resolve. ** I don’t hate it. I could never fully hate something you love so much. **
Galgaith hesitated, her frustration giving way to something more vulnerable, }: I don’t like letting it get all the way to you. :{ Galgaith admitted. She was protective of her rider, and herself. }: I don’t like it when it gets past my neck. I can’t see it anymore. What if it hits me? :{
It was rare for her lifemate to show any sort of doubt, let alone fear. Sybana felt a surge of affection and bent to give her neck a comforting pat as best she could. }: Oh, my love. Trust me. I won’t let you down. Let me be your flame. :{
There was a pause, the space between them crackling with shared emotion. Sybana felt the shift as the fierce longing in Galgaith, not entirely gone, was tempered by trust. She felt the unspoken consent. The gold’s massive body shifted, her path aligning smoothly below the next set of ropes.
It fell.
Galgaith dove to get alongside it. Steeling herself, she did not snap at it and instead let it pass over her head, her neck, her shoulders--
Sybana squeezed the trigger and a torrent of flame erupted from the spigot, engulfing the rope in a blaze of fire.
Galgaith trumpeted in satisfaction and relief as they wheeled away, Sybana’s voice ringing in her mind: ** You are the wings, I am the flame. Together we can do anything. **
Last updated on the August 29th 2025