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Writers: Halyonix, LadyRose
Date Posted: 6th September 2025

Characters: Aicha, J'lyas
Description: Hatching feast
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 6, day 26 of Turn 12

Aicha

J'lyas was wearing a big, goofy grin on his face and he didn't care.
Braxialth. His name was Braxialth and he was the most adorable, beautiful blue dragon in the world and he had chosen Juve -- no, J'lyas now -- as his own and it was the best thing to ever happen.
If someone from his old Hold had walked up just then and pointed out how stupid he looked, J'lyas would have gladly punched them and gone back to smiling like an idiot.

Luckily, the person that sat down at his table was a fellow Candidate, someone else who was new to being a Candidate so she wasn't as insufferable as that Oriene person. "Hey," he greeted absently, still thinking about how adorable Braxialth looked when he was curled up in his bed.

Aicha was emotionally exhausted from everything that had happened in the last day. But it was a good kind of exhaustion, and she really wouldn't have it any other way.

It had come as a bit of a shock that Luranth had found her. Aicha hadn't truly expected to Impress on her very first time Standing on the sands, but she wouldn't change even a second of it, not for anything in the world. R'lor had been right, it changed her life completely.

And now here she was, at the biggest feast she'd ever attended, getting words of congratulations and even a few pats on the shoulder. She was grinning as she took a seat and glanced across the table at a semi-familiar face, who seemed to be distracted. "Hello." Aicha paused, thinking. "I... think I know you?"

"You do," he answered automatically, his tone laced with his usual defensiveness. "I'm Juvel...well, I guess that's something to get used to now. J'lyas." No one would ever call him Juvie or any other childish nickname ever again. "You're Aicha. Did you...did you get a dragon too?"

Aicha's smile faded a bit at the tone, only to widen back into a full grin when J'lyas asked if she Impressed. She nodded happily, "Green Luranth. She's beautiful." Aicha sounded proud and a bit infatuated, but that's to be expected.

"Luranth is an okay name. Definitely a green's name," he remarked. "Mine's Braxialth. I didn't think dragons used the letter X in their names but he does. Is she sleeping too right now? Isn't it weird that you can hear them even so far away?"

Aicha wasn't exactly sure what J'lyas meant by 'Definitely a green's name.' She rather liked Luranth's name. She shrugged, "Dragons pick a name that sounds good to them, I suppose. What color is your Braxialth?" She hadn't been paying much attention to the other Candidates, especially after Luranth hatched and found her. But thinking about Luranth now made her smile and nod, "She ate so much. Then fell asleep almost as soon as she laid down, practically in my lap."

"Him too! He's blue, like the ocean." He realized that wasn't the most accurate description. An ocean could be greenish blue in some places, or brown during certain seasons. How was he to describe Braxialth? "_Blue_. Like a vibrant basic blue. I guess harper blue is a close color."

Aicha gave J'lyas a grin, then propped her chin on her hand and imagined what Luranth looked like. She was just hatched, but Aicha could tell there were variations in her green hide. "I think Luranth will be beautiful." She smiled at J'lyas again, "You probably think your Braxialth is beautiful too, huh?"

"Of course I do! Don't we all? Isn't that a thing with dragonriders? And we're dragonriders now, even though they're just little dragons. So, yeah, of course he's beautiful." He stabbed at a bite of food. "I'm going to make a shirt in his hues. Surely the Weyr has dye supplies. I can match him."

Aicha laughed and nodded, then leaned back and gave J'lyas a momentary look of surprise. She hadn't been in the weyr long enough to really get to know her fellow candidates, so it kind of surprised her that he would talk about making clothing. "You make your own clothing?"

He paused to give her an odd look. "Yeah. Unless I want to be boring and wear what everyone else is. I've got way more style than that. _And_ I want different colors. None of those drab browns like farmers like to wear."

Aicha leaned back, thought for a moment, then gave J'lyas an appreciative nod. "The most I've ever stitched was a riding pad or leather harness. I don't think I'd be much good at the finer work like that. "

"Yeah, that's all rough stitching. A canine can do that," J'lyas said caustically. "I mean, I'm sure the Weyrlingmasters will teach us how to do it well and stuff. Serviceable. Not like it needs to be pretty or anything. But I'm going to do all of my stuff better. I'm not going to be basic."

The appreciation disappeared from Aicha's face at the tone in J'lyas' voice, and she leaned back when he all but compared her to a canine. She had been trying to be friendly, buy now a frown crossed her face. Still, she tried to be polite. "Please excuse me, I think I'll go find something to drink."

As she stood, Aicha nodded at J'lyas, "Congratulations on Impressing. I'll probably see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, you too," J'lyas answered flatly. He was already back to thinking about the colors of his beloved new dragon and how he could make the shirt happen.

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