You'll Understand In Time
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Writers: Corrin, Sia
Date Posted: 12th September 2025
Characters: I'thralos, T'gyros
Description: Vorlogoth Impresses I'thralos
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 15 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: Vianne
Ithianne cycled between standing in her seat and climbing onto her father's lap. Ilthralos had arrived early enough to nab a seat close enough to get a good look and lucky enough that no one obscenely tall blocked the toddler's view. His hand cycled from resting on her back to hovering just behind her, ready to catch her if she tumbled. He'd considered bringing a notepad to write on, since he'd need to cobble together an article for the paper sometime during the hatching feast, and he wouldn't get much time to do it if Vianne Impressed.
"Momma!" Ithianne called excitedly when the white-robed candidates filed out, her little hands flailing about in her best attempt at waving. Ilthralos wasn't sure if she knew _which_ person was her mother, really, since they were far enough away, but he joined her in waving. She didn't look up-- probably couldn't see them from where she stood -- but Ithianne seemed pleased just with the attempt.
"You were brave, sitting next to us." Ilthralos said with a laugh to the man next to him. "This is as close to sitting still as she gets these days."
To be honest, T’gyros hadn’t noticed the toddler when he sat down. He regretted his choice now, but it was too late to change seats. Hopefully it -- she -- wouldn’t start crying or anything. “Well, you know us dragonriders…” he shrugged, playing off his discomfort. “Brave to the bone.”
The mood in the cavern changed before Ilthralos could reply. The humming felt like a crescendo as the first egg cracked and split open. Ithianne shrieked. A brown, a green, a blue. Each one was new and exciting for her, as they should be. But it was thrilling to watch, all the same.
The great bronze moved, but not towards the next cluster of boys. He prowled instead towards the tiers, great head craned upwards, eyes sweeping the crowd.
"Tell me he's not looking up here." T'gyros said
But Ilthralos already knew. The bronze's gaze locked with his, and the voice came-- rumbling, deep, impossible. }: Ilthralos. :{
His heart pounded. A hundred protests flashed through his mind, his body frozen and unable to process what was happening. This wasn't his path. There were so many other men on the hatching sands, friends and family and fostersibs, that would have climbed over each other for a chance for a bronze. He had never Stood, never once donned the white robe and stood out on the scorching sands.
The growl in his head reverberated through his skull. }: I am Vorlogoth, Ilthralos, and you are _Mine_. Together we shall be unstoppable. :{
"I beg your pardon." Ilthralos said out loud before he could stop himself. A couple neighbors turned to look at him, surprise and confusion evident on their faces.
}: Don't make me come up there. :{ Vorlogoth continued. He paced angrily along the edge of the Stands, thankfully too small to clamber over the barrier but starting to get mad enough that Ilthralos wouldn't be surprised if he tried.
He turned near-panicked eyes to T'gyros. "I need you to take her." He said as he tried to push Ithianne into the brownrider's arms.
“What? No--!” But there was nothing for it. Short of dropping her on the stone steps, T’gyros had to take the squirming kid.
Ithianne shrieked the moment she realized what was happening, twisting away, her tiny fists clutching Ilthralos' tunic. “No! Daddy!”
Ilthralos’ heart twisted. He kissed the top of her head and gently freed his tunic from her grip. "I need to go. He picked me, 'Annie. I have to feed him and then I'll be back."
"No!" She wailed. Tears prickled at her eyes quickly, and Ilthralos had to leave before it turned into full-blown sobbing. He pushed past the other spectators and stumbled down the stairs to the end, clambering over the lip and dropping hard onto the burning sand.
Vorlogoth whipped around to shove his face into Ilthralos' chest, hitting him hard enough to knock him off balance. He stumbled backwards but caught himself. Egg goo saturated his shirt on a perfect silhouette of that giant, clunky head. "Come on, then." Ilthralos said flatly, "Let's not make this any worse than it is."
Vorlogoth harrumphed. }: You will realize in time that I was right. :{
Last updated on the September 18th 2025