Dawning of a New Day
Dragonsfall Weyr
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Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Corrin, Heather
Date Posted: 26th November 2025
Characters: Saibra, K'valdran
Description: Saibra wakes up to a new Weyrleader
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 13, day 2 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: R’enh, I’serin
The thrum of the mating flight was fading from her body. Her muscles felt warm and lax. She didn’t wake up from mating flights as often as a greenrider, but the relaxed feeling of satiation was familiar nonetheless.
Turning her head against the pillow, she studied the profile of Dragonsfall’s new Weyrleader. She knew him by name only. K’valdran. She’d seen his name, along with his dragon’s, in the bloodlines of Dragonsfall’s archive.
Elusive wisps of memory swirled around before her mind’s eye. The moment Karcalanth had caught Chioneth after the jasmine gold had thrown herself into him, demanding to be caught.
Then her mind flashed to another person. No, not her weyrmate, whom she was again disappointed not to wake up beside. It was I’serin. He had been an unexpected Weyrleader, but she had valued his friendship during their time together as leaders. She wondered if he was relieved to no longer have to bear the burden of the Weyrleader’s weighty mantle.
The man beside her now had a maturity the boyish I’serin lacked. His profile was handsome, his nose aquiline, his jaw strong. He seemed a few Turns older than her, still hale and hearty as the flight had proven, but with the beginnings of silver at his temples and in his beard.
K’valdran had surfaced from the pleasant fog of the aftermath with the slow, instinctive ease of a man long accustomed to letting a dragon’s passions ebb through him. Karcalanth’s triumph still hummed at the edges of his awareness, a smoldering satisfaction that warmed his blood. He--they--had done it. It had been hard to leave Fort and return to serve Dragonsfall as a mere wingrider and harder still to see the leadership of his old home filled with faces from River Bluff and further afield-- but Karcalanth had flown true and now he would have the power to change things. Dragonsfall would be led by her own again.
He felt Saibra shift at his side and turned from his thoughts to meet her gaze. For a moment he just took her in--her dark hair tousled by his hands, her lips reddened by his kisses--a vision of the weyrwoman few ever saw. Then he smiled. “A good flight, I think. Your Chioneth led them well.”
There was no stammering from him, no shock and awe in his smooth baritone. He lay beside her as though he deserved to be there, as if he had been there before.
“Yes, a good flight,” she agreed. Now that he was looking at her full on, Saibra could take in the full effect of K’valdran. And it was _quite_ the effect. The sharp features of his face, the intensity of his eyes, even the silver at his temples, screamed masculinity and everything feminine within her responded to it. Whether it was the remains of flight lust or her own personal desires she could not tell. “It’s a pleasure getting to know you more… intimately,” the Weyrwoman said, lips pulling to the side in a little smirk.
“A mutual pleasure, I assure you,” said K’valdran, his bold gaze appreciative and unapologetic. He reached out to catch her hand, to press a kiss against its back. It was an almost chaste gesture, given how thoroughly they now knew each other's bodies, but the look in his dark eyes hinted at a leashed restraint and a still simmering interest.
“And I must commend your gold for her timing,” he continued. “I’m looking forward to a Turn* in the knots and mean to hit the ground running, but there’s nothing that can’t wait ‘til morning. She’s given me all night to get my affairs in order and… celebrate Karcalanth’s success.”
He still had her hand loosely in his grasp. His touch light, but deliberate-- just like his question: “Do you have anywhere to be?”
Knowing her weyrmate would be with a flightmoth gave Saibra complete freedom to say, “Only here.” Her blue eyes showed the opposite of his, a complete lack of any restraint and a pronounced interest. “You returned to Dragonsfall just in time, it seems.”
“So it seems,” he echoed, his voice a low rumble in the small space between them-- a space he closed now, drawing her tight against him, the last of his restraint falling away as the passion of flight--of his triumph, of a beautiful woman in his bed--roared up through K’valdran.
He would enjoy this and tomorrow-- tomorrow Dragonsfall would change.
Last updated on the November 28th 2025