The Burden of Being Beautiful
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: 4th February 2026
Characters: Felorin
Description: Felorin has some thoughts about her new life
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 13, day 21 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: Aydhara, Sareya, Cirina
Felorin woke with a smile on her face and stretched languidly. She could already tell that the weather outside was going to be wonderful -- it would be sunny, warm, with cool waters for swimming -- and every day from here on out was going to be the same idyllic perfection.
She turned her head to look down at the perfect little green dragon still sleeping in her wallow. It didn't matter that Aydhara had Impressed a blue dragon (something that Felorin would concern herself with later). Or that annoying brat Sareya hadn't Impressed at all. Felorin had exactly what she wanted: a green dragon to match her personality, her _ambitions_, without being saddled with the responsibilities of riding a gold (every vapid girl wanted a gold dragon without realizing the trap that came with one).
Tiareth took a deep breath, shifted, and opened one crystalline, rainbow-hued eye. Hunger rumbled in her stomach, echoed in her rider's own, but Felorin smiled. She rolled over to trail her perfectly manicured fingers along Tiareth's back. Tiareth accepted the affection as she stretched her limbs, aware of her rider's admiration.
"You," Felorin purred fondly, "are going to be so much trouble."
Tiareth blinked. }: We, my dear. And trouble? No. We are going to the _best_. The example others will follow. If that is trouble, then the Weyr needs to up their game. We are not setting a high bar but we are setting one. :{
Felorin smiled deeper. An example, yes. The most lovely pair, the darlings. The envied. The coveted. The stars of the Weyr. Felorin would have men lining up and Tiareth's future mating flights would only add to that list of eligible.
Tiareth snorted daintily. }: They will have to be _worthy,_ :{ she purred. She flicked her tail derisively. }: Come. I'm hungry and I'm tired of waiting. This conversation can continue over food. :{
Felorin slid into a dirty shirt (that was still far cleaner than most dirty shirts), shot a perfectly composed, haughty grin at some of the other girls that were waking up, and followed Tiareth's proud form outside to the feeding area. Tiareth sat in perfect pose -- neck arched _just so_, tail wrapped around her paws, wings resting picturesque against her back -- while she waited for her rider to cut up her breakfast.
Felorin steeled herself for the gross feel of blood and gore and began cutting, giving off the aura of someone who wasn't bothered by it at all.
As other weyrlings arrived to feed their own dragons, Felorin, aside from a few civil responses so as not to seem too aloof, ignored them with lofty indifference, her attention entirely on Tiareth. Tiareth maintained her prim poise. }: Look how clumsy they are, :{ she noted, }: We will not be so graceless. :{
An example. The standard. Felorin had never been one for much studying but she could see now that she would have to bring her excellence in posture to a more intellectual arena. She wouldn't a Weyrlingmaster's pet like that brat Sareya would but she wouldn't be the failure of the class. She could already envision the perfect cut of straps for Tiareth, how she would only use the finest oils on both hides, how they would practice takeoffs and landings so that they were the very harper vision of what a dragonrider was.
With the bucket now full of meat, Felorin set it down in front of Tiareth, who began to eat daintily but hungrily. Felorin could feel her darling dragon's restraint -- she would not embarrass herself with sloppy eating. Felorin's smile deepened. Yes, they were _perfectly_ matched.
}: Of course we are. I knew what I wanted, :{ Tiareth agreed. Felorin picked at a bit of gore underneath her nails as she waited for Tiareth to finish. }: After this, you will bathe me, and then I will nap while you study. Take good notes, Felorin dear. We won't be caught dawdling. :{
The young woman's smile turned fierce. Her heterochromic eyes flickered towards more approaching weyrlings -- Aydhara and that unwelcomed outsider Cirina -- and she tossed her hair over her shoulder imperiously. "Shall we, Tiareth, my love?" she said aloud.
Tiareth licked the one spot of blood from her muzzle. Her gaze followed her rider's, noting the two blues. She sniffed officiously. }: Yes. Let's be off. We have much to accomplish today. :{ With a flirty wiggle of her fingers at one of the cuter boys, Felorin and her darling green dragon departed, basking in the jealousy and admiration of their class.
Last updated on the February 7th 2026