A Blank Slate
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Writers: Yvonne
Date Posted: 8th January 2026
Characters: H'run, Oselle
Description: H'run has a very odd request for Oselle.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 10, day 18 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: L'val
Follows 'DFW: Misery'
"Ah! There you are!"
Oselle flinched and hoped that no one saw her do it. She managed to put a smile on her face when she turned to face her 'favourite' nagging bluerider, but the smile slipped when she saw him.
H'run's hair was a tunnelsnake's nest. Half of it was plastered against the side of his skull and the other half a black nimbus around his sallow face. Dark circles ringed his eyes and his cheeks were dusted with stubble. He was wearing a black tunic with matching pants, and he had a giant sack in his hands which he held toward her. "These are for you. I have several more, if you'd be willing to send some of your drudges to my weyr to collect them. And furniture."
"Faranth. What's happened to you?" Oselle accepted the bag and nearly dropped it due to the weight. Colourful silks and dyed leathers spilled from the top of it. "What is this?"
"I came to a realization: I don't need this. Give my things to someone who deserves them." He smiled, or attempted to. "I shan't be bothering you for a larger weyr anymore either. I'm so sorry for being such a pest."
Alarm bells began to ring in the back of Oselle's mind. She set down the bag. "Whatever do you mean?"
"I mean that I don't need a larger weyr. I'm emptying out my closet."
The Headwoman blinked. "But you... why?"
H'run sighed. "Does it matter? I have decided that I no longer like dressing like a twit of an avian. It doesn't suit me."
"I rather thought it did," the Headwoman admitted, albeit a bit sheepishly. She'd always prefered to dress plainly in grey gowns and soft knitted shawls and cardigans in various shades of slate and blue. It was practical and avoided one more choice in her day, but she appreciated the bright colours and ornaments that others wore.
"Very kind of you. I'll expect drudges after dinner for everything else. And if you can't spare anyone, that's fine as well. I'll just bring things down on my own. I don't want to be a bother." He paused. "Actually, why don't I do that. You no doubt have already made a schedule--"
"It's no bother," Oselle said quickly. "If you are _sure_, bluerider."
"I absolutely am," he said.
She made a mental note to contact a mind healer. "It's my job to care for my dragonriders. I wouldn't want to face L'val if you threw out your back on my account."
"Splendid! I shall await them," H'run said with more relief than he felt he ought to be allowed. His misery was a call to action: to stop wanting, to stop being a burden on everyone. His realization didn't mean that he wanted to carry his entire wardrobe - including the wooden wardrobe itself - down all those flights of stairs, though. There were limits. He blew the Headwoman a kiss and left without a backwards glance.
Oselle watched him go with a furrowed brow. Sometimes dragonriders went funny and dark, and she was sad to see that the malady had struck H'run. He was normally such a bright spark. She'd put his things aside in case he changed his mind, she decided. Faranth willing, he would.
Last updated on the February 8th 2026