A Star is Born (2/2)
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: Corrin, Heather
Date Posted: 7th March 2026
Characters: Saibra, K'valdran
Description: K’valdran’s first Hatching as Weyrleader of Dragonsfall goes off without a hitch.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 1 of Turn 13
Notes: 63 and sunny; hatching takes place at sunrise
For a second time an egg split and a bronze dragonet stepped onto the Sands. This one was much smaller than his brother, who was still sitting, motionless on the Sands. Perfectly proportioned and sleek like Chioneth, the small bronze flitted between Candidates, accidentally bowling a couple over with his tail, before crashing into Sanneik.
}:S’neik - oh, sorry! Was that your foot?:{ Bhalerith backed up a step, trampled on his own tail, and howled in alarm before realizing that he was not in any danger. }:Oh, it’s perilous here on the sands. Can we go eat?:{
Saibra’s chuckle was mirrored by others as the pair was escorted off the sands by the hatching staff. Her eyes went back to the un-Impressed bronze.
“Do you think he’s okay?” Her murmur was slightly nervous. Her mind took her back to the green dragonet from a previous hatching that had died on the Sands, not finding a match.
“Your queen does not seem concerned, and neither is Karcalanth,” K’valdran said after a quick check-in with his bronze. “Sometimes these things can’t be rushed, no matter how the candidates may try…” He had learned that lesson on the sands himself.
Meanwhile, several more dragons were making their choice. Two blues in particular were causing havoc. They had hatched in quick succession, an explosion of shells and flailing limbs. One, large and barrel chested, the other lithe and lean. They took one look at each other in the shattered remnants of their shells and scrambled to their feet, racing for the line of candidates on wobbly legs. It was as though they realized they could be in competition for their lifemate and were anxious to make their match first.
Sand flew, candidates shattered. The larger blue took a mostly straight forward route to a tall, blond boy, plowing down several dawdlers on the way. He wasn’t able to stop when he got to his Rezenkan, he didn’t even try. Ibranth tacked the boy down into the sand, squawking triumphantly. }: Mine! You’re mine, and no one else’s. :{
The smaller blue, though no less urgent in his charge, actually tried to stop when he found what he was looking for. Tried. He was going too fast and she was moving the other way because of Ibranth’s stupid fat tail and-- Zheverith flared his wings and threw out his forelegs-- and raked his talons through the sand and right over Donisse’s foot. He screamed. }: Nooo! Don’t be hurt! :{
“They’re certainly energetic,” remarked K’valdran with wry amusement. “Alyndra and her people will be busy.”
“Chioneth and Karcalanth’s dragonets are certainly better looking than hers and Aluneth’s.” This was blurted out before she could reel it back in. She slid her eyes to her new Weyrleader. “That’s off the record, of course.”
He chuckled, looking well pleased. “Of course.”
There seemed to be no event that prompted the bronze dragonet that had been waiting for most of the hatching, but suddenly, with calm, certain strides, he made his way to Aegaryn. The way he moved reminded Saibra of a ship sailing smoothly to the dock. Setting himself in front of the boy, the dragonet raised his head and looked his new lifemate directly in the eyes.
}:You are mine. I hope you’re ready for it,:{ Talarcheth’s head tilted in a way that hinted at a challenge.
“Oh good,” Saibra breathed with relief, a hand to her chest as the bronze finally made his choice.
K’valdran seemed less relieved. There was the crease of a frown on his brown. “I don’t recognize that lad. Is that another holdless now on bronze?”
“Yes, he came in with the holdless,” Saibra confirmed with no less relief than before. She trusted the Weyrlingmasters and K’valdran’s new Wingleaders to do their jobs when it came to the new Holdless riders.
Meanwhile a large green dragonet, whose gigantic feet indicated she would one day be _quite_ large, exploded onto the sands. }:Out of the way!:{ she snapped at a blue brother, rolling over him like a boulder down a mountain as she made a stop at the Stand full of people.
}:Don’t make me walk over all these people, Oriene! I _will_!:{ The spicy seafoam green flicked her tail impatiently as the girl stumbled down the steps to the sands.
The last egg came apart piece by piece, rather than by explosion, revealing the largest brown dragonet Saibra had ever seen. He would certainly give the smaller bronzes a run for their marks when it came time to chase the golds.
The mahogany brown oozed confidence as he strutted his way across the Sands and chose the youngest Candidate in the group.
}:N’amsa, you are small now, but one day, we will be mighty,:{ Vhenasith promised.
“Oh boy,” Saibra groaned. She hated when youngsters Impressed, and at twelve, N’amsa was certainly young. She had yet to persuade a Weyrleader to raise the Standing Age, but maybe K’valdran would be the one…. he looked no more pleased than she did.
Like every Hatching, this one was over in what felt like the blink of an eye. Weyrlingstaff came out to usher young N’amsa and his brown away. It was only in that moment that Saibra realized another boy was standing just behind the youngling - Lathlani. Her heart squeezed at the crestfallen expression on his face. Both his brothers had Impressed and he had been left.
“I would have much preferred if Lathlani had Impressed to that brown,” she said to K’valdran as they stood. Already, the Stands were a swarm of activity as people filed out to congratulate the new Weyrlings and prepare for the Hatching Feast - a Hatching Breakfast, at this point.
“As would I. We must speak on that, later. ” K’valdran agreed. He was trying to rebuild the wings and ready them for the thick of the Pass. Children (and holdless) were _not_ what they needed. “But for now, the celebration awaits.”
He offered his arm and together they went to join the festivities.
Last updated on the April 1st 2026