Your Great Good Fortune (1/2)
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, Duskdog
Date Posted: 8th March 2026
Characters: N'dhavi, Sybana
Description: N’dhavi seeks out Sybana at the Hatching Feast
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 12, day 14 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: M'kadja, E'kirim
Through the whirlwind of Impression, feeding Malzyveth, and getting him oiled and settled to sleep, N’dhavi’s thoughts really didn’t dwell on Sybana. There was just too much going on inside him -- thoughts and feelings that weren’t even his own (or were they?), priorities suddenly rearranging and realigning -- to make room for much. Even his brother was an afterthought for most of it, which admittedly he felt mildly guilty for (but also didn’t really want to dwell too much on.)
By the time he was at the feast, however, with his fresh new bronze weyrling knots, she was at the forefront of his mind. How nice it was, to have people he didn’t even know (people who probably wouldn’t have cared to know him before, his cynical mind insisted) stop to congratulate him. How validating, to have the interest of dragonriders -- wingleaders, bronzeriders, forced now to consider what sort of potential competition he might be. How sweet to have the attention of visiting masters and lords alike, even if only for a moment -- attention on him, _N’dhavi_, not some character he happened to be playing, some mask he happened to be wearing.
Perhaps Malzyveth was right. There _was_ something to the idea of being recognized as _himself_.
But the sweetest moment of all would be the moment when Sybana herself would have to grit out her congratulations. Surely, she would have to. Her clutch was so small, and Malzyveth the only bronze, at that. She was obligated, wasn’t she? It was expected.
Yet still, through feasting and toasts and revelry, she didn’t come. He saw her speak with others, but she didn’t come to _him_.
It would have been better if she had. More humbling for her. But if she wasn’t going to, he also wasn’t going to allow her to rob him of his due. So he refilled his glass (no wine for him as a weyrling now, apparently -- how infuriatingly patronizing), and took himself to _her_, instead.
She was just coming off the dance floor, a vision in green and gold, on the arm of a young bronzerider. The pair spoke for a moment before the rider, E’kirim, left in the direction of the drinks table.
“Goldrider,” N’dhavi greeted, all smiles. As much as he tried to paint the expression with the false regard he _hoped_ she could detect, it was actually hard because whatever was happening to his face was genuine. Malzyveth, sleeping in the back of his mind, made him smile with his very presence there. “I’d hoped to see you here at the feast sooner.”
Sybana turned, a shadow of dismay flickering across her face when she saw Him-- and then it was gone, replaced by a smile, beautiful and cool. “I’ve hardly been hiding,” she said breezily.
“Of course not,” N’dhavi agreed. “It’s a very busy night for you, after all. Visitors to host, new weyrlings to congratulate… and I’m sure your dance card is more than full.” He glanced briefly in the direction E’kirim had gone. “His name is Malzyveth, by the way.”
“I know.” The words came almost automatically, and with them a surge of internal conflict. Sybana was loath to be told anything by this man, who had already gotten her in enough trouble with his baseless complaints to the weyrlingmaster, but she equally hated to afford him any sort of importance or gratification such as knowing his dragon’s name. Thread take him and that insolent smile. He had already grasped so far beyond his means, couldn’t he be content with his dragon? Why did he have to ambush her tonight?
Last updated on the April 1st 2026