Though They Be But Little, They Will Be Fierce
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, Iluva
Date Posted: 20th April 2026
Characters: Tindral, Zaidi
Description: They make plans over breakfast
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 12, day 13 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: R'lor
}: Good morning, Bharboth, how are you? :{ a very chipper Mdorith greeted as she led her sleepy rider out of the Barracks that morning.
}:Good, but I will be better when I have meat.:{ the other green replied, a note of excitement in her voice. She paused beside her clutchsister, grunting, and because she had grown frustrated of waiting for Zaidi she had just… gone on without her. }:Have you eaten already?:{
Zaidi half-jogged, half-skipped her way out, hair half done but smiling widely at the sight of her friend. “Ooh good, you're up, too!” she said with the chipperness of someone who didn't require a sip of klah to function. Yet.
“It’s so _early_,” Tindral complained lightly as she rubbed her eyes. But she was glad to see Zaidi. “Are they…are they going to do this _every_ morning?”
Zaidi sighed. “I think so.” Bharboth's hunger roared through them as they neared the buckets, and Zaidi rushed to block her from one filled with meat meant for a much larger weyrling. **Over here,** she coaxed her grumbling dragon to their selected bucket, almost getting bowled over by the green's enthusiastic nudge. She extracted a piece that wouldn’t need to be cut by those big cleavers. Breakfast. It was one thing to gut a still-warm fish on the beach sometimes and bring them back to mama to cook, but it was another to have half a cold herdbeast just… waiting for them every morning.
Bharboth reluctantly sat and practically inhaled the first morsel with a quick flash of satisfaction tinging her eyes. “I… I guess it's just until they are big enough to hunt by themselves. They’ll be expert chewers like Kularth and we won’t have to… this.” Zaidi made a face at Tindral.
Tindral mirrored the expression. “It’s gross,” she remarked shyly. “But M-Mdorith _loves_ it.” The little girl honestly couldn’t understand why her dragon was so happy to get bloody, uncooked meat. “It’s s-so _weird_.”
}: Yes, well, so is your love of that gritty, grainy thing you call bread but you don’t see me saying so, :{ Mdorith interjected as she chewed.
“It is,” Zaidi agreed, though growing slightly more at ease with the rhythm of feeding and watching Bharboth chew. She did glance at Mdorith, back to Bharboth, quietly hoping her dragon wasn’t going through her bucket too fast. There was always such _force_ there, such a magnetic draw of attention. Was all their training going to be like this? Was it like this for every pair? “What do you think it’ll be like when we…” and for some reason she almost expected R’lor to appear behind her, “when we _fly_ with them?”
Most of the weyrlings turned bright-eyed when this question was asked. True to her nature, Tindral cowered a little. “I’m…I’m…” She was’t afraid of heights, she knew that! But the idea of being so far up! With only some straps to keep her secure!
}: I would _never_ let you fall, :{ Mdorith said with such conviction that Tindral believed her.
So, she answered, “Mdorith is…is excited.” Tindral, obviously, was not.
“Me, too, Mdorith!” Zaidi immediately blurted to the other green, despite her own little knot of nerves in her stomach. Bharboth just made a guttural grunt as she chomped, unconcerned. Her wings were strong, and they were born for it, weren’t they?
“But it’s a little scary, too, isn’t it? It’s so high up! And someone said we have to make our _own_ straps, but that doesn’t really sound right. I think they might’ve been lying. I’ve never made straps before. I’ve never even knitted! Do you knit?” She looked back at Tindral and her expression drew tight. “Oh,” she said quietly, feeling pretty bad for upsetting her. “It’ll be… okay.” Zaidi took her friend’s hand in hers. “We’ve got the best dragons and… and they chose _us_.”
Mdorith crooned in agreement as Tindral squeezed Zaidi’s hands back with a strength she didn’t really feel. At least she wasn’t the only one who was scared about flying. “I…I…could sew b-buttons,” she admitted, which seemed a far throw from making an entire pair of straps for her dragon.
“You can?” Zaidi asked, visibly impressed. “Ooh that's good. You can probably do the buckles and… other stuff,” she searched for the word, “the fastenings, no problem! And riding jackets are full of buttons. I bet you could paint some and make it pretty. Can you teach me?”
She hadn’t expected to be useful. Was sewing buttons useful? When Zaidi said it like that, it sounded like it. “We…we could paint them green. L-Like our dragons,” she suggested with shy hope.
Zaidi nodded. “Yes! Yes, let's do that! I bet R'lor or one of the harpers would let us borrow some paint, and then--” She raised a finger, trying to look like an authority, a legitimate rider, though she had never actually seen a wingrider make that particular motion, and her tone turned perfectly prim, “Everyone will know that we are stylish, and that we only like greens and greenriders!”
She looked at Bharboth slowly licking the blood from her maw and beamed, excited at the prospect of having fun together. **What do you think, Bharbie?**
}:Well, I need a bath now.:{ The green answered matter-of-factly. }:But that sounds good. Right.:{
They would look so legitimate, so professional. Zaidi just knew it.
Last updated on the April 26th 2026