Truth or Dare at the Star Stones

Writers: Yvonne, Sia, Len, Iluva, Duskdog, Corrin, Aaron
Date Posted: 12th November 2024
Series: From Hold to Weyr

Characters: Sanvi, Sylvian, Mirima, S'yen, E'kirim, Sybana, M'rhas, Zaphare, Halia
Description: The candidates play Truth or Dare, what could go wrong?
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 3, day 10 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: T'lonas, M'thos, K'yne Content Warnings: The challenges get a lil' racy.

S'yen

The sun dipped low, painting the world a golden hue and throwing long shadows through the forest where the candidates had gathered to party. Glow baskets hung from tree branches, casting a softer light on the proceedings as the daylight streamed away. The contest to see who could gather the most alcohol had been settled, ultimately everyone won in that there were drinks aplenty and soon the forest was alive with merrymaking.

A lively game of Truth or Dare had started. The only rules: 1.) Both truth and dare must be presented to the next person at the same time. They can pick either. 2.) No backing out. Once you join the game, you’re in the long haul!

Halia was in the middle of her turn. She had just finished downing an awful concoction of 6 different beverages (her dare) and was in the mood for some revenge. Wiping her mouth against the back of her hand she turned to the person beside her with a wicked grin. “Alright. Either sprint to the star stones and yell the name of your future dragon for as loud as you can, ooooor if you _had_ to spend the gold flight with a weyrlingmaster, which would you pick?”

Zaphare snickered. "Oh, that's _easy_. T'lonas," she declared, with a wave of her hand. "'Cause if it's a gold flight, he's participating, and I want to see what he'd be like with that extra fire in his pants. You can't get that experience with M'thos, pretty as he is. You could with K'yne, I guess, but it would be less ridiculously funny."

She paused to take a long drink. "Okay," she said, turning to the next person. "I'll go easy on you, but I want to see somebody squirm a little bit at least. Either tell us all who you think is the hottest person in the barracks -- _one_ name, no wishy-washy 'but you're all so pretty' wherryshite -- or kiss someone you think is in the top five."

She was _hands down_ the most beautiful woman Merhaskel had ever seen - up close or from a distance he couldn't think of anyone more enchanting or alluring. It was, at times, distracting, even. The slight bump in his train of thought - that Zaphare was _technically_ the one-woman smoke show in the barracks - smoothed as he instead turned eyes to Sybana. She'd apparently only just arrived out of some cloud or something a few days ago, so he hardly knew a thing about her. Some fancy dad and mom who had magically spun a girl that he'd overhead another recently Searched girl sobbing uncontrollably about her being unfairly and upsettingly beautiful.

Merhaskel smiled gently at her at first, since she seemed to be a rather delicate thing.

It must have sucked for that poor crying girl, wherever she was, to know she was right.

"Easy, I'll do both." He said, leaning in the way he imagined a dashing Wingleader would to kiss the Lady of the hold under the cover of moonlight -- only with a little too much mixed alcohol and teenage arrogance guiding him.

Sybana had joined the game, convinced that it would be tame enough if she kept to the Truth options. She had never before been to such a large party of young people, utterly unaccompanied. It was exhilarating at first, but as the turns began to escalate, she began to realize she wasn’t as safe as she thought.

She froze when Merhaskel smiled at her.

Her pulse quickened, not from dreamy anticipation, but from a vivid rush of alarm. A million thoughts flashed through her mind. Oh, he was handsome enough with his dark curls and bold gaze, and part of her whispered it wouldn’t hurt to stay still and let it happen-- but that was drowned out by the larger part of her that screamed for her to move.

Merhaskel was just a span away when she lurched back, the color high on her fair features. “I’m sorry. I can’t!”

“Boooo!” came a voice from the ring.

Sybana wasn’t listening. She sprang to her feet and left in a rush. She _had_ to have a life ahead of her, if this dragon thing didn’t work. A future as a holder’s wife didn’t include kissing strange weyrboys in public.

“Bad luck, Rhas!” laughed Halia. “Credit for trying though. Pick the next person!”

Merhaskel took the rejection well. No real surprise that a fey holldbred girl would recoil. He leaned back on his elbows with an affectionate eyeroll of 'girls'.

"Alright. You," he turned the same bold gaze on another, "either tell us who was your First, or who you _want_ to be your First, and don't lie cause we'll all know," he smirked, "or take off some clothes."

The cool evening air still felt hot against Ekirim's skin and too many drinks from the Everything Wineskin had him staring Merhaskel right in the eye and slowly pulling his shirt up and over his head. "I only kiss and tell when it's worth bragging about." He said with a wink. "My turn, right? You -- if you could sleep with any wing leader, leader, second, third, who would it be and why? Or sprint over to the ledge and shout what colour dragon you're going to Impress."

"Oh, you sweet, little, summer child," Syerin purred. "_Any_ Wingleader, second, or third? Hm. Let's see." He held up one hand and wiggled his fingers suggestively. "I've had..." And he began _naming_. One was a Wingsecond. Two were Wingthirds. And when he was done, he looked at the next Candidate smugly. "You. Tell us the biggest secret you're hiding from your family. Or do a shot of rum off someone's body."

"The biggest?" Mirima leaned in slowly, lowering her voice and looking Syerin in the eye.

"When I was fourteen, I began slowly poisoning a man. He died after a Turn of worsening sickness, and no one ever knew it was me." Ekirim might remember the man she was referring to. Such a man really did die slowly over the course of a Turn, but Mirima had nothing to do with it-- although she had helped care for him as he died.

"Oooh, wicked," Syerin whispered back, not believing her at all but also not wanting to spoil the fun by calling her out. "You'll have to share your recipe with me. Who's next on the truths?" He looked around at the Candidates.

Mirima frowned but then she grinned. She had been hoping he would call her on it so she could dramatically take the body shot, but he called her bluff. She had definitely underestimated him.

"Ekirim, who's the absolute worst lay you've had since we got here? Or else put your shirt back on."

"That's too easy," Syerin interjected. "Worst lay _or_ take a body shot."

Ekirim raised his eyebrows at his sister, at both the story and the callout, but the liquor concoction was stronger than good sense. "All right, Syerin. I need a body. Take off _your_ shirt."

Sylvian sat off to one side, lightly holding her glass of wine. It wasn't a very good one, but at least by being the daughter of a vintner she was used to wine and was nowhere as drunk as many of the other candidates. But that meant she could study the others, as she had only been here two and a half sevendays. Ekirim was huge and intimidating looking, Syerin tall and skinny. She wasn't interested in either one of them. But Miriam was quite pretty, but nothing like Tiyo and Nosarre, who was breathtakingly beautiful. Sylvian felt short and frumpy next to both of them.

"Yeah, Sye," Merhaskel was far too good a mood to keep his voice down, "give the people what they want!"

Never one to disappoint, especially when it came to his body, Syerin stood up and proceeded to indulge the other Candidates with a long, slow, sultry striptease of his shirt, his eyes on Ekirim as he slowly sashayed back towards the other Candidate. He took a shot glass and teasingly tucked it into his waistband. "All yours, handsome," he purred.

"Well, first of all, that's not how you do a body shot." Ekirim pointed out with a barely contained laugh. Still, he grabbed Syerin's bony legs and pulled him even closer. He dragged his tongue along the glass, eliciting a couple hoots from some onlookers. Then his lips caught the rim of the glass and he tilted his head back, managing to get most of the liquor down before he almost dropped the glass. He leaned back and winked at Syerin.

"All right, you! What's the most embarassing thing you've ever done, or...do a dance for us. And don't listen to Syerin, it doesn't have to be a sexy one."

Was he talking to her? Sylvian glanced around, looking for who he was talking to. No one was close by. Clutching her wine glass hard, she glared at him, looking taller than her tiny size. "None of your bloody buisness!" She was about to be lured in by some silly boys. "Do a jig yourself." And with that she turned and stormed off to where a group of much more sensible girls were standing.

Sanvi laughed at Sylvain's departing back as she stepped into her place. "I puked on the Weyrlingmaster when I was fifteen. It was in the middle of class and he was walking between desks to ask us questions and when he called on me-- bleauugh!" She gagged and mimed spewing vomit across the room. "It was _all_over_. Classes were cancelled for the rest of the day!"

"Oh yeah, that was a _mess_," Halia agreed with a bright laugh. It hadn't been a laughing matter then, but everything was funnier now with booze and distance. "Pick the next person and challenge, Sanvi. I want to see something interesting."

Sanvi looked around, her eyes quickly snagging on the giant bonfire they'd started. It was at least three feet across and sparks shot up into the night sky like falling stars. It was huge and absolutely _beautiful_. "Jump over the bonfire, or tell us who the last person you wanked off to was!"

"Yes! My turn! Finally!" Ceauren said with such gusto that everyone assumed that he was going to tell a story. Instead, he immediately bolted towards the bonfire, yelling "Dragonsfall Weyr FOREVER!"

And so the game continued, the candidates braving dares and confessing truths as night fell around them.

Last updated on the February 8th 2025

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