Dancing on the Ceiling (1/2)

Writers: Aaron, Corrin, Estelle, Halyonix, Iluva, Sia, Yvonne
Date Posted: 4th November 2025

Characters: C'uren, M'rhas, E'kirim, Nosarre, Z'renh, A'ten, Sanvi, Halia, Sybana, Katora, S'yen, Nirian, Vaissa, X'das
Description: The senior DFW weyrlings throw a graduation party
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 9, day 25 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: M'thos

M'rhas

Nosarre

Sybana

S'yen

Notes:
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“My friends! My friends! Gather ‘round!” C’uren boomed loudly before their latest class could be entirely dismissed. He had a big, scheming grin on his face, which came to no one’s surprise. His mood was a lure. He had plans that he was ready to spring upon his classmates.

Even M'rhas was tuned in, drifting over with the rest, pressing in to hear whatever C'uren had cooked up. “Shh. Quiet!” He said to someone who wasn't C'uren for a change, but was still talking.

E'kirim blinked, momentarily startled at being shushed. "What?" He asked.

Nosarre's shoulders raised in an unwillingly flinch. She'd been sitting next to him and didn't expect the loud noise.

As usual, X’das rushed to heed C’uren. Nary a moment had passed since they Impressed that he was not hanging on his every word. The lad was practically wagging his tail.

“Hey!” Vaissa shoved X’das a bit, as she had the misfortune to have been sitting next to him, and his erstwhile chair bumped against her foot.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly.

Z’renh folded his arms and turned to listen. Whatever this was, it was bound to be good with how excited as C’uren seemed to be.

Then again, he always seemed pretty excited.

“What now?” S’yen muttered under his breath.

Now that he had (most of) their attention, C’uren spread his arms wide, inviting everyone to listen to his grand speech. “My friends! Our training journey is at an end! We are _graduating_! Getting our knots! Taking our place in the circle of dragonrider life! This calls for a _celebration_!” He clapped his hands together sharply. “Tonight! Tonight, we celebrate. The tavern at Amber Hills awaits us!”

A'ten looked up in interest. These last few days he'd been feeling pretty disconsolate, knowing that his classmates would soon have the honor of joining the fighting Wings, while he'd be left behind. There might be little he could do about that, but there was no way he was going to be left out of the party as well! He wondered what exciting new location C'uren had in mind. A bonfire on a mountain peak? A hold with a famous Harper? The delightful beaches of Dolphin Cove?

No, the tavern at Amber Hills. His old place of work. A'ten sighed in resignation. **At least it won't be me cleaning up the sick this time.**

Sanvi nudged Halia with her elbow, pleased and somewhat surprised that C’uren’s suggestion was a good one. “I’ve never been!”

“Me neither,” admitted Halia. Weyr girls, tied to the lower caverns, neither had had the chance before now.

“I have,” Katora remarked. But she had a cryptic small smile on her face. “Our Caravan stopped there a few times a Turn. It has some very good ales.”

M'rhas smiled, the strange glint in his eye like something straight from the realms of the Red Star. “Tavern. Amber Hills. Tonight!” He shouted for the people in the back, though really it was just exciting to be able to shout plans. It was pretty freeing - even if his father heard their plans, what could he do to him now?! They were sharding wingriders, baby! (mostly, sorry A'ten)

“C’uren, my buddy.” He drawled and slung a long arm around the brownrider’s neck with a camaraderie he didn’t always feel, mostly because of the annoyance. “This might be the best idea you’ve had. _Yet_.”

Huh. Amber Hills. E'kirim hadn't been back since K'aur had moved the family to the Weyr. He supposed he'd have to go back there eventually, though his stomach lurched in an unfamiliar way at the thought. He wondered if anyone would remember him, a farmhand-turned-bronzerider. A lazy smile pulled at his mouth despite it. "Sure, C'uren. First round's on you, yes?"

C’uren laughed brightly. “If you can beat me in a game of darts, sure, my friend!” The brownrider turned his infectious smile towards everyone else. “See you all there at sunset!”

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