A Song For Th'reyos

Writers: Avery, Corrin, Devin, Duskdog, Estelle, Iluva, Shawna
Date Posted: 15th March 2026

Characters: L'keri, K'mai, N'kyri, G'zan, Zariah, Th'reyos, L'val
Description: Alpine Wing attend the Dolphin Cove hatching to support their wingmate Th’reyos
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr, Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 10, day 15 of Turn 12

L'keri

After all that had happened over the past month, L’keri was almost relieved when he heard from Rhalith that the dragons had begun to hum at Dolphin Cove. The brown was reluctant to leave Galgaith even for a few hours, and he’d had to be persuaded not to delay everything while he fetched another kill in case she grew hungry while he was away.

**Zarkarth is our wingmate,** L’keri scolded him as they joined the wing, one of the last pairs to arrive. **We should be there to support him - and learn what to do when it’s our turn.**

}:I know what to do,:{ Rhalith grumbled. }:It is not difficult. You welcome the hatchlings into the world and see that they find good lifemates.:{

**Even so.** L’keri was rather more concerned about his role in the upcoming hatching, but he planned to forget all about that for today and enjoy Dolphin Cove’s festivities. He called out an apology to the other riders and mounted up.

Relsath was shifting impatiently. The green was a semi-familiar presence at Dolphin Cove and she was eager to go gossip with her green friends. “Rel says she heard it’s raining,” Zariah shared, “but warm. Shall we?”

Relsath barely waited for an answer before taking off, impatience winning out over manners.

Blue Oriath took off hot on her tail. While the wing has made plans to go together, it wasn't a ‘fall or drill. They didn't _need_ L’val’s leave. “Last one there is a rotten egg!“ hollered N'kyri.

Seeing his wingmates leaping into the air in pairs and trios, Rhalith forgot his hesitation and followed, flinging his rider back in the straps he’d hastily fastened. Once they’d reached height - and he’d recovered his composure, L’keri grinned to see the ragged scattering of dragons in the sky above Dragonsfall, with pairs winking out here and there while riders called cheerfully to each other. So much for arriving in perfect formation… He pictured Dolphin Cove’s half-circle Weyrbowl, the cliffs softened by rain, and they jumped /between/.

Sebeth called out greetings to familiar dragons as they circled through the rainy sky. K’mai had already planned to come to this Hatching and was perfectly happy to go along with his Wing and cheer on Th’reyos.

“WHOO!” G’zan whooped into the rain as he and Panghuth appeared in the skies above Dolphin Cove, pumping a fist. “Alpine’s here! Where’s our boy?!”

It was a rhetorical question -- mostly lost to the wind as they spiraled down to land in the first clear spot they could find given how busy the Weyr was currently -- because they knew exactly where Th’reyos probably was (or should be), but what kind of support would they be giving to their wingmate if they didn’t also embarrass him a little, as was a wingmate’s solemn duty?

L’val was not concerned by the fact that they weren’t leaving in a perfect coordinated wing formation. He’d made sure to build some flexibility into the schedule so as many of the wing that wanted to go attend the Hatching would be able to go. Especially since he’d promised Yvase’s mother that he’d take her to catch up with some colleagues from the Weaver and Printer Halls. So with Selaine in her finary in tow, he mounted up on Kyverth and joined the rest of the Wing in pairs and trios, and then went /between/ to Dolphin Cove to arrive to see their man’s clutch.

The skies above Dolphin Cove were crowded with dragons arriving and departing, guests on their backs dressed in their finest. Rhalith managed to find a spot to land in the Weyrbowl, and no sooner had L'keri dismounted than he was winging up to the cliff heights to clear some space for the others. L'keri sprinted for the entrance to the Hatching Ground, splashing through puddles, and joined a group of his wingmates who were sheltering in the entrance, waiting for the others to catch up.

"So, how are we going to greet Th'reyos when we see him and his lovely goldrider?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Three cheers? Or maybe a rendition of one of our Wing's favorite fighting songs?"

“Let’s do a song!” K’mai said.

“Definitely a song,” agreed N’kyri.

“I know some good songs in praise of Alpine’s brownriders,” L’keri said innocently. “You just have to change a few words for the sake of polite company.”

"But the impolite words are what makes those songs sing!" protested N'kyri. “Let’s do ‘We bring the luck,’ and let’s do it right! Dolphin Cove is hardly a bunch of prudes anyway. Didn’t you hear about their weyrleader’s ‘dancing’ last hatching?”

“All right,” L’keri agreed. “I’ll cover L’val’s ears.”

The humming around them was getting louder. There wasn’t much more time to decide.

*

The Hatching had gone off without a hitch - every egg split cleanly, every dragonet healthy, every pairing sure. Every reason to celebrate the future of the Weyr and the lives they protected.

Flushed with excitement and the hum of merriment threading the air, Th’reyos felt untethered as he picked his way through the crowd. Someone pressed another drink into his hand. Someone else clapped his shoulder hard enough to rock him forward. Praise followed -- for the clutch, for the strength and tenacity of the dragonets, for the steadiness of the Sands -- and he accepted it with easy grace.

**You’re amazing,** he told his lifemate for perhaps the hundredth time that day.

A thunderous echo of love surged back across their link, bright and boundless. It burst through Th'reyos in a wash of color -- green and gold and rain-drenched blue -- until he was less one thing than all of them at once. Pride for his dragon. Awe at the weyrlings whose faces were still frozen in stunned reverence. And beneath it, subtler but no less real, the warmth of drink softening the edges of the world. All was well. The Weyr was whole. The day was theirs.

News of their wingmates had reached him on the Sands, and now that the formalities were over he slipped between partygoers with increasing purpose. He still looked more put-together than Alpine Wing was used to seeing outside drills or Threadfall -- though, at this point, the polish had begun to give way to something looser, more recognizably him. His blond hair was tousled from too many congratulatory hands and the humidity of the caverns, and the conversation he’d endured with a particularly persistent holder ended mid-sentence as soon as he caught wind of their chorus.

Th'reyos’ saunter sharpened, slowing just short of them, “Okay--” he began gravely over the racket, “I don’t know _whose_ idea it was to let you all in here--” his expression broke wide, disapproval shattering into laughter, “-- but I’m _so_ glad they did! I can’t believe you all came!”

"Not fog, Fall or fire could keep us away, nor the fiercest Dolphin Cove Weyrleader prevent us from serenading our victorious wingmate." L'keri clapped the taller brownrider on the arm. "Congratulations to you and Zarkarth! Now..." He grinned. "Get your tails back to Dragonsfall as soon as you can. We've missed you."

Last updated on the March 19th 2026

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