Sorry, What Did You Want Again?
Dragonsfall Weyr
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Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Aaron, Steel
Date Posted: 8th April 2026
Characters: S'ros, T'thalin
Description: T'thalin asks S'ros something.
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 2, day 7 of Turn 13
“... Sir? Do you… um. Do you have a moment?” T'thalin asked, fidgeting slightly, though he made himself stop when Roxarith noticed and nudged his rider. He reached to scratch bronze eye-ridges instead, taking a deliberate slow breath.
“Always!” S’ros was practically a canine wagging his tail any time one of the weyrlings actually asked for his help. That was quite the frabjous day, indeed. “How can I help?”
T’thalin blinked at him, and then rallied. “I was, um… going to ask if I could have some scrap leather.” He said finally. “I want to keep practicing my stitching. If Roxarith’s going to wear a harness, it should be something that fits and looks right.”
“Oh.” S’ros was almost disappointed that was all the lad wanted. “Of course! Come with me, I'll show you where to get the biggest pieces.”
T’thalin nodded, but he didn’t move away from the office door-- instead, he sidled in a bit further into the office, hesitated there.
“Is there… something else?” S’ros tilted his head curiously as he had already made it to the door, and T’thalin seemed… stuck.
T’thalin opened his mouth. Closed it. Swallowed, once. “... Does it get… easier?” He asked finally, quietly. “... I’m, um. I’m not going to give up.” He added almost hotly, before his shoulders hunched again. “I love Roxarith. And I wouldn’t ever want to be anything but a dragonrider.” He added. “But… it feels like Rox is bigger every time I look at him.”
“Well… they do eventually stop getting bigger,” said S’ros. “And when they're as big as a bronze, it’s usually pretty easy to find a Candidate or two to help you.”
T’thalin nodded, slowly. “Roxarith is amazing.” He agreed. “I wasn't, um, expecting him. But I couldn’t imagine any other dragon now.”
“That's how they get ya!” said S’ros. “Is there anything else on your mind?” It seemed like there was surely more to it than just having a lot to wash. Not that S’ros knew the first thing about having a bronze dragon.
T'thalin opened his mouth. Hesitated. Then closed it again. “... No, sir.” He responded. “I'm fine.”
A pause, then he followed S'ros out. He'd… handle it on his own.
“You sure?” S’ros raised an eyebrow. “Well. You're always welcome to come back if you change your mind.”
T'thalin nodded. “I'm… um. I'm sure, sir.” He said quietly.
“I’m not gonna twist your arm, but it really feels like I've disappointed you here, T’thalin,” said S’ros. “But I’ll see you in class, if you insist.”
“... You're not going to show me where the scrap leather is?” T'thalin asked. “It's, um, fine. I'll… I'm sure I can find it. It can't be too far away from the strap leather.”
“Oh. Shit, I forgot all about that.” S’ros shook his head. “That was the whole reason you came! Come on. I promised you the best pieces, and the best pieces it's gonna be.”
Last updated on the May 1st 2026