Mission Friendship
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, Steel
Date Posted: 20th April 2026
Characters: T'thalin, D'ltero, Felorin
Description: T'thalin makes friends with another Weyrling or two.
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 1, day 14 of Turn 13
“Not so fast, Roxarith.” T'thalin cautioned. “I, um, I know you're hungry. Here… I'll get it cut the right size.”
}:Good morning.:{ Roxarith declared to his nearest clutchmates, though he eyed the bucket with whirling eyes as it filled. He _was_ hungry.
}: On your guard! :{ Helanth shouted just as he pounced playfully on the bigger bronze.
“Hey, Hel boy, maybe we don’t do that!” D’ltero tried to say in a hurry as he moved to separate the two dragons but then he stopped. “Is Rox cool with playing?” D’ltero asked T’thalin.
Roxarith reared back in surprise at the sudden pounce, eyes briefly whirling faster, before the bronze snorted and gently bopped the smaller blue with one forefoot. }:To seek the paw is to receive the paw.:{ the bronze declared. }:I will defend my breakfast!:{
“I… It's fine.” T'thalin assured, hastily. “Um. They can play. Just… don't let Helanth go for Roxarith's bucket.”
“Oh, yeah, he’s not interested in that. At the moment anyway,” D’ltero assured T’thalin. Sure enough, Helanth was wiggling and dancing around Roxarith, dodging paws playfully.
“Well, I see we have our priorities straight,” a feminine, cool voice said. Far enough away to not invite play came Felorin and her Tiareth, who sat picturesque in front of a cutting station, awaiting her rider to feed her with an aura of prim patience.
“Hey Fel,” D’ltero greeted jovially.
“It’s _Felorin_,” she corrected him in a dignified tone.
D’ltero made a clicking sound with his tongue. “Got it. No nicknames. What about you, T’thalin? Nicknames or no?”
“Felorin.” T’thalin echoed dutifully. “I, um… I’ll remember. And… at least they’re… having fun?”
He paused, watching Roxarith swat with his left paw, and then his right. “You’re going to get tired.” he told the bronze.
}:Not before Helanth does.:{ Roxarith declared.
T'thalin blinked, then refocused. “I, um… I've never had a nickname.” He told D'ltero. “... You?”
“Dal,” the other weyrling said. “I think one of my friends tried to call me Tero once and that didn’t really stick so Dal it was.” He should check in on his friends since they hadn’t Impressed. He had just been so busy!
“What an original nickname,” Felorin remarked flatly.
Undeterred by her comment, D’ltero said, “You want me to call you Tath? We can make up a nickname for you if you want.”
T’thalin thought about that for a long moment. Long enough that Roxarith decided he was hungry, giving Helanth one last paw-swipe before turning and bounding for his rider and food both. }:I am hungry, Mine!! Feed me!:{
T’thalin obliged. “My name doesn’t really… shorten well. Tath… kind of works?” he offered. “As well as, um, anything else.”
}:As long as we are not called late to meals.:{ Roxarith told both Tiareth and Helanth.
“Yeah but then we sound like we’re calling you a dragon,” D’ltero noticed. “Oh well. Not everyone needs a nickname, it’s just something fun to do. You from the Weyr, T’thalin? Or somewhere else?”
“My name doesn't really… shorten well.” T'thalin offered, almost apologetic. “All I can think of is Lin, but that doesn't sound right.”
He paused, and then added, “Dragonsfall Weyr, last.”
“‘Last?’” D’ltero echoed, curious. “Did you travel around a lot?”
“...Something like that.” T'thalin hedged, then sighed. “I, um… I'm--”
}:You are _NOT_.:{ Roxarith declared, with such sudden intensity that T'thalin didn't finish his sentence, just stared at his bronze. Roxarith nudged him, gently pushing his muzzle against his rider. }:It is the past, Mine. You have me. We belong.:{
“... All right, Roxarith.” T'thalin said, and scratched his eyeridge just so.
D’ltero sensed that there was something going on there that maybe he shouldn’t tread on. “Hey, it’s okay. I was just making conversation, that’s all. You don’t have to-”
“Your new little friend is embarrassed that he was once Holdless,” Felorin interjected with no shame. She looked at T’thalin. “If you let people use that against you, it will always be a weakness and they will have the upper hand,” she said plainly, with no care for how the advice she was giving could slice to the bone with its truth. She shrugged a shoulder nonchalantly and returned to feeding Tiareth.
“Oh, shells, is she right?” D’ltero asked T’thalin, curiosity rather than judgement coloring his expression.
“I, um. I _was_.” T'thalin confirmed quietly. “But… I'm not anymore.” He added, after a moment, looking back up to look at Felorin and then D'ltero. “Roxarith chose me. I'm a dragonrider now. It's just, um. A little awkward.” He offered.
Roxarith snorted. }:You are Mine.:{ he said, simply. }:And I am yours. Be proud.:{
T'thalin fed the bronze some more. “... Yes. I was Holdless. I'm not anymore.” He repeated. “As you can see by my bronze.”
}:Better.:{ Roxarith approved.
D’ltero clapped him on the shoulder enthusiastically. “There’s the spirit! Can’t change our origins but we can change the ending, right? We’re all dragonriders now!”
“We are.” T'thalin agreed. “And we'll prove we're the, um, best.”
“Hey, that’s the spirit!” D’ltero said encouragingly. “The best there’s ever been, right?”
Felorin rolled her eyes.
“... Definitely.” T'thalin agreed.
}:Follow my lead, and you two shall become the best as well.:{ Roxarith told Helanth and Tiareth.
}: Deal! :{ Helanth agreed.
Last updated on the May 1st 2026