Here's to a Boring 'Fall

Writers: Aaron, Halyonix
Date Posted: 15th April 2026

Characters: K'far, K'thyr
Description: K'far and K'thyr chat before Threadfall
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 12, day 21 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: Vaile, I'serin

K'thyr

K'thyr blew gently on the mug of klah in his hands, careful not to spill either mug as he approached K'far. "Ready to get started today?" he asked the other brownrider as he passed over the second mug.

"Ready as I'll ever be," said K'far. Thread was a duty he performed solemnly with pride and fierce determination, but certainly not eagerly. "You?"

The other brownrider made a grimacing face. "So long as we don't have strong winds. Or a bad crossover call. Or lightning." His dark eyes looked up at the cloudy sky. "I don't think we're going to get two out of three of those things though."

K'far winced. He was well-positioned in the wings due to his role in the Queen's Wing to avoid the consequences of any more catastrophic calls.

But Vaile was not.

"Well. Let's hope distractions remain at a minimum."

K'thyr looked over at his best friend Th'alin, who was suiting up within his own Wing. "Let's hope. I feel like every time we go into Threadfall, it's a crapshoot. Weyrleader I'serin is just...inexperienced. I wish he would listen to other Wingleaders more on what to do." Or, better yet, just hand the damn reigns over to someone else unofficially. I'serin could handle all of the meetings and paperwork but let another rider lead the Weyr into battle.

It would be tacky for K'far to overtly criticize I'serin... But then again. K'thyr was not just an ordinary wingrider. He was a master dragonhealer. And it was not as though he was under K'far's command.

"I've never met a bronzerider who would take that kind of blow to his pride. But I haven't met many bronzeriders who would screw up a call like that, either..."

Feeling a bit validated, K'thyr let out a huffing grunt. "Bronzeriders seem to have pride in spades. You'd think they'd have the brains to really back that up too. I wonder if he just sat out of Wingleader training or whatever they do with bronzeriders after they graduate weyrlinghood. Didn't he used to go to those Cyan -- err, Alpine Wing parties a lot?"

"Oh, I don't know. I wasn't invited." K'far shrugged. "But from what I've seen, bronze dragons are far more attracted to outsized confidence than they are to outsized cleverness."

K'thyr let out an appreciative bark of laughter. "That's for certain," he agreed. His expressive turned far more jovial, almost roguish. "Browns, browns are where it's at if you want dependable and levelheaded. Boring, according to some, but I think we're unappreciated gems."

"Aw, I appreciate you, K'thyr." K'far grinned and clapped him gently on the back.

The other brownrider laughed again and returned the gesture with his characteristic heart. "Someone has to protect those queens. Why not us?" he joked since the two of them were in the same Wing and shared the same sense of duty when it came to that posting. "How's your lady doing by the way? Vaile, right?"

K'far smiled to think of Vaile as his lady.

"She's good. And the kids are well. Are you seeing anybody?"

K'thyr shook his head. While his expression said that being single didn't bother him, deep down, he knew the reason he hadn't settled down with a weyrmate again was because of Tsatya from Turns ago. But, kids -- kids he was happy to talk about. "How old are the kids? Remind me."

"Miravaile is six, and Moraile is three." K'far smiled just as fondly to speak of the kids. "They're wonderful, really."

"They're adorable at that age," K'thyr remarked, remembering his own sons when they were that little. When Tsatya was still alive. He didn't want to be elegiac, not right before Threadfall, but it was hard some days. "Have they gotten used to you being around? Sometimes kids take longer adjusting to a new figure in their lives."

"I like to think they have," said K'far. "They haven't thrown anything sharp at me yet, so that's a good sign. You've got a few of your own, haven't you? How old are they?"

"Two of them are Candidates. The third, my daughter, is an absolute menace. That age were she hasn't figured out that manners will get her further than a sharp tongue. The boys got their mother's temperament. Athyria -- I'm not sure which parent she takes after some days. But I love them all."

"Almost feels like I'm behind the curve," said K'far. "I see a lot of Vaile in her little ones, of course. And what I can only assume is their father, too, of course."

K'thyr winked suggestively. "Maybe you two make one of your own?"

K'far blushed. He had never even considered it, which surprised him. It seemed the kind of thing he _should_ have considered.

"That's mostly up to her," said K'far. "I think... I wouldn't want her to feel I need that to make us a... a family." They practically were, were they not? "Or to worry that I would treat M'vel's kids differently. I know I'm not their father, and I wouldn't dare try to replace him. But I... I am very fond of them."

The was a roar from the Weyrleader's dragon Aluneth, indicating that the Wings should assemble, thus ending the conversation. But, jovially, before they left for their dragons, K'thyr clapped K'far on the shoulder. "A discussion to be had another time. Fly well today! Don't let me find you in the Infirmary later."

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. Here's to a boring fall for you and yours."

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