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Rise of the Brave Dragons [M] - Aeon+Kei

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Life in a Weyr were always busy, but never more so than during a hatching. So much was needed to make things run smoothly. Fresh meat and fish were needed for the hatchlings, healers were at the ready in case of injuries, and the stands were full of riders and family alike chatting excitedly about what they believed the outcomes of the day would be. Already several eggs had hatched and picked a rider and many more yet remained. It was a beautiful day and it wasn't too hot or cold; the perfect day for such a celebration such as this. All eyes were on the sands, all talk about those waiting to see what their future would hold. Everyone was excited to be there. Well...all except for one person.

For one young woman, this entire fiasco brought nothing but pain, torment, and misery. Every since she'd been dropped off at the Weyr ages ago with no clue where she'd come from, she'd been considered an outsider. She'd been through so many hatchings she'd lost count and none of them ever chose her anyway so what was the point. She understood her place here, she was used to the cruel jabs at her expense and the often painful pranks the younger ones would pull, it was fine. She was in trouble most of the time and the healers of the Weyr knew her well because of all the fights she got into for standing up for herself and others.

They didn't like her, she didn't care....well she did but she was used to being alone now. She'd decided, finally, that she was just going to stay out of everyone's way and hope for the best. She'd never be a dragon rider, that was fine. She was going to focus on learning  more about her magic instead and be useful that way. Maybe one day she'd leave the Weyr and find another home where she could start fresh, it was a hope at least. Despite herself though, she too watched the hatching from the safety of the entryway to the stands. She loved watching new lives come into the Weyr and the look of adoration that came when someone was chosen.

She'd always been sensitive to the dragons, and watching them find their forever partner never got old even if it was never to be her. So she was going to watch and then she was going to leave to grab something to eat and head back to her room before the daily torture began again. At least no one could see her here and she could watch. The queen knew she was here, she'd given her respect as she was meant to, she only wanted to watch. It would be alright, it had to be


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A solid, ebony mass stretched across the hot, grainy sands. Up close, one wouldn’t be able to tell it was a maw snaking across the hatching sands, the owner of this maw none other than the clutch’s very sire. Of course, this raised brows in its own right. Most male dragons whom had fathered clutches left it at that, and only showed up during the Touching and Hatching. Not Varanth, though. No, he didn’t falter when his mate told him she was going to take a chunk out of his tail if he didn’t get off of her sands, didn’t budge when the queen actually held through to her threat and snapped at his tail, drawing only a small bit of green ichor. The Fireworm Queen Cinderfang had given up trying to get him out permanently-he had never been this interested in one of her clutches before!-and merely focused her attention on getting him away long enough to eat and perform his duties as a Weyrking. After all, he didn’t have her right to laze about all day for having laid eggs and didn’t get the chance to attend to them every minute of every day until they hatched. It was such a shame, really; had he been born female, he would have been quite the odd, but suited, mom, as seen by his nudging a smaller egg into a cocoon of sand for the top seemed chilled. There you are, little one. Warm as ever and ready. The black beast lifted his skull, turning his eyes in their sockets to catch the senior queen beaming with pride. The eggs, for the most part, appeared to appreciate the attention, their locations preventing them from getting a surplus of attention during the Hatching, apart from visually of course, but they had been fine with that earlier. The Weyrking nightfury smiled faintly, the corners of his heavily armored mouth turning up in a soft, almost loving manner. Cinderfang had done everything she could for her eggs and now it was time for the Hatching.

The king gave a once over of the other eggs, nudging each in turn carefully, before pushing a sandy cushion around some of the colder ones. To watch such a large dragon being so gentle, afraid to even move his feet without making certain three or four times nothing breakable was in that spot where they would go, was terribly amusing, something akin to watching a wher trying on clothing or seeing a wherry try and stand up to a dragon. It was just…cute, but in a hilarious fashion. As the sire came back around to the white beauty he had covered first, his eyes passed over the onyx egg that he knew was entirely his doing. Well, technically the whole clutch was his doing too, but this egg was more of him than the others. It shared so much in common with him; gender, coloring, body size, general personality, mind…The list was endless, and it only made the dragon crouch down on his forelegs, tilting his head to one side to study the black coat that he bore on his very hide. The onyx beast rested the tip of his nose along the top of the egg, an exhale of breath stirring some of the surrounding sand, but nothing badly enough to take notice off. His many lidded eyes half closed, as if he were trying to say something that was difficult for him, or perhaps just hard to word. There is a new world just outside of your shell, I’m certain you know of by now. What you don’t know, though, is it's a new start. Everything is, from now on, for you and whomever you choose to bond with. It's all alive now, all before you for you to choose, and the world rests in the claws of young hearts. Don‘t let me down, my kindred spirit, because I‘ve been waiting for you. Help me fix this Weyr where I fail it, and this world where I cannot. Live, but love. And learn, but do not judge. Be there whether asked to be or not if they are your own. If you feel it, it is right. Your own voice is what I hope to learn from. Perhaps, in time, you will teach me something as I hope to do for you. We can‘t change everything on just our own, but perhaps you will be the one to show the Weyrs of this world what we most need. You will do all in life that I cannot, because you have been hoped for for a very long time. Everything has its time and purpose; you‘re being here is no accident. You were given just when the Weyr needed you most. Varanth nuzzled the smooth surface of the egg, another breath blown from his nostrils as he gathered his last thought. You have to know this upon birth, and I cannot wait to simply tell you, so I hope you understand now. After the rain, the sun will reappear. After the pain, the joy will still be here. You have to look ahead, and forget looking back. There’s only life. Everything you go through is only to bring you closer to some far greater experience. I have learned to see through the darkness, to speak in the silence, and to stand where no one else has because they are too afraid to. Take only this to heart if you never seek help or advice from another soul.

With a parting nudge, Varanth moved away to leave his young to hatch in peace, but something stopped him. Out of the corner of one eye, the onyx egg began to rock. Slowly and, if he hadn’t not been staring intently, he wouldn’t have noticed it himself even for his keen eye sight. Gradually, the rocking passed from egg to egg, some rocking faster, others, like the white and onyx, slower and more steadily. It was here. The behemoth threw back his skull and let loose a resounding bellow that would have knocked rocks from the ceilings were they not so smoothed as they were to prevent such a thing. The Fireworm Queen drew back her maw, opening to allow a humming noise, far higher pitched than Varanth’s current, to spill from her maw as she turned on the Sands to fetch Hers. MINE! Candidates, now! The woman’s eyes lit with joy as she informed the Headwoman, barely taking the time to tell the woman everything in her rush to get to the Weyrbowl and the Watch dragon. “H‘nuy! Take Rebrukth and send the news!” The Weyrwoman had caught the zippleback pair just as they had been about to take up their shift and, with the humming their could hear from the Hatching Grounds, they knew exactly their message to send. Those who had been invited to the event were to be informed and, once she rambled off the list as to whom, he was off with two other dragons, a gronkle and a younger monstrous nightmare  pair, gone before she could even make her way to the Sands to find her dragon and her mate humming. No others beside the Mine of the Weyrking had yet to show, but that was to be expected.

“D‘ron, I‘ve sent out messenger dragons to relay the news. The Headwoman knows too, so I would imagine the candidates do by now as well.”

“I know, Jouri. My thanks for having taken care of that. Now, all we have to do is watch, because the wait is over.”

It was not long before candidates had filed in, guests arrived, and all manner of spectator greeted the Sands. The Weyrking and Queen sat back with their respective Mines, a tall male of a tanned completion with vibrant grey green eyes and a short pixie of a blonde with brown depths. This moment had been eagerly awaited by both Weyrleaders and now, with the prospect of both types of furies hatching, they each stood with baited breath and anticipation.


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It didn't take long before dragons were crashing out of eggs and moving with purpose over the sands. The candidates had gathered, everything was ready. A Monstrous Nightmare was the first to find a bonded, then three Gronkle, and soon many more came and went leaving the two fury eggs remaining. The black egg hatched first, seeming confused before beginning to move around the sands in search of the one he would choose. Tegan watched from her place in the entryway, silvery-blue eyes focused on each new life and the sense each gave her as they emerged from the egg. She smiled to herself, fiddling absently with a lock of her long tawny blond hair. This time really did mean the world to her even though she'd never been chosen when she was in this very place.

She rubbed her hands over her arms, glad her long sleeves hid the bruises from earlier from others so she didn't have to explain to the  few that would care. Then she moved forward a bit in curiosity as the final egg began to shake harder and crack. When the dragon emerged the crowd went silent at the shimmering silvery-white form of the Weyr's first Light Fury. Cat-like eyes looked around and she snorted, swatting wayward hopefuls with her tail and snarling that none suited her. Tegan felt worry hit her that the little one wouldn't find the one she was looking for. She moved forward again, only to be stopped by a tight grip on her arm before she was forcibly yanked back and away.

She hissed in pain and looked up to see B'lorn; her most vicious tormentor. He sneered as he removed her from her place and away from others; snarling at her for daring to go to such a sacred even when she was too worthless to exist. Tegan squared her shoulders and tried to fight him, but he smacked her hair for her trouble. She felt blood trickle down her face and knew this was only the beginning of his beating. So much for enjoying the day. Still she wasn't weak nor afraid to fight so she struggled even as she felt her arm being strained nearly to the breaking point as B'lorn used his much larger body to his advantage against her. He slammed her against a wall and still she refused to cry out like she knew he wanted. Instead she stared defiantly up at him with her storm cloud eyes and kept fighting even if it was useless.

Back on the sands the Light Fury snarled at those that got close to her, digging her claws into several of the ones that dared to approach her. How dare they think they were worthy! These fleshy things were worthless to her, they weren't who she wanted! She looked up at her mother and keened in aggravated distress over not finding what she was looking for. She looked at looked, dark eyes intent and determined. She had felt the one she wanted from her egg, now where the devil had the fleshy thing gone?! Snarling in quiet rage, she felt like tearing those around her to shreds for not being who she wanted. They all thought they were good enough for her, how ridiculous. It was then she smelled the coppery tang of fleshy thing blood and her eyes focused into slits as she focused on the scent. Silvery wings flared out despite her newly hatched status and she roared her aggression into the sky before moving with surprising speed and grace after the smell. She could feel the fleshy thing she wanted, and the fleshy thing was hurt.

She darted off the sands and through the stone archway that led there, spotting a large fleshy thing nearby and the scent of blood that belonged to her worthy one was just beyond it. She snarled in rage again, calling out in her rage and defiance before tackling the large fleshy thing and moving to stand before the bleeding fleshy thing that she wanted. She faced the girl, saw the defiance in her gaze, and knew this was the one she wanted. She watched as eyes met her own before a hand reached out and she gently touched her head to that hand. 'You may call me Silver. I will protect you from this  large fleshy thing. He is not allowed to harm you any longer.' She noted the shock in those eyes of her worthy one and felt it was only right this one felt she wasn't worthy. She knew though, and that was enough. She turned then to face the large fleshy thing, wings spread out as she snarled in defiance and defense of her chosen one. She knew how important she was and began to summon aid. Her fleshy thing was injured; this one needed to die and these others needed to help her worthy one.

A vibrating cry filled the skies as she called her mother and sire for assistance. Surely they would understand what was needed to protect her worthy fleshy thing. And if not, she had teeth and claws and she wasn't afraid to use them.


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A deep, vibrating growl drew silence across the sands. While the queen had of course heard the cry as well, her maternal instincts did not apply to an offspring that was not her own and so she remained in place keeping the peace among the remaining spectators and the weyrlings that had not yet left the sands. It was her mate that stood, the enormity of his hulking mass coupled with the intimidating tusks he bore presenting a rather frightful sight all their own without even the need for him to assert his dominance as the reigning alpha male in the weyr. His bonded remained back, observing as his dragon moved across the sands and situated himself outside of the exit hallway where the much smaller hatchling light fury had gone off to. His bulk prevented his entrance but this did nothing to diminish the almost physical manifestation of his ire at having such a wonderful day for the weyr be disturbed by something, or someone, that had caused a hatchling distress.

His voice rang out very clearly in the relative quiet of the hatching grounds. Come out little hatchling, and bring your bonded with you. Tell me what has distressed you so? This statement drew some shocked gasps from the crowd. The light fury had actually impressed instead of betweening? It was rather unprecedented, a first for the weyr, and certainly something to be very excited about. Up until now, their dragon ranks had been sustained by a large majority of stoker class dragons, with the odd mystery here and there, due exclusively to the fact their resident queen could only clutch variants from that group. A light fury though...She had potential to bring much larger diversity to their ranks in the future, and more to the point her egg had come from the wilds. She was unrelated to any living dragon in the weyr at present, so no matter which beast caught her in the coming year, they would have increased genetic diversity.

I will punish the offender, but you must come out from that place. No one but a hatchling and human can pass through those tunnels. Soon enough, even you won't be able to.


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A vibrating snarl left the small Light Fury as her opponent dared to inch closer. She felt the threat in this fleshy thing and refused to let him near her worthy one. She heard his words about her going back to the sands to choose a worthy one and she snarled again and this time when the fleshy thing reached for the one she protected she lashed out with her teeth and claws and knocked him down; the scent of his blood filling her nose. 'You dare to touch the one that is mine?!' Her mouth opened and lit with a plasma blast as she prepared to destroy this one that dared touch her Own. She heard the one that spoke to her, but he was useless it seemed. Still, she would speak to him. 'This one harmed my worthy one! He needs to die! I cannot remove her with him here, he's hurt her! This fleshy thing will feel my wrath!'

The tunnel lit with the light from her plasma blast and she was prepared to go to war for her worthy one. Still, if she wanted help for her fleshy thing she needed to bring them to the others. So when she released her plasma blast it was into the ground kicking up smoke before she nudged her worthy one hard. 'Run, I will protect you!' Tegan didn't hesitate and ran even as her entire body hurt. She heard B'lorn coughing and cursing but he couldn't see her so she was safe for now. She reached out with her gift and felt the strong presence of the Weyrking just beyond. They'd be safe. Her head hurt and she was dizzy, but she ran with Silver at her back still snarling in rage. She couldn't focus on what had happened, not until they were safe. And then she staggered and fell to the ground, unable to get back up.

Silver stood over her worthy one once more, wings splayed in defense and teeth bared to any that would come. She looked up and spotted a large shadowy form above her, leading her to instantly make demands. 'That one hurt my worthy one! She must be protected! Do something you! She's hurt!' Her tone was furious and just this side of panicked as she felt the pain in the one she'd protect with her entire life. She startled as a gentle hand rested against her side and looked down to meet the eyes of her worthy one. She felt soothed in that instant, though she remained on guard. Tegan looked beyond her irate dragon - and didn't that sound odd to say - to the larger form of the Weyrking. "Please...Silver is upset, I don't want him to hurt her." She knew he would understand and his rider had to be close.

That was the hope at least. She was dizzy and couldn't fight through it to get back to her feet. Her head hurt, her body hurt, and she just wanted everything to settle so that Silver wasn't so upset anymore.


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The moment the little light fury and her bonded stepped onto the sands, the small queen seemed quite hellbent on demanding an awful lot. While it was understandable that she was upset, and he could clearly smell the blood on her human, this was certainly no way to treat the reigning Weyrking ad, patient though he was, Varanth peered down at the small female with no small sense of disapproval. Best to alter your tone, little one. I am not some terrible terror to be demanded about. Critical eyes peered down to the young woman, a slow inhalation and subsequent exhalation passing between the two as he observed her general condition. This was not something so serious she would need too much attention and he felt rather confident in his assessment. His Own was, after all, very well acquainted with healing and presently in the process of walking rather calmly over to the pair while the queen oversaw getting the remaining spectators out of the area and back into somewhat of a normal state.

I understand that you are upset, but your emotions will affect your bonded and the same is true for her emotions to you. It is nothing that cannot be fixed and no one can help you if you do not calm down. Make absolutely no mistake--if you were to lash out at Mine you would be dealt with harshly, queen or no queen. This was a firm warning from the male night fury and his attention focused on the small female before him as His approached. He would exercise the full potent force of his alpha authority if he had to, though he dearly detested doing so and hoped it would not come to as much. When the Weyrleader approached he cast the light fury a look as if awaiting her response to his appearance. When she did not seem to pounce, he knelt down beside of the injured new weyrling and spoke both quietly and calmly, a strange soothing mixture.

"Is it just the head wound then or is there something else I need to look at?" Behind him, the Weyrking spoke to the light fury. I need you to calmly tell me what happened. Otherwise I cannot help you keep that from happening again.


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Silver gave a little hiss of annoyance at the larger dragon, feeling she had every right to be upset. Still, he did have a point. 'I'm not trying to be disrespectful, I just want help for my Own. I can feel the pain she's in and I know this isn't the first time that fleshy thing has hurt her. So long as she gets help, I am content.' Though the snarkiness to her tone was honestly just how she spoke and it wasn't something she could change easily while so upset. She sniffed as another fleshy thing arrived and after a quick once over determined he was no threat to her Own so she let him approach but didn't move from her defensive stance. 'The other is still nearby, I cannot move until I know she is safe. Can you make her so?' She addressed the dragon not the man, of course, as she only wanted to speak to her worthy one and no other. Still, if it got the  point across that was all that mattered.

Tegan again raised a hand to calm the hovering dragon above her, careful not to move too much beyond that. Her demeanor was calm despite her injuries and the distress from her dragon. She ran a hand back and forth against a silvery hide, offering nothing but calm peace and understanding in the face of Silver's wrath. It took a while, but eventually the little Light Fury calmed enough to stop growling, but she was still defensive as she knew the one that had hurt her worthy one was nearby. Tegan took this time to answer the Weyrleader quietly; though it was clear she was in pain. "Hit my head pretty hard, I'm dizzy and my eyes won't focus. I think my right arm is fractured but I'm not moving it to test it. Ribs are bruised, I can barely breathe passed it. Takes...a lot of concentration to keep Silver from attacking everything. Her mind is....red and she's angry and upset and feels threatened. B'lorn he..."

She hissed again from the pain as light hit her eyes and she shut them; feeling Silver settle over her with wings outstretched to try and shield her from the light. She knew Silver didn't care that she was tiny and easily beaten, she would defend her with her life and it was a very new sensation for Tegan. She heard an angry cry from above and knew the Silver Phantom that was B'lorn's dragon had discovered his injury and was seeking vengeance. It meant outing her ability but she couldn't let Silver be harmed. "Morgoth is very angry that B'lorn is hurt. I can...feel his rage. He's coming closer now, I think he's airborne by the feel of his distance to me. He...I feel his intent against Silver. Please...don't let him hurt her. I can't..." Her voice broke with distress, already afraid to lose the dragon that felt so much a part of her.

Silver hissed at the idea of anyone attacking her. She'd kill them all. Still, her worthy one had to come first. So she'd answer the Weyrking. 'I felt her pain...He grabbed her, pulled her away from me when I was seeking for her. Told me to chose a worthy one that wasn't her. He would take her from me, he would kill her to stop me from having her. He torments her, many do, and I need for it to stop please.' Her tail lashed back in forth, more from worry now than too much fury. She was behaving as a hatchling should when her bonded was threatened. She heard the footsteps of the man as he approached, and knew his dragon was coming as well. This couldn't be allowed. 'It is in their mind to destroy us for defying them.' She paused for a moment, feeling the pain in the fleshy thing beneath her and then deciding to make sure that was tended to as well. Painful as being nice to the Weyrking was going to be. 'Could you...please...get yours to see to her stomach as well. I felt sharp pain from that place and a deep sorrow attached to it. Her stomach, her hips, her back...not sure but I smell a lot of blood. Her soul is strong, but weakening, please...ask Yours to do something before I lose her when I've only just found her.'

Her worthy one was so brave, making little sound despite the pain Silver knew she was in. She was brave and yet she was so calm even though she could die. The little Light Fury didn't understand it, not at all. Still, as a show of good faith she retracted her teeth and dug her claws into the ground to show she wasn't a threat to the one helping her worthy one. It took a lot of self control, but in the end it was worth it.


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Had he brows to raise, the Weyrking might have looked every bit as thoroughly perplexed as he felt. His very presence assured her safety--there was no larger beast that would challenge him on the entirety of their island and the weyr at large knew quite well what he was capable of. Even still, he did look back to the senior queen whom had finished escorting other weyrlings and guests off of the sands. There was a small exchange between the pair and she went off out of the hatching grounds with her Own to contend with the snappish creature that she had been informed was lurking. One problem intercepted, he regarding the light fury once more. Cinderfang will not allow him to get close to yours, or yourself for that matter. She will deal with both rider and dragon. He left the implications of this up in the air. Violence was part of the dragon world, sure, but senseless violence for the sake of it would not be tolerated. Particularly not against a new queen and her rider at that.

D'ron peered down at the young woman, bright eyes intent. He said nothing in regards to her commentary--while it was uncommon to be able to feel the intentions of, and certainly to hear, other dragons, it wasn't so great a rarity as to floor him. This was a mark of experience and demonstrated he kept a level head in the face of unexpected news. "Then let's focus on the ribs first and we can look at your head in a moment. I can't exactly treat anything completely in here, so we'll get you up and walking first. I will try to be gentle, but it might sting or burn a little." Healing, particularly with magic, was both time consuming and somewhat invasive. It required a skill few bothered to cultivate as it usually left the user feeling somewhat drained and tired. The end results were of course usually phenomenal, but the struggle was in finding someone willing to perform such lengthy sessions.

The Weyrleader seated himself into a comfortable position before he tentatively set his hand upon her person. This touch was midway up her back, not too far to one side or the other, and bore very little pressure. Typically he'd work with both hands but, given the situation and the newly hatched queen's behavior, he didn't want to startle her anymore than necessary. "Close your eyes and take a deep breath--it will hurt but it'll make this go quicker. Bruises aren't too much trouble at least." He waited for her compliance before setting to work. A strange, almost pulsing warmth seemed to vibrate from his palm and fingertips where they touched the tunic fabric of the youth in front of him. True to his word, he had warned of a potential sting though this would have been rather mild in nature and if she was any bit accustomed to pain it would rate very low on the scale.

Some ten minutes passed and he retracted his hand. "Any better?"


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Silver relaxed a bit at the reassurance from the larger Weyrking, but she kept her wings up to shield her worthy one from the light so her head wouldn't hurt so much. She didn't trust anyone but herself to keep Tegan safe, and she was so very small it was a fight just to do so and she knew it. Still, it was good to have a bit of help; even if the male was a tad...well full of himself. She could put up with it for the sake of her Own. 'That is good then. Tegan is calm, but she hides her pain well and I have no wish for her to be injured any further. You're the same over your fleshy thing, surely? I'm not...over-reacting am I? I don't think I am.' A tinge of uncertainty entered into her tone, but really she didn't think she was behaving badly for wanting to protect her worthy one. She felt calm reassurance from Tegan and nuzzled gently against her to both soothe herself and remind Tegan she wasn't alone anymore.

Tegan smiled faintly at the nuzzling from such an overconfident creature, but she knew Silver needed it. She acted all high and mighty but Tegan knew that the Light Fury was really just scared to lose her which would leave her alone. She wasn't going anywhere though. Focusing on the man at her side after a moment, she kept her eyes shut to protect her poor head and answered him quietly. "That's fine, just give me a warning before you go near my head. Silver is...really sensitive to my being in pain just now." She breathed carefully as the man began to work on her. She winced just slightly but gave no other indication of pain or discomfort beyond that. She knew better than to show pain, it led to others taking advantage to harm her even worse. Her lips thinned into a tight line though and her skin paled a bit; showing that she definitely felt what was happening to her.

She startled just slightly, then had to touch Silver as the Light Fury began to growl in order to reassure her that she was fine, just startled. She settled again carefully and let herself be tended to. She felt an unfamiliar hand on her back and that was what had startled her in the first place. She breathed through it but didn't react again; knowing better. She took a deep breath when asked, not bothering to open her eyes while her head hurt so badly. Tegan could help but tense slightly once again at the pulse of warmth that went through her and she had to press her hands hard against the ground to stop herself from reacting. It didn't really hurt, exactly, it was just a tad uncomfortable. After some time the pain ebbed and she heard the  man ask if she felt any better. She breathed out quietly but didn't move her head lest it hurt again. She did answer him though. "It is, thank you. Also...sorry for Silver's behavior. She's...very worried. It's no excuse for her disrespecting you and your dragon, but I still wanted to apologize." It was all she could do.

She could also hear the whispers that had began and none of them were very friendly. She heard the slurs against her and the comments about what she'd done to the little queen to force her to choose her. They didn't trust her not to harm the Light Fury, they felt she had drugged the little queen and should be punished. They even felt B'lorn was in the right for trying to remove her from the sands as she never deserved to be there in the first place. She wasn't one of them, she didn't belong. They all felt strongly about it. She ignored the comments, very much used to them by now. She just wanted all of this to be over.


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My fleshy thing? Genuine confusion entered the Weyrking’s tone before he came to the conclusion she was talking about her eventual rider. He supposed of course that concept would be confusing to a new hatchling, so he let the notion go and didn’t correct her so much as offer a different term for her to use  No, every dragon is protective over their rider. Some more so than others, but the general behavior is the same. It’s hard at first to imagine they can handle themselves sometimes because we’re generally more equipped to handle things on our own than our humans. We have fire, claws, and fangs. They have very little more than their minds and what they can build with them. Some, like my own, have magic as well, but it doesn’t negate the worry we feel. You’ll know in time what Yours can and cannot do. Being with you will change that for her as well.

D’ron shook his head. “It’s fine. I cannot really expect her to be anything else; her species is very free spirited and protective of the things they like. She’s attached to you so that extends to you now too.” Of course...for this new weyrling that thought alone might be very shocking. She was no longer alone, and more to the point she had someone that now depended on her for a lot of her care. “I’ll start with your head next, if you’re alright with that?” He inquired. “I should be able to look at your arm as well, but the rest will have to be looked at when you get to the Infirmary—magic is very draining.” He was certainly capable, but there was only so much he could do in one session and more to the point, he needed to make sure he was steady enough to handle what the Weyrwoman was currently working with, i.e. punishment for the one that had drawn blood.

“We’ll get you situated in the Infirmary after this and have some fish brought up for Silver. She needs to eat soon, and a good oiling as well. The Weyrling Master will probably come to you personally after he handles the other weyrlings—there’s much to do for you now. You’ll be moving into a new weyr, there’s Silver’s instruction and care now, and of course all the duties you will be undertaking with the Weyrwoman to see how things are run.” In essence, her entire life was about to change and it was this thought he left her with as he placed a gentle hand on an uninjured section of her head to begin working on sealing up the gash and removing the tenderness and pain of swelling.


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Silver's head tilted to the side at the Weyrking's words; confused for a long moment before finally she understood his words. Alright then, so the fleshy things were called humans, she could remember that. Something still confused her though. 'Why are the flesh-er, why are the humans so vulnerable then? They are meant for us, so why aren't they stronger like we are? Or...is that why we find them, so we can protect them?' It was probably an odd way for a dragon to think, but the little Light Fury wasn't an ordinary dragon by any means. Her kind were always extremely intelligent and perceptive to the world around them. For Silver though, it just meant learning as much as she could to better protect and care for her worthy one. The rest was just...words and noise.

Tegan could only smile faintly at the way Silver's mind seemed to work. It was interesting to listen to; even if she didn't quite agree with some of the little dragon's thoughts. They'd find a common ground though. She kept her eyes close still as she listened to the man helping her brush off her apology. It still amazed and baffled her that such an amazing creature as Silver would be protective of someone like her. She found she rather liked it. Gentle crooning from said dragon accompanied the thought and finally the little queen curled up in her Tegan's lap as the young woman slowly shifted into an upright position and gave permission for the man next to her to look at her head. "You're...alright to take care of my head whenever you're ready. Honestly the arm can wait until we get to the infirmary since I know you have other things to do." She was pragmatic if nothing else; even though Silver hated the idea of her chosen one being left in pain.

She smiled to herself as she felt the warm press of her little dragon against her body and the possessive little tail that curled around her hips loosely as if Silver were afraid they'd be separated. She ran a gentle hand along the Light Fury's head and spine, enjoying the little croons of pleasure that rewarded her for her efforts. It was actually the talk of what was to come - specifically the bit about the Weyrwoman - that had Tegan wincing and opening her eyes again despite the pain it caused. Her expression was shocked and horrified at the same time. These people hated her, why would they put her into more danger by making her one of those to lead the Weyr? Even now she heard the echoing taunts and jeers from bystanders as the Stands cleared and even though she'd never paid much attention to it before, now Silver's life depended on her and anything that drew attention to her was a threat.

Silver snarled lowly at the whirling thoughts going through Tegan's mind before settling more firmly around her. 'I will protect you, Tegan, never doubt that. I will never allow anyone to separate us. I will not allow them to hurt you. I chose you, those words in your mind...they are jealous and should be ignored. I know you worry, that is your right, but I am with you now and nothing is going to change that. Those others were not worthy for me, you are, and I would never change my mind over something that important. You are mine.' She felt Tegan thoughts racing, her worry not for herself but for Silver and she looked up to meet her human's troubled gaze before lifting her head enough to gently press it against Tegan's. The pair both shut their eyes and a sort of communication ran between the pair. It wasn't really words, more like emotions and assurances and adoration and devotion from one to the other. They were together now, and that meant any threat would be dealt with together as a team.

Tegan slowly took a deep breath and let Silver settle back into her lap again; feeling comforted by the firm but gentle mental touch of the young Light Fury. She worried still, yes, but with Silver at her side she felt perhaps she could do it. She still didn't want to lead the Weyr in any fashion as much of it hated her very existence, but she still had a lot to learn and maybe one day she could leave the Weyr with Silver and start fresh somewhere no one knew who they were. That was a comforting thought. And it wasn't as if she didn't have an ace up her sleeve should she really need to use it. Silver knew, she could feel the magic in her, but Tegan had always tried to avoid using that ability. Being able to sense the dragons and their intentions was one thing, but her magic...Well it remained to be seen just how viciously she was going to have to protect herself and Silver. Only time would tell.


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They do not grow in the same ways we do, and many do not live half as long. There is always balance in things--many dragons would not feel they needed to bond to a human and rider if they felt they could handle themselves. It made sense. Some dragons were terribly proud creatures, others vain, and some still selfish and interested in mostly only themselves. There was no reason for them to bond to something they felt did not need the benefit of their presence in their lives. Each dragon's reason is unique. If you feel she needs to be protected and that is why you chose her, then that is your reason. For my Own, I chose him because we are of a like mind. He understands me.

D'ron finished up his work relatively quickly given the circumstances. Her head wound was not so severe, though it did require cleaning on the outside now, and merely appeared to be a much more serious matter than it was. The bleeding ebbed before eventually stopping entirely, the wound sealing shut and the slow throb and swell of injured skin receding until it was little more than a memory. "If that's what you want," he stated, somewhat hesitant. It was probably wiser to get her to the Infirmary sooner rather than later, so perhaps her request wasn't so unusual. The Weyrleader stood up slowly, dusting off his leggings before regarding both hatchling and new rider.

"I'll escort you both to the Infirmary. Do you need any help getting up?" Varanth at his back nodded, peering down to the light fury and bidding her a pleasant evening. I cannot go where you are headed so I will take my leave. The Weyrling Master will bring you something to eat shortly. The large hulking mass of the Weyrking wandered off of the sands, intent to speak to the Weyrling Master's dragon before sending him on his way and meeting his mate to discuss what punishment had been given to the rider and dragon pair threatening the new young queen.


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Silver nodded slightly, still trying to understand what she was hearing but understanding enough to know that her reasons were her own when it came to Tegan. 'She needs me, that's all I know. She needs me so she isn't alone. I suppose that's enough.'

Tegan held herself still as the healer worked on her head, still slightly startled at the sensation of his magic so close to her. Eventually it was nothing more a twinge and a memory and she let out a sigh of relief at that. She gave the man a tiny smile. "Thank you, I do appreciate the help, and I'm sure this is more than enough." She watched him straighten up and dust himself off before gently removing Silver from her lap and accepting the helping hand to get back to her feet. "I appreciate the help, I'm still feeling a bit unsteady, but it's getting better." She too dusted herself off once she was back on her feet and allowed the man to escort her to the infirmary even though she knew the sort of treatment she'd get there. It was fine, her arm may or may not be broken but it would heal regardless. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination and the healer greeted D'ron politely and with a warm smile, assuring the Weyrleader he'd take good care of the young woman before him. Once the man was gone though his smile turned into a dark sneer and he roughly took her arm and checked it, ignoring her wince of pain. He dismissed her as overreacting to a not serious injury and forcibly removed her from his infirmary.

Tegan had to pick up Silver so the healer didn't lock her in the infirmary with him to 'save her from the worthless street rat'. Silver snarled over the treatment, but let Tegan run off with her despite the pain her worthy one was still in. Tegan crossed through many hidden passages that few knew were even there until she made it back to the little safe haven she'd made for herself. It was an old storage room that hadn't been used in ages, she'd cleaned it out and made a home for herself there. She quickly put Silver down and got blankets settled in case the Light Fury wanted to rest. She'd go and get some food after a good rest. She doubted the Weyrling Master would come looking for her, queen dragon or not. That man was B'lorn's older brother and liked her just about as much as he did. She'd go get supplies to care for Silver in a bit, for now she settled herself carefully on to her pallet and used her meager supplies to tend to her remaining injuries before Silver curled up with her and both settled into a light doze.

Some time passed and Tegan slept on; exhausted from the day. Silver though was awake but didn't dare leave Tegan's side lest someone stop her from returning to the one that clearly needed her most. She sighed to herself; knowing she was going to have to take care of things herself from now on if they were to learn what they needed to. Thus she didn't hesitate to reach out for the Weyrking as it was his duty to be certain they were cared for as much as it was his human's. 'Varanth, if you wouldn't mind, the healer kicked us out and tried to prevent me from leaving with Tegan. We are in her secret hiding place, but I am hungry. Would you ask of your human if I could have some fish? It is too dangerous to venture out alone and Tegan is exhausted. I'm hungry though, but I can't leave her unprotected when she's still injured and all are against her. So, would you please ask him? If he agrees or knows someone trustworthy, I'll come to get fish or send Tegan or that person can come to us. We....we need help. Sorry for the trouble, I'm not yet big enough to properly protect her.'

One day she would be, just not yet. Still, her growling stomach needed to be seen to. Tegan had let her have the food she had there, but it wasn't nearly enough for the growing Light Fury. Life was to be difficult for them it seemed. Very well; she had much to learn.


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With the new queen rider settled into the Infirmary, the Weyrleader took his leave. A long conversation followed with the Weyrling Master regarding the new weyrlings, their schedules for training, what had been observed of each dragon, before finally settling on the topic of the queen rider. It was standard protocol for the Weyrling Master to check in on every new rider, though the training for Tegan and Silver would almost exclusively fall to that of the current Weyrleaders. Confident this meet and greet would be carried out, D'ron met up with the Weyrwoman to discuss the matter of B'lorn and his dragon. Several weeks of Watch Dragon duty was a decent enough punishment that would keep the man asleep when the new queen rider was taking to her lessons and awake at night in one of the nearby Holds. Not a fun job by any means, entertaining Hold folk and Lords, but it got the point across the animosity wasn't tolerated. It was unpleasant this type of behavior had been permitted to flourish, and vaguely the Weyrleader wondered to himself what had started it all.

It was these thoughts that carried on with him while his dragon fed and he himself enjoyed some klah and meat rolls in the kitchens. Some time later he took to the bathing pools and, after giving everything a good scrub, he retired to his personal chambers. His dragon Varanth reclined lazily on the weyr ledge, dosing somewhat, until Silver's voice interrupted his sleepy state. Confusion swirled in his eyes before a slow, deep anger welled that drew his rider's attention. What do you mean you were kicked out? Was this problem already so deeply embedded in the Weyr he needed to make a direct and firm order of his dragons and their riders?!

I will be down in the Weyrbowl in a moment. You need to bring yours outside so you can eat and she can be looked at again. This was unacceptable! She should have eaten hours ago and, though it wasn't her new rider's fault, this couldn't be allowed to continue. If she needed help, she needed to make as much known as there was apparently more going on in his Weyr than he both knew of and expected. With things explained to his rider, D'ron sighed and closed his book. Standing, he grimaced. This was...far from ideal. "I'll have to talk with the Weyrwoman. If what she is saying is true, and a dragon has no reason or need to lie, then she needs to be moved into her Weyr for her own safety." Varanth rumbled a low agreement before jumping off from his ledge and gliding down into the Weyrbowl. He secured what he believed to be a sizable amount of fish for the young queen and stood heavy guard over the pile even as his rider made his way to his side toting a jar full of oil to put on Silver's hide so that her rapid growth would not cause her scales discomfort.


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Silver winced at the sudden rage from the older dragon but held her stance firm. They needed help. 'It is as I said, the healer squeezed down on Tegan's arm then told her she made a huge fuss over a minor injury even though we both can tell the arm is at least fractured. Then we had to run because he would have kept me there away from Tegan. He called her a worthless street rat. Tegan picked me up and ran, she's been too afraid to leave her safe place because they could have caught her. She fears retaliation as none here truly want her anywhere near a dragon much less a queen. They'd kill her in an effort to save me of they had the chance, so please don't be angry with Tegan, she's trying her best. She had some food she gave me when we got here and she made me a nest of my own to sleep in. She's not worthless or ill equipt, she's just afraid. She had no reason to believe despite his kindness that she's be believed if she'd told of this matter before. It's been going on for so long there are old scars on her. Since she was a small hatchling if I understand the memories right.'

Silver paused as Tegan began to stir and gently nuzzled her. 'Come then, I've found us help. Trust me, they won't take me from you without a fight.' She felt the Weyrking and his human were the good sort but Tegan didn't trust easily. She would trust Silver, and that was a enough. It took some coaxing to get Tegan up with how much pain she was in and the exhaustion and stress plaguing her, bit they managed and soon both were creeping out cautiously into the Weyrbowl. Silver lashed out at no less than six people on the way there as they attempted to either hurt Tegan or separate them. Many would be in the infirmary tonight but that was the price they paid for crossing a Light Fury.

Eventually they did make it and Silver was quick to dart beneath the large Weyrking to keep others from coming after her again. She hissed and growled and launched herself more than once from her hiding place to protect Tegan until the girl finally stood before the large mass that was Varanth. She gave an exhausted smile and nodded politely to the dragon before looking around again for any continued threats. "Thank you, Varanth, for bringing her something to eat." At least she could care for Silver even though she herself hadn't eaten in a while, not since the day before. She was used to it though, living off of whatever scraps she could find. She'd make certain Silver never went hungry for long though, not ever. She'd never let her dragon go through the hardships she had if she could help it. Silvery-blue eyes locked onto the approaching Weyrleader as soon as she noticed him coming towards then. He had oil for Silver, and that was good, but Tegan couldn't help being in fight or flight mode still from the attacks before. Not that she felt he'd hurt them, just instict and experience kept her cautious.