Birthday Bonfire (2/3)
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: Iluva, Shawna, Sia
Date Posted: 12th February 2025
Characters: Cirina, O'rosin, R'fayne, Aydhara
Description: Aydhara gets ready for the party, Cirina arrives at Barrier Lake Weyr
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 4, day 6 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: Aydhan, N'kevyn
Aydhara peeked into the goldrider weyr. Tymborikath stared back at her, eyes whirling with curiosity. Most of a caprine lay nearby, just enough of a bite taken out to sate a suitor and make a mess. Tymborikath nickered a greeting that was cut off by a finger to the teenager's lips.
"Is Mom or Dad home?" Aydhara loudly whispered.
Tymborikath shook her head, then tilted it.
"No no, that's okay. Don't tell them I'm here. I'm just looking for something." Aydhara said, "I won't tell Mom about your snack if you don't tell her I'm here."
Tymborikath considered a moment, then nodded.
Despite the warning, Aydhara crept into the weyr. It was as empty as the gold promised, and Aydhara quickly moved across the room to rifle through the cabinet where her parents stored the wine. A few of them she recognized as ones her and Nik had already pilfered, slowly filling them with water so no one would be the wiser. Those weren't good enough for the birthday bonfire. She had friends to impress. She reached into the back row and pulled out a bottle that looked nice-
Only to see a small note stuck to it, in her mother's handwriting: 'There's a nice bottle in the cabinet above the counter without any extra water. Do not take this one. Happy Birthday.'
"Oh." Aydhara carefully set the wine back, closed the cabinet, and retrieved the correct bottle. It wasn't a nice vintage, but Aydhara was newly eighteen and didn't know better. "Nevermind, Tym." She called on her way out. "If you see Aeoluth, can you tell him we're down by the lakeside?"
Cirina was practically bouncing on Aeoluth’s back as they appeared over Barrier Lake Weyr, and she had her jacket half off before they'd even landed. “Well, how do I look? Ready for a party?” The piercing gaze she fixed on O’rosin made it clear there was a wrong answer.
"Beautiful." O'rosin agreed without missing a beat nor turning to look. He'd fallen for that before and painfully realized he didn't know enough about any kind of fashion. The fire itself was already roaring on the beach, likely from the rotund bronze that rested further back, his bright green eyes shining in the dark. Aeoluth landed nearby, careful not to jostle his favorite passenger, and extended his arm for her to climb down.
Skadith’s quick descent in the dark into Barrier Lake didn't offer much of a view. Ever since the newest Weyr had opened, R’fayne had been curious how exactly an old mine and its sunken weyrbowl would function as a home for River Bluff’s dragons, though it seemed as though its tragic legacy had transplanted as well, and that was getting more of his and everyone else’s attention these days than aesthetics.
Still, gliding above the glittering stars mirrored on the black disc of its lake was other-wordly, entrancing. Hundreds of dragoneyes studding the cliff sides shone like trembling, breathing jewels. Near the shore, like an angry itch in its giant black eye, the bonfire was fully awake, a roaring beacon of orange tendrils tangoing in the dark.
Skadith came in hot beside Aeoluth with a solid thump. Big head still raised, craning instinctively toward home, he snorted at the wind and smoke. The early evening here was as cool as the twilight air of Dolphin Cove, and as he watched spirals of embers flocking up into the night sky, a bronze - slightly younger, though slightly larger than him - skidded into a shaky halt. Just like Skadith’s brown brother, the bronze bore a young man and woman on his neck, who also demanded the young man reassure her of her unchanged beauty before reluctantly attempting to dismount in one exceedingly long purple gown.
Vaulting down, R’fayne schooled some amusement. He had sisters, after all. He knew their wrath. He didn’t know Aydhara or any of her friends, or frankly what time it was here, so, his attention hovered mostly on O’rosin, and Cirina. He adjusted the collar of his striped shirt beneath his jacket. “You know, you could have worn this.” R’fayne told the brownrider. Briefly thumbing the fabric, a flask appeared.
O'rosin’s face, already a little pink from the wind and cold of _between_, flushed a deeper red. "Are we at the 'raiding each other's closets' stage yet?" He asked.
“You were already wearing it.” R'fayne pointed out. “It looked good, too.” As he considered the brownrider, he couldn't help but smile, amused. “Look, I don't really know how this works in a hold, but if you can push me onto your bed, you can wear my shirt.”
O'rosin shook his head. "It doesn't exactly translate over." He finally said. Stealing clothes from his brothers was _very_ different, and he would _never_ have taken R'fayne to bed if he'd stayed at the hold. "C'mon, let's see what drinks they nabbed."
Last updated on the February 24th 2025