Little Minds, Big World
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
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Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
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Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Sia
Date Posted: 21st July 2025
Characters: D'narion
Description: Donnarion Impresses Rusaeth
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 8, day 20 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: K'lin, Riali, N'mar
The Weyr was _alive_.
Donnarion could feel it, _hear_ it, in ways most people never could. In ways most people couldn't even _dream_. It wasn't just the thrumming of dragons that filled the cavern, that filled everyone's senses and felt deep in their bones. Their thoughts, their conversations, _themselves_, in this amorphous existence that Donnarion couldn't even begin to explain to someone who could never understand.
}: That one is strong. :{ mused a green from somewhere above, her tone tinted with approval as a dark green dragonet flopped free from her shell and creeled. The little one had less words than she had _feelings_. Surprise at the outside world, confusion as she struggled on wobbly legs that she had thought would work, a single-minded drive to find her person. Her person wasn't him, he knew as innately as she did. He was just a bystander. An eavesdropper.
}: See how she finds her feet. :{ Another dragon- Donnarion wasn't sure which, except that he had a masculine voice that sounded familiar, }: Go on, little one. :{
}: They're so small.:{ Another masculine voice complained. }: I was never that small, was I?:{
Donnarion couldn't help the grin plastered over his face. The Weyr was a constant stream of activity, but this was the singular point where they were all together. A thousand different conversations hummed in the periphery of his mind, blending together into the dull roar of the largest party Donnarion could ever attend. All the attention focused on the newest dragonets and their first moments.
Old minds welcomed the new. New life, waiting to be dragons. Felt the heat of the sands and the thrum of the others around them, learning what they are and what they will be as they tumble from their eggs. Little minds, big world.
A girl called out a green's name just after he heard it. Dymith. A brown burst forth from his shell with such force he tumbled, then collected himself with admirable dignity before headbutting a boy in the chest. Sceorlath.
Donnarion almost missed the bronze hatching. He was too enthralled in a green and a blue arguing over which candidates were "theirs" to look at that he didn't see the flash of bronze fall onto the Sands. He saw his brother move out of the corner of his eye and he turned just in time to see him caressing the bronze's big, shiny head. He realized, belatedly, that this was the egg that Kedolin had liked best. As if he had known that it would be The One.
He didn't have time to congratulate his brother. The egg nearest the pair rocked and cracked until a paw pushed out, breaking the seal at last. It retreated and pushed again, cracking the shell until a brown slowly clambered out, more certain of his legs than most of the new dragonets. He stretched his wings for the first time, testing how they might give him the balance he needed to figure out his feet, and Donnarion nearly laughed at how silly he looked. Pudgy and round, the size of a small runnerbeast but shaped like a land-dolphin, with wings that almost looked comically small.
It made his slow, deliberate progress even funnier, and the brown turned his whirling eyes to stare flatly at him. }: This is no laughing matter. :{ He said sternly.
Donnarion wheezed.
He clapped a hand over his mouth, half to smother the snorting laugh that escaped him and half because he couldn't believe that he was being scolded like an apprentice being caught with bubbly pies. Scolded by a dragon that was minutes old, straight-faced and dead-serious.
}: This is no laughing matter. :{ The brown continued, }: I had to work very hard to get out with dignity, and there you are, giggling. :{
"Sorry." Donnarion managed after he smoothed the grin down into something manageable. "You're right. That is a very big thing you did."
The brown considered him again, and Donnarion felt the force of it this time. A warm, grounded weight of him in his mind that was so much more than the casual brush of a dragon's passing thoughts. This was different. This one was his. It was Rusaeth. His Rusaeth. A dignified voice that had no business being in such a round, wet body with stubby wings and oversized feet, and Donnarion loved him almost instantly.
Rusaeth took another careful step forward and sniffed at his face, hot air blowing against his hair. A smear of eggshell and goop across Donnarion's face. }: I forgive you. I suppose I must. You are mine, after all.:{
Donnarion pressed both hands to the chubby brown head, overwhelmed with amusement and awe and something else too powerful to name. The conversation of dragons above and around them dimmed. Everything narrowed to Rusaeth, solid and real and _his_. His thoughts had a rhythm, a slow dependable cadence, soothing and calm.
And then the world flew back into loud, chaotic, beautifully messy focus again, and Rusaeth huffed. He butted his damp head against Donnarion's shoulder and blinked at him. }: I'm hungry. Let's go. :{
"Oh. Yes." Donnarion turned to look for his brother and bronze Zineth, the stupid grin still plastered on his face. "K'lin! Look! His name is Rusaeth!"
Rusaeth huffed. }: That's not food. :{
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