A Child of the Weyr
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: Yvonne
Date Posted: 14th August 2025
Characters: Reyela
Description: Reyela deals with the aftermath of the bad Threadfall.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 9, day 28 of Turn 12
Releya closed the door behind herself with shaking, redwort-stained hands and rested her forehead against the solid wood. Breathe.
Breathe.
The screaming had stopped. The dragons weren't keening, mostly. She could still hear the occasional cry of grief carried through the Weyrbowl on the wind. There was ash on her tongue and ichor on her skin.
Her sleeve was stained muddy with Faranth only knew what, the cuff caked and flaking against the slender curve of her wrist. Her gorge rose and she pulled the whole shirt off with a shudder, throwing it into the shadows beside her chair as if it could crawl off and disappear into the walls. Then she'd never have to see it again. Humid, rain-soaked air drew goosebumps along her arms and back as she sagged back against the door.
Reyela was a child of dragonriders, the granddaughter of Weyrleaders. She knew Threadfall and death and grief as any dragonriding bloodline, but today hung heavy off her back. On the ground, a bad 'Fall was waiting with a pounding heart. It was frantic footsteps and endless bandages and stretchers and shovelfuls of firestone. In the air it was worse.
She hadn't expected it to be worse. Lightning flickered behind her eyelids and screaming, ghostly winds stole her breath. Her skin felt scraped raw. Her own exhaustion and Brandith's entwined like the stitches in a sweater until the room spun in slow circles. She'd only had to fly half the 'Fall. The rest had been knee-deep in ichor and char in the Dragon Infirmary as the sky broke overhead.
Breathe.
**Remember: you are the daughter of dragonriders. You are a greenrider and apprentice Dragonhealer.** She pushed herself away from the door and staggered far enough into the room to grab her wash bag. She needed warmth and people to drive the chill from her bones and a welcoming bed to sink into and sleep away the remains of storm. She was strong enough to face the storm and patch shreds of dragonhide together while Pern fell to pieces, and she was strong enough to take care of herself, too.
She just desperately wished that she didn't have to be.
Last updated on the September 2nd 2025