Machinations
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: Halyonix
Date Posted: 5th November 2025
Characters: Felorin
Description: Felorin thinks about her options
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 11, day 15 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: Aydhara, Sareya
Felorin checked her image in the mirror. She had always loved how tall she was, often rivaling that of men, long in shapely leg that made those same men turn as she passed. Her fingers threaded through her equally long hair, teasing out the layers, as she prepared herself for dinner that evening.
Around her, Candidates chattered in a low hum from their beds, discussing the day's lessons or whatever other tedious thoughts came to their mind. Some of them, Felorin knew, watched her with open envy. She had a beauty that they did not and Impression would not change that about them. They would always be ugly -- they would now just be ugly with a dragon.
Felorin's fingers found a knot in her hair at the same moment her mind found a knot of conversation from earlier. Aydhara's words about playing a game she was set to lose because of her age pricked. It wasn't like Felorin was pinning her hopes on a gold dragon like some of the younger, dimglow girls. Felorin wanted _any_ dragon. Her wiles had gotten her into this position but the bluff was about to be blown.
No. She still had time. She was not going to let Aydhara's words rankle her that much. At least she had more going for her than that impressionable idiot Sareya. When the time came for Felorin to decide on a craft, she was most certainly _not_ going to follow in any of her family's footsteps and get preferential treatment. Nor was she going to start popping out babies like her Holdborn friends.
**I need a stupid dragon to pick me,** she thought as she untangled the knot. **Me and not Aydhara. Or Sareya.** Oh, wouldn't it be just poetic if neither of those two, with their illustrious lineages, failed to Impress? Felorin could already see herself, astride her own dragon, looking down upon their despair.
The fantasy made her feel better. She teased the knot clear and straightened, checking her side profile for any dirt. She could be a dolphineer if this dragonrider thing didn't work out. There was an option, even if a pale shade of her true goal. Felorin didn't mind the water. She could also try harpercraft too, though her singing was subpar. There were other specialties of harper, right? She could pursue those.
But all of those possible futures could wait. Tonight, she was going to dinner, where she would meet up with K'valt, who would take her to the beach later and whisper sweet nothings in her ear while his hand slipped under her tunic. She'd let him, of course, because it was always good to have a man or two in one's pocket just in case.
And no, she wouldn't be thinking about Aydhara or her ominous words. Let that bitch think Felorin impenetrable. "Beleda," she said, turning towards one of the Candidates sitting nearby, "did you still want me to braid your hair? You said you wanted to impress that boy from Citrus Bay, right?"
Beleda immediately brightened, both at the prospect of having her hair done properly and having the attention of the prettiest girl in the Barracks for a bit. "Yes, please!"
With a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, Felorin sat down on the bunk and began combing through the other girl's tresses, playing the part of an experienced Candidate giving advice to the younger ones, knowing that word would get back to the Weyrlingmasters about how helpful Felorin was with the newer ones and how much she belonged here at the Weyr.
It was all just a game until she Impressed.
Last updated on the November 29th 2025