Rise and Shine (1/2)
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: AL, Francesca, Heather, Iluva, Shawna, Sia
Date Posted: 11th November 2025
Characters: J'nic, T'erin, D'narion, N'mar, K'lin, Viseya, Riali
Description: The Weyrlingstaff check in on the weyrlings the morning after the Hatching.
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 8, day 21 of Turn 12
It was a cold and rainy morning as J’nic arrived at the weyrling barracks. Many of the dragonets were in the middle of their first meal or being bathed and oiled. The rest were back in the barracks or, in a few cases, hadn’t begun yet.
It was a restday, so there weren’t any classes, but the day after the Hatching was an important moment to check in with everyone and make sure they knew how to care for their dragonet. The weyrlingstaff were spread out so they could briefly meet with small groups of weyrlings.
“Good morning,” J’nic called out to the ten or so weyrling pairs in the barracks. “How are you all doing?”
D'narion had been fine. He'd woken up when the earliest risers had, the little cries for breakfast pulling him from a deep sleep. Rusaeth hadn't roused until much later and he was just curling back up for a well-deserved nap in his wallow, his herdbeast-sized brown head square on his lap. And on his chest. And he got the feeling that he'd made a mistake.
"Sssh." He called back, even as Rusaeth chastised him for being so loud. "There are babies _sleeping_, sir. Including me. I could go for a nap right now, too. Whether I like it or not."
T’erin had come to the conclusion that he was never having children. Not if it was more demanding than a baby dragon. He didn’t answer the Weyrlingmaster out loud, but raised a weary hand in greeting.
Sceorlath bounded out to greet the Weyrlingmaster in an array of uncoordinated limbs, his skinny little neck craning around the barracks with barely contained excitement. Back on his bed, N'mar barely had his socks on and his eyes open, despite the pulsing of glee behind his eyes, despite normally being an early riser who rarely needed calling.
He nearly had a boot on when he caught a smudging flash of the Weyrlingmaster's face through his vision, and for a moment felt dizzy from the way the walls shuttered out then in around him again. It was amazing, but going to take some getting used to.
Sensing his rider’s lurching stomach with the utmost concern, Sceorlath came bounding back the other way to get him, skittering around the corner in a spray of talons. A brief crashing sound, a yelp, and a minute later N'mar emerged with a handkerchief pressed to one side of his nose to stop the bleeding and a slightly off-toned, “Morning, sir.”
Sceorlath just bounced happily beside him.
K’lin said nothing. That was not anything out of the ordinary for he was generally a quiet person. When he was with his brother, he opened up far more readily, but considering they were not only related, but looked exactly alike, it was natural. When it came to others, or those he was not as familiar with, he spoke very little.
It was not a sullen silence that marked him, for K’lin was not a sullen person. Rather, he simply just did not open up immediately to others. Given some time, he might open up and engage in conversation, but even so, that was more likely to happen one on one. In groups where there were multiple people vying for domination of the conversation, he would simply stay quiet.
Thus, it was that when the Weyrlingmaster asked his question, K’lin remained silent. He did answer it, certainly, just not verbally. Instead, his head inclined forward in a single, sharp, but polite nod, indicating that he was well, and he certainly wasn’t complaining about anything. Zineth had awoken early and wished for food, and thus that was when the dragonet broke his fast. After that, the bronze settled down to sleep, and K’lin slipped to the dining hall and procured some repast for himself before he returned to the barracks where he found his lifemate still in the depths of slumber. With little to do, K’lin had returned and set about reading through the information for his craft, despite the fact he would not be returning to classes for it any time soon, if ever.
With the Weyrlingmaster’s arrival, he put aside that work. Looking around, he let his gaze linger on the other weyrlings. In the chaos of the hatching followed by the feast, he hadn’t the opportunity to see who all had Impressed. When the Second entered, however, she took everyone’s attention.
Viseya did not ‘sshh’. If anything, she came in hotter and louder than J’nic, “Who is ready for an oiling inspection? And who hasn’t fed their starving baby dragons yet? Up and at ‘em.”
"Alas, I cannot. I don't make the rules." D'narion protested. He'd managed to scramble up into a sitting position, at least, but the big brown head snoring on his lap wouldn't let him go any further. He gently brushed his hands along Rusaeth's neck and headknobs, enamored with the smooth feel of freshly oiled hide.
Having heard a commotion on the boy’s side of the barracks, Dymith poked her head in, Riali having unsuccessfully tried to explain that they were supposed to stay on the girl’s side. Unlike some of the boys, she had been up for some time and Dymith was already fed.
“Good morning, Riali, Dymith,” J’nic said with a smile. “Can you round up any of the other young women who are in the barracks? Have Dymith ask Raileth or Cholsinth if anyone is slow to wake up.”
“Yes sir,” Riali said. Dymith quickly bounded ahead of her, excited to be doing such an important task. }:Wake up!:{ she called.
Last updated on the November 29th 2025