Dragonet Love
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, Sia
Date Posted: 5th December 2025
Characters: N'mar, J'cello
Description: Sceorlath meets Bairelth and is enamored.
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 9, day 1 of Turn 12
Sceorlath was just sloshing through the weyrlake blowing bubbles and minding his own business when he saw her - a lithe, lean creature the color of trees. The lustre of her hide stilled him mid-slosh, his attention snagging on the way it rippled and reflected in the lakewater like a giant blue-green eye.
He knew now the meaning of the word ‘gorgeous’.
Near the shore, N’mar had only turned to grab more soapsand and when he turned back the brown was gone. **Sceo-?**
He did not reply.
He was busy approaching the much larger, albeit quite petite green with a lingering sense of wonder beneath his overt friendliness. Sceorlath was quite simply enraptured, and could tell just by looking at her that she was as lovely inside as she was to look at.
Wriggling down low in the shallows, he crawled up like an unskilled feline and pounced rather clumsily, sending a light slap of water arcing toward Bairelth. }:Surprise!:{
Bairelth had not been paying attention and startled like a runnerbeast, her body tensing comically before quickly sidling away. She'd been grumpily wading out of the lake after getting appropriately sudsed and scrubbed. Her rider was mostly dry on the shore and refused to go into the water with her, complaining that it was too cold. He also refused to go to the ocean for a bath, even though he _knew_ it would be warmer there. She only saw the small brown out of the corner of one eye, and hardly paid any mind until it was darting towards her.
J'cello's laugh from the shore made her snort. }: Be careful! :{ She chided. }: You're small. I almost didn't see you. :{
But all Sceorlath really knew was that he'd indeed surprised her. Not only that, but he'd surprised her _good_. }:Don’t worry,:{ he said reassuringly, }:Mine says I’m going to be _huge_ and _fast_ soon.:{ despite not really knowing how huge, fast, or even what ‘soon’ really meant.
Puffing his narrow little chest out, he was already ignoring N'mar's questions and mounting curiosity in favor of looking _up_ at Bairelth with even faster whirling eyes. }:Oooh, did I surprise you too much? Want to try again?:{
Bairelth thought to protest- she was never _that_ small- but J'cello sent her an image of an even tinier green Bairelth, fresh out of the egg and trembling behind his legs. She didn't like that one bit. He was the worst.
}: No, I do not. _Where_ is your rider? :{ She asked, exasperated.
}:I don't know.:{ Sceorlath answered automatically, because he had no reason to wonder where he was. Questions tingled, percolating along the barrier between their minds, and so slowly, reluctantly, the brown's eyes left Bairelth in search of his rider.
N'mar finally caught sight of the little bugger when the green dragon moved her tail, revealing his rather oblivious little dragon still hanging a bit too close for anyone's comfort.
}:Oh, there you are.:{ Sceorlath's whirling eyes fell on him but he didn't budge.
**Shards, Sceo. She looks kinda mad.** N'mar looked along the clearly irritated green's length as he approached. “Hey there!” He spotted a dark haired man relaxing close by on the shore, looking unconcerned despite his dragon tensing up like a feline. “Sorry to crowd you like this. I swear, he does listen. Sometimes.” N'mar called over the remaining distance with an apologetic, rueful smile. “I think your girl might be the recipient of some puppy love, though.”
"Well isn't that real sweet." J'cello said mildly, even as Bairelth slowly understood the meaning of the phrase and rumbled in protest. "She could use a bit more socialization. You might want to have him back up a little bit, though, just in case. Admire from a distance."
“Ah, gotcha.” **Why don’t you back up and give her a little space, hey buddy? She was having a quiet bath before we got here.**
Sceorlath looked at his rider and then up the green, noting for the first time that she indeed had been recently scrubbed. But he'd assumed she always looked so lovely. }:Come on Bairelth, let's go rinse!:{ Sceorlath puffed his chest out eagerly. }:Don’t worry, I’m not afraid of the cold.:{
**No, just you! Go, go, go! Show her how brave you are!** N'mar had to shield his smile when the encouragement actually propelled his lifemate forward, possibly being the only one enjoying his brown’s reluctance. **She won't disappear.**
“She must get a lot of admirers,” he mused once he finally heard some new splashing, turning to get a better look at J’cello now, too. “There are a few dragonets in class that are more low-key-- but I think I’m going to have to put a bell on him.”
Bairelth wouldn't disappear, certainly, but she would continue walking in the opposite direction, out of the water. J'cello raised a towel fast enough to catch most of the stray droplets as she shook herself off.
"At least until he's too big for the bell." J'cello agreed. "Your boy's picked a poor one, though. Bairelth _is_ lovely-"
}: Don't encourage him-:{
"-but she's a more solitary creature than the usual dragon. She's chased off browns much bigger than him."
“And my poor guy's still got no idea she could squish him like a bug.” N'mar grinned, absently wiping the water from his face, so used to the splash of waves and salt growing up at Sunstone that he didn't flinch. Still monitoring his dragonet in the shallows, he said, “Tell her her mercy is much appreciated. I'd rather hang onto him if I can, at least until he's able to fly, but he's a slippery little bugger.”
"She'll get real mean once he's fully grown." J'cello said, still with amusement. She hadn't done much yet but nip and smack the dragons that didn't take 'no' for an answer, and he wasn't about to chastise her for that. "But she's been doing all right with the curious hatchlings, at least. Anyway, I should probably head out before she bullies me away. It was nice seeing you, N'mar. And nice meeting you, Sceorlath."
“In that case, she did great.” N'mar enthused. “I'll see you around, J'cello. Have a good one!” From the shallows came Sceorlath's tiny, slightly startled trumpet of goodbye. }:Bye, Bairelth!:{
Last updated on the December 21st 2025