Dragonets After Dark (1/3)
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: Shawna, Sia
Date Posted: 8th December 2025
Characters: Aydhan, N'kevyn
Description: The eggs don't hatch today...?
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 13, day 20 of Turn 12
It was hatching day. Or, it was supposed to be. It was the correct date from the mating flight, and Tymborikath had clutched on time. The gestation seemed to be moving on track, or at least as far as they could tell from the growing shadows underneath the shells. The “safe” date had passed a few days before, so in reality the dragonets could decide that any time was the right time. Still, Aydhan knew her clutch math. This was supposed to be the day.
The dragons were silent.
Rain pattered steadily outside-- a soft, persistent drumming that had started before dawn and refused to let up. It wasn’t a dramatic storm; just a long, grey, soaking kind of rain that made the world feel muffled and its people subdued. The humidity and the lingering heat from the past sevenday clung to the air stubbornly, refusing to be washed away. When Aydhan walked the Sands around midday, the Hatching Grounds were practically unbearable. It was nothing like the dry, welcoming warmth of the High Reaches’ cavern-- especially since it would be the dead of winter there now. She had a brief, wistful thought of crisp air and frost before Tymborikath caught it and reminded her of the blizzards and the memory of her cold feet pressed between N'kevyn's legs.
Tymborikath didn't stray far from her eggs now. Her eyes whirled in calm, contented hues as she checked each egg with delicate precision, nudging some, burying others deeper beneath freshly tossed sand. That was a good sign, at least. Her interest increased the closer they got to actually hatching. Not imminently, perhaps, but soon. Soon enough to make Aydhan stop to listen every time Tymborikath moved a little too sharply.
But in the meantime, the Weyr continued as it always did.
Candidates worked on their chores or crafts, every nerve on edge as they waited for a sign to get ready. Drills and sweeps continued without any interruptions. Some riders grumbled about the poor weather, or about the inconvenience of not getting a holiday. The kitchen staff, seasoned in such matters, made a deliberate choice to prepare an ordinary dinner instead of launching into the chaos of a hatching feast. No one had given the formal order, but the quiet consensus was unmistakable: the hatching could not possibly be tonight. Not in this weather. Not with the dragons silent.
Aydhan took one last late-afternoon walk along the Sands, scanning the eggs again for the faintest tremor. Nothing. Not a twitch. Tymborikath rumbled low, reassuring, though Aydhan suspected it was more for her rider than any hint of humming.
Dinner hour crept close. The rain continued to fall.
And then the dragons started humming.
“Have you noticed, my love,” N’kevyn said with a too casual voice from his spot lounging across a pair of seats in the stands, “that Tymborikath has a flare for ‘almost too late’?” He took his time climbing to his feet and stretching- things were about to start moving far too fast and he enjoyed the last few moments of calm.
“You two are going to ruin everyone's evening,” he directed it at the gold and bronze, who had been suspiciously friendly to each other all day, at least for them.
}:It will be their best evening,:{ Avicath countered, his humming so low N’kevyn felt it in his bones more than heard it.
Last updated on the December 21st 2025