I Leave Quite an Impression

Writers: Halyonix
Date Posted: 9th December 2025

Characters: Felorin
Description: Felorin Impresses the best green of the clutch
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 13, day 20 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: Tymborikath, Aydhara, Sareya

Felorin

Where she lay was warm but crowded. Restrictive. The darkness was pleasant but she could feel the light trying to seep in, beckoning her. Encouraging her. If she could just start a crack, the light would get in and she would be free. She could hear the others _calling_, humming that endless song that would guide her way.

But she was Tiareth. She did not _need_ any help.

With delicate precision, she tapped the spot on the shell barring her way, and it split. Another tap and the crack widened, shooting down in a long line. Tiareth had only to give one flex of her wings and she was free of what had been an unassuming, pale egg. Pale like she would never be.

Her undignified tumble out onto the Sands soured her victory but Tiareth righted herself, shook away the mucus-covered remnants, and then lifted her head with regal confidence, as though nothing clumsy had happened. She was the first hatching dragon to make their entrance and she relished how the crowd looked at her. As they should.

The triangular head of Tymborikath overshadowed her, causing Tiareth to look up. With her eyes whirling, she shook herself again, emphasizing her independency. She needed no help. And it did not bother her that her mother was mournful over that. She _knew_ what she had to do.

Tiareth took a few awkward steps forward, feeling the sand stick to her damp claws as she settled into her gait. Disgusting. She would have to have her new rider take care of that. Ignoring the wet chafe that it would eventually cause, Tiareth began prowling the presented persons, sniffing some of the braver (more foolish) boys, cocking her head with critical assessment at some of them (unworthy), before wrinkling her nose and turning away.

Every one of them unworthy. _Men_. Ugh.

Tiareth knew that she was not just _any_ green dragon. She was beauty. The perfect specimen of her color. And she would not settle for less when it came to a rider. Her rider had to equally be _perfect_. Had to understand how to handle herself with poise and charm. Yes, they were going to be defenders of Pern but they were going to be setting a prime example of how it should be done! They would be the envy of all.

Her regal gaze swept the girls presented and she paused again. Sniffed primly. Was there not a one here who was worthy of her? Tiareth shook herself again -- damnable shell fragments! -- and then turned towards one who felt...hm...a possibility.

By human standards, this one was lovely. Tiareth could feel how others wanted to be beautiful like her. Most importantly though, there was a _fire_ within her. She knew how to hold herself to a standard. She had sharp instincts and pride. Success was written in her posture.

Hm.

Perhaps.

Tiareth smoothly swayed towards her, taking note of the way her hair fell, the striking colors of her eyes. Dug deeper within that presence, searching it for impurities. There was pettiness, spite, yes, but no true malice. A sense of vanity that matched Tiareth's own. This woman _deserved_ to be admired, much like Tiareth did. }: Yes, :{ she said as she closed the final step with confidence, }: I believe you'll do. _I_ am Tiareth. :{

As Felorin knelt to caress the little head nuzzling her torso, Tiareth added, }: I'll need a bath immediately after my meal. This sand is _horrible_ and it's itching between my claws. You'll see to that, of course. :{

Felorin's unbridled delight shone in her eyes but her crafted smile only spoke of victory. A green dragon -- _exactly_ what she wanted! Screw Aydhara, screw that scrawny Sareya. "Of course," she purred as she ran her manicured fingers along Tiareth's curves. "Anything you want."

The envy of all.

Last updated on the December 21st 2025

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