What It Sounds Like

Writers: Halyonix
Date Posted: 3rd February 2026

Characters: I'serin
Description: I'serin sets up his new weyr post-Weyrleadership
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 13, day 4 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: K'valdran, E'tariax, K'mai, Chioneth
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I'serin

His final duty as Weyrleader discharged to K'valdran, I'serin stared at the barely furnished weyr that was now his. His old weyr, the one he had had since arriving at Dragonsfall five Turns prior, had been taken over by one of the graduating weyrlings. This new one had a bed, a storage trunk, a single bookshelf, and a small settee.

It was patently inadequate. Especially for the idea unfurling its fledgling wings in I'serin's mind.

As Aluneth inspected his own space, I'serin let his eyes thoughtfully roam over each furnishing. E'tariax had told him to think about what his own happiness looked like, to fashion it, to chase it. In Turns past, I'serin's quarters had been a sanctuary for himself and his thoughts, not a space for entertaining others for any length of time. He could easily return to that arrangement -- he was almost expected to return to it -- but...

But the idea of dinners, dinners with trusted friends, sounded like a wonderful start to this new chapter, and he knew that the current table would have to be changed out for a larger, more accommodating one. And on the heels of that idea came the desire for a couch like the one K'mai had in his weyr, one wide enough for two to rest comfortably upon. Which brought about another idea for the corner with the bed, and another for the shelves, and another, and another.

I'serin had spent far too much of life trying to be the perfect son of A'len. Now, he had an opportunity to be himself fully.

Had his father been alive, I'serin knew that he would have immediately gone back to those austere, academic trappings. He would have continued his mask, his lies, his dishonesty with himself and others. He would have endured Turns more of being perfect, of pursuing an ever-shifting goal line of approval and expectations. A ill-fitting coat. A cage.

But his father was no longer alive. A'len could still haunt I'serin in his dreams but he could not reach him in the reality that the young bronzerider was now crafting.

He found a scrap piece of paper and began jotting down a list -- table, chairs, blankets, glasses, shelves, pillows, accoutrements -- to bring down to the Headwoman. More notations about placements and purpose of those things. As I'serin wrote down the final item, he paused, comparing past and present against a possible future. He could almost hear his father, almost expected Tirenth to land on the ledge at any moment, A'len's voice raised loudly to berate him for losing Chioneth's flight. A'len would have had strong opinions about what I'serin was doing even now.

Aluneth grumbled, displeased with the shift in his rider's thoughts. }: Tirenth's rider is gone. :{

A pause. "And so he is," I'serin said quietly. He held on to that fledgling feeling within him. The promise of dinners, of K'mai staying over. _His_ life, on _his_ terms. He did not need to come out to the entire Weyr but he could take another step into personal freedom. A'len would have berated him for losing his rank, thinking that I'serin had lost his focus by spending so much time with K'mai, but in that moment, I'serin realized he knew _exactly_ where he wanted his focus to be until the next time Chioneth rose.

Approval rumbling his throat, Aluneth unfurled his wings so that he could take his rider back down. }: We will be ready for next time. :{ Yes, they would spend this time working through lessons learned while I'serin worked on himself. There would be dinners and camaraderie. Friends. A lover. Things that I'serin had quietly dreamed about, now crafting into reality.

He tucked the list into his jacket. He liked the sound of that.

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