Consequence of a Kiss (6)
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: Kane
Date Posted: 17th February 2026
Characters: P'yanka, Mawani
Description: Peyanka rescues his Search token with Glint’s help
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 13, day 17 of Turn 12
Notes: Follows directly after Consequence of a Kiss (5)
He crouched beside the bronze and touched his warm head gently, rubbing between the ridges of his eyes. Sensing Peyanka’s nervous energy, the bronze firelizard rearranged his sleek wings, preparing.
“Glint,” Peyanka murmured, voice low and urgent. “I need you.”
Glint chirped, eager and proud. His wings twitched again. The small bronze had already accepted the mission. There was no need to wonder if he would attempt it, only if he would succeed.
Peyanka closed his eyes and built the image in his mind with all the precision he’d learned from his craft, the way he’d been taught to picture anatomy and procedures. The old chest at the end of his bed, the two deep dents on one corner, the rough lid that had warped on one side and never sat quite flush, that Glint had lounged on countless times and, to his mother’s chagrin, sharpened his claws on. The worn pattern of crossing lines carved into it. The token, small wooden circle, worn smooth at the edges.
Open the chest.
Glint’s mind brushed his, bright and eager, full of quick, sharp impressions. Excitement buzzed through him, mingling with pride and the sparkling tells of what Peyanka had grown to associate with mischief. The chest glowed in the bronze’s thoughts like prey marked in sunlight.
Get inside.
Glint’s tail flicked. Bronze wings flashing again as he rearranged again. His teeth chattered with quick, eager clacks, the snapping sound bright with raw anticipation.
Find the token.
A hungry sense of purpose.
Little wooden circle.
Glint launched himself into the air with a flutter of wings and vanished /between/, a bronze streak of determination.
Peyanka stood outside, heart hammering so hard he could feel it in his throat.
Seconds stretched like Turns.
Then-
A crash from inside.
A scream.
Furniture scraped hard across the floorboards as something was shoved aside in panic. Peyanka flinched, every muscle tensing. Another shriek, one of his younger sisters or both perhaps. He could picture them, getting in his mother’s way as they clung to her.
“Get that _thing_ out of here!” Mawani’s voice rose in panicked outrage.
More crashing, frantic footsteps, the sound of something knocked over and rolling. Then the hollow thud of something overturned and spun in widening circles before rattling to a stop.
Peyanka clenched his fists until his knuckles ached, whispering under his breath, “Shards, shards, shards…” as his mind catalogued all the possible ways Glint’s mission could end in disaster.
He winced with each thud, each shout, but he held the image steady in his mind, pushing it toward Glint like a lifeline.
Open the chest.
Get inside.
Inside, the noise peaked again. His mother shouting, one sister, the youngest probably, now crying. For a moment Peyanka wondered if he’d gone too far. But this was his life at stake. His entire future. He couldn’t stop now.
Find the token in the chest.
Little wooden circle.
There wasn’t much in his chest. There never had been. His father didn’t permit hoarding, didn’t permit secrets, and had never allowed a lock despite constant clashes between siblings over petty treasures.
Another crash. A sharp yelp.
Peyanka’s stomach twisted.
Then Glint burst onto the porch from /between/ in a triumphant bronze blur, gripping the token by one back claw as if it were the greatest prey ever taken. The firelizard’s mind slammed into Peyanka’s, flooding him with frantic images: Glint ducking beneath a broom, dodging a thrown pillow, scrabbling at the chest lid with furious claws until it sprang open, Mawani lunging to slam it shut.
Glint snatching the wooden circle at the last possible moment and fleeing /between/ with a screech of utter victory.
He landed on Peyanka’s shoulder, tiny chest heaving with exertion and sheer excitement, and let out another triumphant, scandalously loud cry.
Peyanka didn’t even try to silence him. There was no time.
He snatched the token and ran.
Last updated on the February 28th 2026