Dreams Take Wing

Writers: Steel
Date Posted: 8th March 2026

Characters: R'zen
Description: Rezenkan Impresses
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 1 of Turn 13

Where were they? Where _were_ they? His dragon had to be around here _somewhere_, there was no _way_ a dragon would pass him up, not after all the work he'd put in on trying to catch up and keep up with the other Candidates who'd been born here, or been here a lot longer. One of these dragons _had_ to want him. Rezenkan refused to doubt it.

The dragons had started to hatch now, some of them clumsily and others with surprising grace.

Rezenkan shifted, a little uncomfortable on the hot Sands and in this dumb white robe? Was it, like, some kind of weird Weyr thing? Or tradition, like his father was always on about?

Idly, he wondered if his parents and older sisters had come. He hoped they had, if only so they could see that he Impressed a dragon of his own. He hadn't seen them in the Stands, but that was fine. There were a lot of people in said Stands right now. _And_ it was early.

He didn't have the time, or really the desire, to look for them at the moment. Not with dragons hatching all over the place.

… It was fine. Probably. What really mattered was the _competition_. There were a lot of Candidates here on the Sands.

More than there were eggs, he was sure of it. Some of them were definitely older than him, too, but that shouldn't matter. Wouldn't a dragon _want_ someone who could get more experience younger?

He eyed the bronze that had been sitting there for a while, and then the big brown. Huh. He'd half thought… But no. Oh well. His dragon _was_ here. He knew it.

The clumsy bronze went to someone else, too, and Rezenkan rolled his eyes internally. **Good luck**.

And then his gaze locked onto the two blues approaching the cluster he was standing with. Maybe one of--

Ibranth tackled the boy down into the sand, squawking triumphantly. }: Mine! You’re _mine_, and no one else’s. :{

Rezenkan, briefly flattened under Ibranth's weight, wheezed for a moment. Thus apparently prompted, the blue lowered his head, nudged at his rider. }:Did you hear me?! You're mine, R'zen! And I'm yours!:{

“Get… get _off_.” R'zen wheezed, pushed at the blue, who finally scrambled backwards reluctantly.

}:Mine.:{ Ibranth repeated, nudging at him once more. R'zen sat up, then stood up gingerly, one hand reaching out to stroke blue hide on reflex. “... Yeah.” He said, rubbing just the way he could already feel Ibranth liked most. “... You and me, Ibranth.” A slow, almost fierce, grin crossed his face. “You and me.”

Ibranth snorted, and swung his gaze towards where other weyrlings were heading. }:Let's show them how it's done.:{ the blue stated. }:I'm hungry. You'll feed me.:{ Those two statements were delivered with utmost draconic certainty.

R'zen huffed, followed his gaze. “_Definitely_.” He agreed, still grinning. “C'mon, Ibranth.” His ribs twinged. He ignored it. He was fine. No… he was _better_ than fine, now.

He was R'zen, of blue Ibranth, and they'd _never_ be stuck in a Hold.

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