Enough is Enough (5/5)
Dragonsfall Weyr
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Healer Hall
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Dolphin Hall
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Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Kane
Date Posted: 20th March 2026
Characters: S'kawa, Neika
Description: S’kawa attends the sunrise Hatching
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 1 of Turn 13
Notes: Mentioned: Sanneik, Naskamek (NPC), Lathlani (NPC), T'lonas
Naskamek.
Neika made a soft, incredulous sound somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “Oh no. Don’t tell me he’s-”
She didn’t finish the sentence because Naskamek had wedged himself directly in front of Lathlani with a well placed elbow.
“Faranth help us,” Neika muttered under her breath.
“Surely not…” S’kawa said, the words forming before he could stop them.
The brown hatchling didn’t hesitate. Tectonth’s roar shattered the moment, louder than before, the bronze rearing to stamp the stone so hard the galleries trembled beneath their feet.
Neika’s hand flew to S’kawa’s arm as the realisation hit.
“Oh… oh shells, he did.”
Behind them the small knot of riders stirred again, the excitement settling into warm laughter and broad smiles.
“Well now,” one of them said with a satisfied chuckle. “That makes two.”
“Three on the Sands and two walk off with dragons,” another observed, shaking his head in impressed disbelief. “Not bad odds at all.”
Someone clapped S’kawa firmly on the shoulder.
“Future Weyrleader right there!” someone said, pointing at Naskamek.
Neika turned and gave the loudest of them a flat look.
“Don’t you dare start that,” she said, though laughter was already breaking through her words. “That boy can barely be trusted with a boot knife.”
S’kawa barely heard them. His concern pushed instinctively across the familiar bond. ** He’s too young. **
The bronze’s answer came back like bedrock, }: They are the perfect match. :{
S’kawa let out a slow breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and Neika squeezed his arm again, this time gentler.
“Well,” she said softly, watching Naskamek below with a mixture of pride and disbelief. “I suppose that answers the apprenticeship question.”
S’kawa huffed out a quiet breath that might have been a laugh. The boy was the Weyrlingmaster’s problem now.
}: T'lonas was young too when Domorth chose him :{ Tectonth informed smugly, as though that settled the matter entirely.
Neika shook her head, still staring down at the Sands as Naskamek celebrated, his enormous brown pressed tight against his side.
“Sanneik on a bronze.. and Naskamek with his giant brown,” she said. “I’m not sure whether to be proud or start apologising to the Weyrleaders.”
S’kawa straightened slightly, pride settling beside the lingering worry as he watched his sons leave the Sands. “Perhaps both,” he finally allowed.
Lathlani remained.
From the galleries S’kawa saw the change settle over the boy’s face, the hopeful uncertainty draining away, leaving something tighter in its place, something older than it had any right to be. His jaw set. His shoulders squared. For a heartbeat he stood there, staring at the empty stretch of Sands where the last egg had been. Suddenly, Lathlani turned and broke into a run, heading for the tunnels, clearly eager to be anywhere but there.
S’kawa knew that feeling all too well. He had been older still, Sanneik’s age in fact, when Tectonth finally chose him. Old enough to wonder if it would ever happen at all. But Hatchings in those years had been few and far between.
Later, when the noise had faded and the weyrlings were settled, S’kawa would go down to the barracks and congratulate his eldest and youngest.
And then he would find Lathlani.
Last updated on the April 1st 2026