The Verdant Vine
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: Sia
Date Posted: 22nd March 2026
Characters: R'divale
Description: Redivale Impresses.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 1 of Turn 13
The bronze still sat among the broken eggshells with the regality of a lord holder, shining hide bright beneath the cavern lights. Redivale hovered nearby with a cluster of other boys, trying not to look desperate even though he felt desperate.
Just this once, he willed silently. His hazel-green eyes stayed fixed on that bronze, shoulders drawn back as if standing straighter might somehow make him more noticeable. He could feel his father's presence somewhere in the galleries above. R'vayn. Wingsecond R'vayn. Bronzerider R'vayn. Bronzerider lineage in a family exceedingly lucky with Impressions throughout the Interval.
He didn't need a bronze. He knew that. His uncles were greenriders and brownriders. His grandfather was a bluerider. Any dragon would be the perfect match. Still.
Look at him. Choose him.
Redivale pushed away from the group of boys, stepping closer and closer to the bronze. Maybe the proximity would help. Maybe it would put the bronze's attention on him. Bronzes liked ambition, didn't they? They liked leaders. They liked strength-
A commotion broke his focus. A much smaller, wiry brown shoved between the cluster of bronze-hopeful candidates with far more confidence than his size should allow. Redivale blinked and took a cautionary step back, wary of getting too close to a dragonet on their path.
Except the brown didn't move. He sat back on his hindquarters, wobbling a little under his newfound weight. His dark wings flared out on either side, blocking Redivale's eyesight to the bronze. The brown roared at him in squeaky admonishment.
}: Stop that. :{ The voice slipped into Redivale's mind, deep and steady and so unlike his own. Demanding. Certain. }: I am all you need. :{
That wasn't right. The bronze was still there. Still magnificent. Still the dream he had carried since he was a child sitting cross-legged at the harpers' feet, listening to stories of great bronze riders like his father.
The brown's eyes remained fixed on him, so certain it was nearly crushing. }: Are you slow? :{ He asked. }: Stop it. :{
"I-" The protest died before it could form. He stared at the brown, speechless, mouth agape. Redivale's gaze flickered again to the brown's outstretched wings, where the bronze might still be. He could have moved off and made his choice and Redivale would be none the wiser. It felt increasingly less like it mattered. Gorvagath filled his thoughts, his senses, until the cavern and the crowd blurred into insignificance.
"You're…not what I expected." Redivale managed.
}: Obviously.:{ Gorvagath drawled. }: Fine. If you must be stupid, you should at least be biddable. Come.:{ He settled back onto four legs in a rough thwump and stumbled forward, his shoulder hitting Redivale's hip hard enough to make the boy stumble. He kept going without any hesitation, weaving through candidates and dragonets alike with single-minded purpose, entirely unconcerned with whether Redivale kept up.
**You’re not even going to check if I’m coming?** Redivale called after him, already moving despite himself, lengthening his stride to close the distance.
}: I do not need to. :{ A pause, then, edged with dry impatience. }: You are slow, but not that slow. :{
Redivale huffed out a breath that might have been a laugh, shaking his head as he caught up. **You’re insufferable.**
}: Correct. :{
Redivale fell into step beside him, the chaos of the Hatching fading into the background with every stride.
The bronze was forgotten.
There was only Gorvagath, and the unarguable, dreadful certainty that he was exactly where he was meant to be.
Last updated on the April 1st 2026