Different Shades of Blue
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
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Harper Hall
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Green Valley Hold
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Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Halyonix, Heather
Date Posted: 6th April 2026
Characters: T'erin, D'ltero
Description: T’erin and D’ltero talk about training and injuries
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 1, day 5 of Turn 13
}: Hi Alemeth! Hello, hello, :{ Helanth greeted as he sped towards the shoreline where some of the other weyrlings were gathering to wash their growing beasts. He skidded to a stop at the water’s edge, looking down at it.
Alemeth looked down at the _younger_ dragonet like an older brother would a toddler. }:Helanth,:{ his voice did not betray the inward sigh. }:You look… eager… today.:{
}: It’s a beautifulllllll morrrrrrning! :{ Helanth sang brightly, adding a trumpet and little dance to his song. }: How are you, is the water cool, did you practice flying today? :{
}:The water is,:{ he looked down at his talons, }:wet? I suppose. About the same. I flew.:{ The young blue flexed his wings a little.
“Afternoon,” T’erin said to D’ltero as he watched Alemeth and Helanth from the bank. The blue Weyrling had gathered his brush and bucket and they sat beside him.
“Is it afternoon? I thought it was morning,” D’ltero answered. “Time is a weird soup. Especially as a weyrling. I feel like we go by the clock of eat, bathe, sleep, lesson, repeat. And that’s not a really accurate clock either.”
T’erin empathized. “Well, for me it _feels_ like afternoon. Once you’re up early to feed, then a lesson, then a drill, you expect it to be well after midday. Is it still only morning?” The bluerider shook his head. Things at the healer hall had certainly been a bit more on schedule and easier for him to compartmentalize than the daily care routine of a young dragon.
“Yup, weird soup,” D’ltero repeated. “But you’re almost to the end of it, right? You’re flying, getting ready to get up there and start fighting. Isn’t that exciting?” There was a palpable tone of adventure in D’ltero’s voice.
“A little, but mostly it’s terrifying. I’ve been in the infirmary and seen what some of the riders look like when they come in all ‘scored and ashburned. It’s not pretty.” And T’erin did _not_ want that to be him, but he had a feeling that every dragonrider had to experience the sting of Thread at some point.
That seemed to sober D’ltero a little. “Really? What’s the worst injury you’ve seen yet?”
The blue Weyrling’s face paled a bit as he thought about it. “Threadscoring to the face. The helmet and goggles protected those bits, of course, but everything else…. It was….” He shuddered.
“And they _lived_?”
“They did,” T’erin shuddered. “Could you imagine having to live with your face all scored up like that? I mean, he went /between/ before anything vital was badly damaged, so it’s mostly just superficial.”
D’ltero gave a little shudder. “Man, good luck getting laid outside of flights after that,” he muttered. It sounded shallow, that sort of response, but D’ltero wasn’t really sure what else to say. “He could still see, right? Fly Fall and all that?”
“Oh yeah. His goggles protected his eyes. Once the scores heal, he’ll be right back up there.” Talk about traumatic.
Another shudder. “Man, forget I asked,” he said with a weak laugh. “Okay, so take note, Helanth. No getting me scored in the face.”
Helanth looked up at his rider. Blinked. }: Scored on the butt. Got it. :{
D’ltero laughed. “Serves me right, Impressing the one dragon who can’t take anything seriously,” he said to T’erin after relaying what Helanth had said.
“That’s refreshing, Alemeth can’t take a joke at all.”
}:Excuse me?:{
**It was a joke.**
}:Mmmhmmm.:{
**See?!**
T’erin lifted his eyebrows at D’ltero to signal that Alemeth was complaining.
The other weyrling laughed. “Helanth’s nothing _but_ jokes it seems. He decided to tear up my pants the other day like a chew toy. Ripped up my Candidate robe during the Hatching. He’s bent on making a fool out of me somehow.” But it didn’t sound like a complaint at all. D’ltero was grinning widely at the hilarity of it.
“Sounds like he has a serious vendetta against your clothes… Maybe he doesn’t like your style.” T’erin grinned.
D’ltero’s eyes widened. “Maybe he does! Whoa, you might be on to something! Hey Hel, do you want me to change my style? Is that why you keep stealing my clothes as chew toys?”
Helanth blinked. }: What’s a style? I just think it’s fun to steal them. :{
“You little terror,” D’ltero replied with another laugh. “No clue what style is but definitely knows what fun is. Or his version of it. Yours didn’t pull any stunts like that when he was younger?”
T’erin shook his head. “No, mine is more… _bossy_ than playful.” He could feel the emotional glare sent his way by his lifemate and smiled. “But I find it kind of endearing, oddly.”
“Hey, if it works out for you, that’s all that matters, right? At least, that’s what they say. The dragons always pick someone that’s going to work out for them. Guess that’s why I don’t mind Hel being a goofball like this.”
Alemeth came sloshing out of the water, flapping his wings to help shed excess water as he did.
“Alright, I’ve got to get him oiled and fed. I’ll talk with you later, D’ltero.”
“Yeah, you too! Have a good day!”
Last updated on the May 1st 2026