A Personal Mission
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: Devin
Date Posted: 25th April 2008
Characters: N'vanik, Cosani
Description: Cosani arrives at the Weyr and asks to see N'vanik.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 9, day 16 of Turn 4
She'd never seen a dragon up close and the sight of so many was overwhelming. She knew the dragons wouldn't hurt her, but the sheer size of them made her nervous. Cosani looked around the vast grounds.
People and dragons crossed the area on foot or on wing. Shadows constantly flitted every which way as the dragons passed overhead. It was even busier that the port where she'd boarded the Silver Sails.
She shivered and pulled her coat tighter around her. The coat wasn't warm enough for the winter here. Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself of her mission. Getting to the Weyr was the first step. Now she had to make sure she could _stay_ there. She looked around again, her eyes focused. Over near a huge doorway, there was a young man leaning against the rock wall, looking bored. Cosani made her way over.
"Excuse me," she asked him. Her mother had taught her to always be polite. It usually annoyed Cosani to no end, but this time it might be useful to get what she wanted. After all, weyrfolk, especially dragonriders, were a spoiled, pampered lot. They might ignore her if she wasn't polite enough.
The man blinked and looked over at her. "Yes?"
Cosani smiled. "I'm looking for someone. Do you think you could help me?"
He straightened and returned the smile. "Sure. Who are you looking for?"
"Bronzerider N'vanik," she answered.
His eyes widened a little. "Well, let me flag down a rider. They'll be able to tell me where N'vanik's bronze is." The man cast his eyes around. "Ah!" His hand went up. "L'dek! Hey! Do you have a minute?"
Stripping off his riding gloves, the older man walked over. "Need something?"
"This young woman here is looking for N'vanik. Could you have your blue find out where he is?"
The older man's eyebrows went up and he looked down at Cosani. "Sure."
He got a weird, unfocused look in his eyes for a few seconds.
"Levsorth says Loseth is getting a bath in the weyrlake. Do you need me to show her down?"
"Nope," the young man said. "I've got it. Thanks." The rider nodded to both of them and continued on into the weyr.
"The lake is this way. C'mon." The young man led her inside the weyr, using the same massive doorway the rider had just passed through.
"Have you ever been to Dragonsfall before?"
"No," Cosani answered.
"The winter weyrlake is quite a sight." He glanced over his shoulder to give her a smile.
He was right. The vast cavern was even busier than the weyr grounds, and many of the people had hardly any clothing at all. It looked like her grandfather was right about the loose morals of the weyr.
"Amazing, isn't it?" the man said, seeing her wide eyed expression.
"Loseth should be easy to spot. He's nearly the biggest bronze in the Weyr." He scanned the lake for a few seconds and then pointed. "There he is."
Cosani took in the sight of the bronze dragon. Even from this distance, he was massive. She clenched a fist and forced down her nervousness.
"Do you want me to walk you over there?"
"No," she told him. "I'll go over myself. Thank you." She bobbed a curtsy, gritting her teeth.
"You're welcome." The man smiled again and walked off.
Cosani made her way over to the bronze at the far end of the lake, trying to keep her focus and ignore the huge dragons only feet away from her. If she was going to be a rider, she couldn't be afraid of them. It was much warmer down here. She had her coat unfastened by the time she reached the bronze. She eyed the rider scrubbing his hide.
Him? Well, there was only one way to find out for sure. "Hello?"
N'vanik turned around at the sound of the voice. He didn't recognize the girl. "Yeah?"
"I need to ask you something."
He sighed and dropped his brush in the sweetsand bucket. He slogged his way through the water and and stopped a few feet from the girl.
"What?"
"Are you N'vanik?" she asked, studying him.
"Yeah."
Her jaw stiffened and her eyes narrowed. "Hello, Father."
Last updated on the May 1st 2008