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Winter, 18th Turn, 11th Pass

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Winter is in full swing as the Northwest reaches the middle stages of the cold month, and Dalibor, taking full advantage of a crackdust filled break in Threadfall, is back at it again. Delving into the Southern ice and snow, they have paired with Grove Weyr to fully explore the lands they only slightly uncovered the previous turn during the Jungle Expedition. This, however, will not be a warm and relaxing waltz through the woods; although was it ever that to begin with?
Rayna of Gold Couineth - Boo

Z'dyn of Iron Baihujinth - Rhia

Jr. Weyrwoman
Jali of Copper Laanasuth - Rii

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Os'nin of Blue Alwanath - Aerona

Norla of Bronze Norsk - Ives

Oreanda of Bronze Osk & Blue Oresk - Ruin
Der of Grey Desk - Rii

K'ton of Blue Ironth- Jenn
S'vor of Green Absinth - Ruriko
Nia of Pink Koeneth - Catsitta

Ijo of Brown Isk - Rhia
Pavir of Blue Pavisk - Captain
Swithin of Blue Swisk - Ives

Ulian of White Rivath - Ruin
Zanii of Black Zansk - Leo





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 Awaiting Persephone, WI:17 {Zaephor/Morrigan}
 Posted: Nov 25 2017, 01:07 PM

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Spring would thaw the land soon. Already frost thinned and hints of life scented the breezes green, budding flowers and unfurling leaves emerging to greet the warming air. While no longer frigid, winter reminded all that it still lingered for a little while yet, slithering and nipping at unprotected skin. Zaephor shivered as a breeze snuck up the back of his shirt. He was not quite uncomfortable enough to budge from his hunched spot by the lake. Mismatched eyes darted across the still surface of the water, undisturbed by any creature in the predawn hour. He should not be out here at this time. But sleep evaded and left him alone with his thoughts.

Thoughts of the hatchings he endured this past Turn. Thoughts of the illness he survived. Thoughts of the sisters he was reunited with--and how he lost one to duty within a fortnight of seeing her face again. Thoughts of the friends he made and then watched leave him behind. Thoughts of the terrible mistakes he made because those friends were stupid enough to...to...to trust him.

He shut his eyes and clenched gloved hands.

It was not until Rylin, the clueless dimglow, declared her love for him that he realized the treacherous path he had been blindingly stumbling down. That he, in his willfully ignorance, ignored all the signs. He knew in the moment he saw the betrayal on her face that he was becoming like his father. The conceited bastard that he was. A man who he loathed to share blood with. And yet...

Zaephor reached into his pocket and withdrew the ball that was those bluerider knots Rylin gave him. He let the cords unfurl, heavy in his palm. He deserved her ire. Her scorn. But he selfishly clung to the idea that maybe, just maybe, she would forgive him some day. That she would see that his actions were that of a fool. Someone who jealously coveted the bond she had with her dragon. Someone who furiously rejected anything from her in hopes that it would keep her from doing something irrational, and harming herself in turn. Because hating him was safer than loving him.

Stupid harper girl.

He fiddled with the cord.

All he could do now was wait. For what, he could not quite place. He'd simply call whatever it was 'Spring'. Because for so long it seems, he'd been trapped in some kind of winter.



 Posted: Jan 1 2018, 09:35 PM

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So she wasn't the only one out in the cold, hm? Well, good. Cyanide was the first to announce the presence of the boy just ahead, and rather than walk on past Morrigan redirected her step. The young man appeared preoccupied by an item held in his grasp. Idly the smuggler wondered if it was anything of value. A smirk developed on the tall woman's lips as she came to stand alongside her fellow candidate. She recognized Zaephor from classes. They'd both been Standing for some time, though it was Zaephor whose spirits appeared shattered this day. It didn't take an astronomer to see that he was, evidently, upset about something. Cyanide, once perched upon Morrigan's shoulder, took to the skies with a shriek of disapproval. She wasn't a fan of most people, so it was no real shock that Zaephor didn't pass the test. Aconite, rather than take up Cyanide's dramatics, remained where he was. Curling against Morrigan's neck, the burgundy performed his usual level of sucking up.

"Someone's having a rough go of it, by the looks of it." Might as well point out the obvious, no? Crossing her arms over her chest, Morrigan stared out over the water before side-eyeing Zaephor. "Last hatching was a real riot, huh?" There was a note of sarcasm to her voice, and so the boy could take her meaning however he so chose. Morriagn was in the habit of leaving interpretations up to other people. While not generally an advice-giver... there were exceptions. For the time being, she acted as an unwelcome companion. Also in the habit of segueing her way into various social engagements, Morrigan was hardly a stranger to awkward interactions. Rarely made uncomfortable, the older dragon candidate awaited a response from the pallid individual.

Cyanide circled in the air over the frigid lake. It wouldn't be long before spring was upon them. Then, with any luck, they could enjoy evening swims once more. Morrigan adored the night. The evening hours were when the rest of the world came alive, and so, with any luck, she could bear witness to the magic. It could have very well been that the majority of her work was made easier come the vale of darkness, but certainly such a fact was a mere technicality. It was likely that she and Zaephor had very little in common. It didn't matter really. Morrigan was used to engaging all sorts of people. Regardless of Zeph's response, the smuggler would prove unshaken.

 Posted: Jan 13 2018, 10:50 PM

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Zaephor dragged his eyes up to the woman that address him. Morrigan. A fellow candidate. And one that he did not know well. He stuffed the knots under his shirt again and stood, wiping at his trousers like nothing was amiss. "I haven't a clue what you speak of, m'dear," he said. "Dragonets hatched. A few candidates were bloodied. And we all left the Sands alive. What is there remarkable about it?" He flashed her a smile, ignoring her firelizards completely. He had Quest, and had little invested interest in anyone else's pet. What did he care if one of them wanted to squawk at him? What did he care about anything in general?

He slipped his hands behind his back, as was habit by now, and stepped closer to Morrigan, feigning cocky indifference. Even if his smile did not reach his eyes, what did it matter? The lies were prettier than truth. Falsehoods more favored than fiction. He was a fuck up, he knew. He hurt people he loved and jealously coveted what they possessed. But it was easier to act like nothing was wrong. Like sitting at the edge of the lake by himself in the cold was just a hobby.

It was easier to pretend that he didn't feel like he was being abandoned--left behind--by everyone. By his friends and siblings. Because if he faced and accepted that truth, it would make it so painfully obvious why dragons kept passing him by. He wasn't worthy. He wasn't good enough. Not even a wretched, broken creature limped his way after all these Turns. Ye there he stood, still clinging to the dream that he could reach beyond the station of his birth.

"Come out to enjoy the fresh air?"




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