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Date Posted: 15:15:34 12/18/07 Tue
Author: Kyria, Twin Falls Admin
Subject: Twin Falls Weyr

Twin Falls Weyr - http://z15.invisionfree.com/Twin_Falls_Weyr/index.php?act=idx

~~~
One weyr rises from another's fall

Blue Cove Weyr was once a growing weyr west of High Reaches. Named for the ocean it was near, Blue Cove prospered for only twenty short turns before disaster struck the new home of the dragonriders. A sickness caused high fever, delusion, and ultimately death began to plague the humans of the weyr. Though their dragons were unaffected physically by the disease, their human bonded started to die and the magificent beasts did as well, disappearing between because of the unbearable pain of their riders' deaths.

A few dragonriders of weyr seemed to be immune to Cove fever, as it came to be called. Many fled to other weyrs, to stay away from the disease, but some stayed. One of these was the Weyrwoman, and as the eldest queen came close to being due to rise, those who remained rested their hope on her clutch. With the eggs of their Weyrwoman's queen, they could perhaps recover.

But it was not to be. The Weyrwoman fell ill. She fought valiantly against the sickness, hoping to survive long enough for her beloved queen to fly, to mate. Then, at least, the eggs would be laid and Blue Cove's hope would persist. Unfortunately, this also was not to be.

As the great gold queen took to the sky, with her bonded's encouragement, calling to all the bronzes to dare to try and catch her, the Weyrwoman's time came to an end. She died upon her sickbed, with her gold in the sky. Enraged that her rider would let herself die without her and dead inside with grief, the violet lust spun out of the gold's eyes. The queen attacked the bronze who was just about to catch her, wounding him terribly before flashing between. The great senior queen, the hope of Blue Cove, was lost as the first snowstorm of winter began to fall.

As the dying Weyr mourned their queen, however, something happened that few noticed and fewer watched. A green by the name of Marith rose to mate, challenging the males who would try to catch her among the blizzard. Those who did watchand those whose dragons participated said they had never seen a green fly so high in such weather, fight so hard to not be caught, ever before. It was even said that it was as if she was a tiny emerald queen, working so only the best would have her.

But life went on in Blue Cove and arrangements were made for the surving dragon riders to leave the dying place. They didn't have enough dragons to fill their wings anymore, had barely enough to protect themselves. Time had come, they all said, to abandon the weyr.

Marith's flight was forgotten. Forgotten, that is, until she awoke her rider one morning and called the woman to the cooling Hatching Sands of Blue Cove Weyr. The greenrider watched, amazed, as her green lay seven porcelin eggs on the sands. She ran out of the sands, shouting the news. Hope was not lost. Hope was born anew, of a green no less!

The search went out, scouring the surrounding areas of Pern for candidates suitable for this unusual clutch. Candidates who were even a little over the age they would normally stand were taken. The remaining few riders of Blue Cove were determined to offer the dragonets who they needed to Impress and determined that their last act on Pern as a weyr would be to give another its start, with the seven eggs that should not be. Once the candidates were collected, there was nothing to do but wait as their hope lay hardening on the sands, fiercly protected by the cold by the green Marith and the bronze who flew her.

Though many heard of the unusual hatching, outside of the candidates few where there to see it, but it was a story worth telling if you had.

Marith watched over her eggs, humming with the rest of the dragons there, eyes whirling blue with the happiness of hatching day, looking entirely the part of a broody queen, only on a smaller and differently colored scale.

The first egg to break shell was the largest of the clutch, and it seemed to burst into pieces to let its dragonet into the world. A large blue hatchling of a darker shade stode with pride forward and Impressed without problem, leaving the crowd discussing that he was bigger than some brown hatchlings they had seen. This blue's name was Azrath and his bonded a boy named T'lor.

The second egg to hatch rocked vigorously on the sands before splitting practically in two to reveal a green hatchling of normal size and hue. She surveyed the candidates, weaving between them before finally stopping in front of one and deciding firmly that this one was hers.

The third egg was clawed open by its occupant, eagar to get into the world and brought cheers from the onlookers as his color was seen. He was a smooth, rich brown, though a little on the small side. Marith had been lucky, some said, and clutched well to produce a brown. He wandered forward, curiously peering about, before sitting in front of his chosen, complaining of hunger.

A sky blue muzzle pushed its way out of the fourth egg and the creature it belonged to soon followed. A little blue tottered onto his feet, looking all about him and calling as if expecting his bonded to respond. He finally found the candidate he had been looking for and curled up onto the bare feet sticking out under the white robe, firmly believing they should dress differently so he could have found his more easily.

There was a lull in the hatching for a few moments, before the fifth egg, a rather small one, shook violently. It rolled from its patch on the sand and smashed into the side of its unhatched sibling. The fifth egg's occupant took this opportunity to push away the damaged part of his shell and squirm out into the world. His color brought gasps from those watching. Though small and lighter in hue, there was no denying his shade. This was a tiny bronze, born of a green, who trotted forward with the pride of his rank and found the candidate with whom he belonged. Curling his tail about their ankle, he sat next to his with pride, asking calmly to be fed because of the pain he felt.

The last egg, whose side sprawled with spiderwebbed cracks, then began to open. Bit by bit, the shell fell away as the creature inside worked slowly, weakly. Then, a wedge shaped head of the palest gold protruded. The dragonet worked her way partially out of her shell, before collapsing half in the egg, half on the sand. She creeled with hunger, eyes whirling violent red and as the surrounding people stood stunned, one girl ran to the tiny gold's aid, bonded across the distance as she heard the hatchling's call in her head. Picking her up and helping her out of her shell, all awe and amaze was lost on this candidate who simply called that the queen needed food badly. The pale, miraculous queen was named Zephryth and her bonded, Kyria.

Some said it was the cold, or a complete fluke. Other said it was the bronze who flew Marith, or the necessity of Blue Cove, the fact that there was no queen around her. Other still say it was a gift and a miracle. But a queen was born of a green that day.

Now, three years later, Twin Falls where has been established north of High Reaches. Zephryth, senior gold of the Weyr, prepares to fly to mate and with the potential of her clutch comes hope again.

Will Twin Falls grow and prosper, and fufill the last wish of the weyr who gave them their queen?

Only time will tell.

~~~

Twin Falls is a brand new, slightly uncanon weyr in need of all colors and candidates. Feel free to send me a pm if you have any questions if you drop by.

~Kyria

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