New Spaces
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: Yvonne
Date Posted: 8th February 2020
Characters: H'run
Description: H'run moves into his new weyr at Dragonsfall Weyr
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 7 of Turn 10
**This won't do.** H'run looked at the little weyr again in disappointment. It was _small_. Beautifully made, though, with smooth walls and electric lights-- and most importantly, heat. He rubbed his hands against his arms, imaging for a moment what this place must be like in winter, and eyed the small fireplace built into the wall warily.
Still, this weyr was now his and this Weyr was now home. Transferring Weyrs hadn't originally been his idea, but the bluerider had quickly warmed to it. His old Weyr was just that--old. He was like a fish in a too-small pond. It was time to stretch his wings and see just what he could do now that he was free of old expectations.
}:I am the ones with wings to stretch,:{ Calcifeth said. The blue dragon had curled up on his new ledge and was surveying the Weyrbowl with glittering, curious eyes. }:My wings are beautiful. All the other dragons will admire my wings.:{
H'run smiled. **Our wings.** He turned to look at the bags he'd brought, which were piled neatly on a wooden chest. Behind it was a large, carefully wrapped object nearly as tall as he was. H'run eyed the bags, then turned back to the wardrobe that had come with the weyr. **This won't do at all.**
For a moment he felt a pang of homesickness. His old weyr had a wardrobe twice the size, and had been right next to a small bathing chamber that H'run had quickly taken over and claimed as his own. This weyr, while adequate, just wasn't right for someone like himself. **I'll need a proper dressing table brought in,** he thought, then eyed the space next to the wardrobe for size. Although he might use that spot for a hanger as well, since he was sure that his things wouldn't fit properly in the wardrobe. And then there was the bed. H'run sat on it and bounced a few times. It was small. He'd still be able to touch both sides with his fingertips if he lay in the middle. And he'd have to find more pillows. Two simply weren't enough.
The rest of the weyr was simply furnished with a table with three chairs near the entrance, and a pair of soft-looking upholstered chairs near the fireplace. There was also the bed, the wooden wardrobe, and a set of shelves and hooks near the entrance to Calcifeth's ledge that were probably intended for storing straps flying gear. H'run stripped off his flying jacket and hung it up on a likely hook. **Not bad.**
He then turned to the large, wrapped object by the chest. Carefully he carried it to a corner near the wardrobe and began to unwrap the leather straps and blankets that had protected it on his journey from Dreams End Weyr to Dragonsfall. The final woolen blanket fell away and H'run smiled-- at himself.
It was a large glass mirror with a silvery backing, worth a fortune in marks. Polished metal was cheaper, but one couldn't see an accurate reflection in it. And it was important to see yourself clearly-- no one else ever would. H'run took a moment to smooth back his black hair. **Better,** he thought. He blew himself a kiss, then turned to start unpacking.
Last updated on the February 15th 2020