R'vran and bronze Hemionth

The Road So Far!

It all began at the Harperhall at Kellad Hold, in the protectorate of Madellon Weyr, for Ryvaran – a young man of 18 Turns, dreaming of becoming a bronze rider.

Ryvaran was born the son of two Harpers at the Southern Harperhall, Kellad Hold. Surrounded by music, he was apprenticed to the Craft when he came of age. But he never excelled in any discipline, and it seemed as if an unremarkable career as a mid-level journeyman likely lay ahead for him. And then, in early 102, J'kel – a dragonrider of Madellon Weyr – came to Kellad Hold in search of candidates for the new clutch hardening on the Sands of Madellon Weyr. Ryvaran caught the attention of J'kel's blue Hozrath. And a sevenday later, Ryvaran arrived at Madellon Weyr, joining the candidate pool for senior queen Shimpath's first clutch by her new mate Muzzanth.

As a candidate, Ryvaran was assigned a bunkmate – Soburn, an anxious Weyrbred youth with one failed Hatching already haunting him, who would soon become his closest friend in the Weyr. He also got to know many of his fellow candidates, including the Weyrbred twins Leover and Leoguy; Zielaph, the nephew of a Madellon bronze rider; and Chiliam, a good-natured highborn lad from Kellad.

But he also made an enemy – Rielat, a self-important apprentice Weaver – who took a firm disliking to Ryvaran! Backed up by his crony Kestor, Rielat became the thorn in Ryvaran's side throughout the sevendays of candidacy.

Hatching Day

The dragons' hum woke Soburn and Ryvaran on 102.03.17. Following a brief run-in with Rielat, the pair joined the rest of the candidates for a morning lecture. The Weyrlingmaster, L'stev, gave the whole cohort – increased by three late Searchees to a total of thirty-five – strict instructions about pre-Hatching preparations, including eating, drinking, bathing – and in some cases, getting a decent haircut – and then turned the group loose for the morning. Before Ryvaran left, Soburn asked him to find out if H'nar, the young Wingleader of the Betweenless Wing, might currently be seeing someone – or not.

The one-armed green rider and the thieving queen

Immediately on leaving the candidate barracks, Ryvaran was flagged down by M'shen – a green rider with one arm, a fire-lizard queen – and a problem. His queen, Squiffy, had stolen several pieces of the Weyrwoman's jewellery, and hidden it around the Weyr. M'shen recruited Ryvaran to find it. The quest took Ryvaran all over Madellon, from kitchens to lake to infirmary – but in the end he succeeded in reuniting the Weyrwoman's jewellery set, to general acclaim.

Respecting his elders

In the Weyr's kitchen gardens, Ryvaran encountered R'hren, a former Weyrleader of Madellon, now peacefully retired to potter among his beloved plants. R'hren asked Ryvaran to help him track down the ingredients for a warming salve to help his elderly bronze, Staamath, with his arthritic forepaws. Ryvaran duly located the components of R'hren's salve, winning the old bronze rider's approval in the process.

Gifted a small pot of the salve, Ryvaran offered it to old S'rius, who was equally appreciative of the gift. And while Kisha, the blind old green rider Ryvaran encountered in the infirmary, would have nothing to do with one of R'hren's concoctions, she too grew to approve of Ryvaran – especially after he solved all three of her fiendish riddles!

Southern comfort

Ryvaran met G'kalte – a brown rider and Wingsecond, not to mention Weyrwoman Valonna's weyrmate – in the Bowl, and was quickly recruited by him to help with a diplomatic matter. G'kalte had been tasked with delivering two gifts from Valonna to her Southern counterpart Weyrwoman Karika – but he'd been summoned away to collect his own grandmother, Lady Coffleby, for the Hatching.

He asked Ryvaran to figure out which of the seven Southern dragons visiting Madellon were the correct pair to hand over Karika's gifts. And while G'kalte's brown, Archidath, offered Ryvaran some intelligence on the Southern seven, his advice was somewhat garbled! Nonetheless, Ryvaran unravelled Archidath's confusing suggestions and got the right packages to the right dragons – without being growled at!

A Masterful order

In the dining hall, Ryvaran met his fellow candidate Zielaph, who'd been tasked by his somewhat dim uncle, bronze rider Fr'ton, with delivering a complicated drinks order to a group of Master Crafters. Zielaph had information about their names, beverages, crafts, and fire-lizards – but not in any sensible order!

Luckily for him, Ryvaran solved the puzzle of Fr'ton's confusing notes adeptly, delivering the correct drinks to the correct Masters, and earning a handsome tip in the process. Ryvaran even shared the largesse with Zielaph, who then introduced him to Fr'ton – who, having Impressed a bronze in spite of his less than boundless promise, gave Ryvaran a certain confidence in his own prospects!

A rising problem

Ryvaran encountered both Soleigh, whose green Bristath was preparing to rise near the lake, and her weyrmate Maris, who was getting very drunk in the dining hall on account of her fears that Soleigh was having an affair with a blue rider, G'tron. Ryvaran's intervention successfully got rid of G'tron, whose Imdoth was very sweet indeed on Bristath, from the mating flight – not to mention G'pellas, another blue rider, needed in the Harper ensemble – and reconciled the two green riders.

A Harper born

Ryvaran's Harper training came in handy when Carleah, the Weyr Singer, asked him to play a set with her ensemble in the dining hall. They played to a rapturous reception that gave Ryvaran's confidence – and his mark purse – quite a boost!

Kitchen diplomacy

Madellon's kitchens – the heart of the Weyr, and domain of Headwoman Crauva – provided Ryvaran with the opportunity to show off his work ethic before the Hatching. A round of chores duly pleased Crauva. And the kitchen was also the source of the hotfruit R'hren had sent Ryvaran to find for his warming salve.

A shining example

Coming upon Santinoth – Madellon's biggest bronze – being bathed in the lake, Ryvaran was quick to offer assistance to his rider, T'rello. It couldn't hurt to have some close-up experience with a bronze, could it?

Friend request

Conscious of Soburn's bashfulness, Ryvaran approached the object of his affections – H'nar, Wingleader of the Betweenless Wing – with some circumspection. Still, when questioned, H'nar insisted he had to know who was making enquiries of him. And when he learned the identity of his admirer, he told Ryvaran that he wasn't interested in Soburn – or any other men, for that matter. But Ryvaran's agile pivot in questioning revealed that a close friend of H'nar's – blue rider M'rany – might be a viable alternative. Thus encouraged, Soburn began to think more positively of life as a dragonrider – even if H'nar would end up being his Wingleader!

Hair today

Mindful of the Weyrlingmaster's orders to be smart for the Hatching, Ryvaran visited Madellon's resident barber – green rider Z'fell – for a trim. Very conscious of his dignity, Ryvaran ensured he came away with a cut he actually liked.

A slithery customer

Early in the day, Ryvaran found out about a secret way into the Hatching Ground via storeroom that might allow him a sneaky peek at the eggs before the Hatching. Successfully entering the combination to the lock on the storeroom door, and suitably equipped with a glowbasket, he crawled into a confusing maze of passages.

By a stroke of ill luck, Ryvaran strayed into tunnel snake territory! A huge, aggressive, and potently venomous female tunnel-snake guarded the exit to the Hatching ground. Ryvaran was lucky to avoid being bitten. But ultimately he evaded the snake, dodging past it and slipping out onto the Hatching Sands.

Having survived his encounter with the snake, Ryvaran crept closer to the clutch – close enough to touch an egg – before beating a hasty retreat from the Hatching Ground! And something about the large greeny-grey egg made him feel strangely certain that he would Impress later that day.

The Hatching

When it came to the Hatching, Ryvaran had to wait a little while before the large greeny-grey egg Hatched to reveal the pale greeny-bronze dragonet who would choose him, naming himself Hemionth.

A friend in me

And Ryvaran wasn't the only lucky one. To his delight, Soburn also Impressed, becoming the rider of a slender olive-green hatchling, Aeranth.

Whatever happened to Rielat?

Sadly, there was at least one fly in the numbweed. Rielat Impressed an impressively proportioned indigo-blue hatchling, making them Ryvaran and Hemionth's new classmates. (On the bright side, at least Kestor didn't Impress!)

After the Hatching

"Hemionth" by Chris S. Baily

The Weyrlingmaster was the first to congratulate Ryvaran on his Impression, but it was J'kel, thrilled that Hozrath had finally found a successful candidate after so long without, who stepped in to help with the immediate matter of Hemionth's first meal. That was Ryvaran's first opportunity to speak to Soburn, too, and they introduced each other, with considerable delight, to their respective dragonets, Hemionth and Aeranth. Soburn also told Ryvaran that his new name was to be – perhaps unsurprisingly – S'burn.

It wasn't long before Hemionth's personality started to become evident. The pale bronze dragonet – the largest of the clutch, and the image of his father Muzzanth – proved to be a particular intelligent and perceptive character even minutes out of the egg.

With both dragonets full to bursting with fresh meat, the newly minted dragonpairs left the Hatching sands for their new home: the weyrling barracks.

Big brother

Another friend Ryvaran made along the way – a young Holdbred candidate, Nichen, whom Ryvaran had encountered in a hopelessly dishevelled state directly before the Hatching – hailed Ryvaran at the barracks – crediting him with his successful Impression of a moon-blue dragonet, Yooth!

Meeting the Weyrleader

As Ryvaran and S'burn wiped the worst of the blood and sand from their tired new dragonets, the Weyrleader, T'gat, came to inspect both boys' dragonets, to ask after their names – and to ask the two new weyrlings how they should now be called. Ryvaran was proud to introduce Hemionth to the Weyrleader. And after a brief conference with Hemionth, Ryvaran gave the Weyrleader his own new name: R'vran, rider of bronze Hemionth!

Following their audience with the Weyrleader, and the application of oily rags to relieve Hemionth's and Aeranth's newborn itchiness, R'vran and S'burn headed into the boys' barracks to claim the billets that would be theirs for the next Turn. Choosing adjacent cots, the two new weyrlings got their dragonets settled on the couches that they would take months to grow into. But there was no time for them to sit and admire their new dragons. The Weyrlingmaster soon came along to give them their new weyrling shoulder-knots, before chivvying them off to the Hatching feast!

The Hatching feast

R'vran and S'burn soon went their separate ways to find family and friends. Many of the riders and Weyrfolk R'vran had helped during the day greeted him with warm congratulations as he hunted through the throng – but, at last, he found his family.

R'vran's Harper parents were absolutely delighted to find themselves the mother and father of a bronze rider and happier still to learn that R'vran had already brought his musical skills to the Weyr. And they were even more delighted to drink to R'vran and Hemionth when the Weyrleaders arrived to toast them!

The rest of the evening passed in a blur for R'vran, and it came as a relief when the Weyrlingmaster ordered all the new weyrlings back to the barracks for a good night's sleep. But en route to bed, R'vran was flagged down by a Weyrbrat, Emry, bringing the message that Weyrwoman Second Tarshe wanted to see him in the Archives.

Setting the record straight

Tarshe, tasked by the Weyrwoman with converting candidate documentation into weyrling records, went through R'vran's background with him – including much of what he had got up to on the morning of the Hatching – for good and ill. She offered R'vran some advice about paying attention to his new classmates and surroundings, lest he fall foul of the Weyrlingmaster's penchant for snap quizzes, and made some observations on Hemionth.

A close encounter

On his way back to the barracks , R'vran had two peculiar encounters – first, with Tarshe's queen, Berzunth, who seemed quite agitated by one of the visiting dragons on the Rim; and then with a mysterious hooded figure, smelling strongly of what R'vran would later realise was firestone, who called him by name – and gave him a curious wooden box.

"The Watchful Queen" by Chris S. Baily

Back at the barracks, R'vran decided, on balance, not to tell the Weyrlingmaster about the stranger.

Returning at last to Hemionth – billeted between S'burn's Aeranth and a mucky-looking brown dragonet – R'vran was too tired to examine the strange wooden box very closely, and put it in his clothes' chest for later examination. But even as he went to sleep – a dragonrider at last, his bronze beside him – R'vran was struck with a deep sense of foreboding. Who was the mysterious dragonrider in the hooded cloak? And what was the significance of the strange wooden box?

Find out more about Ryvaran's Impression here. R'vran and Hemionth's story will continue in Dragonchoice: Weyrling, coming soon!

R'vran's achievements

Achievement Unlocked:
CARRY ON WAYWARD SON

I travelled The Road So Far!

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OUR ROB, OR ROSS

I received a mysterious box!

Achievement Unlocked:
A HORSE WITH A NAME

I have a name and it's a good name and I don't need to fix my name. Probably.

Achievement Unlocked:
BIRDS OF A FEATHER

Hemionth and I make a very strong match!

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THE PATH LESS TRAVELLED

I pre-Impressed Hemionth by touching his egg before the Hatching!

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SUGAR AND SPICE

I've been a very nice person (so far)!

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EBONY AND IVORY

Hemionth and I agreed on something very important!

Achievement Unlocked:
IN TUNE

Hemionth and I agreed on something quite important!