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Writers: Shawna, Sia
Date Posted: 27th September 2025
Characters: N'kevyn, K'lin
Description: N’kevyn runs into K’lin and thanks him for a job well done
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 9, day 6 of Turn 12
N’kevyn wasn’t really paying attention as he walked across the weyrbowl, and it took a moment for him to recognize the weyrling headed in the other direction. Once he did, however, he whirled. “Oh, weyrling! I went looking for you the other day at the smiths’ but, obviously,” he made a vague gesture in the direction of the youth’s new shoulder knots. “Congratulations.”
K’lin paused as someone called for his attention, and that someone wasn’t just anyone, it was N’kevyn, another bronzerider in the Weyr. While he had no expectation that anyone would know him, K’lin was well aware of those who held rank in the Weyr, as well as the other bronzeriders. Since he was now among them, it made sense to know who was who. As the man offered him his congratulations, the youth inclined his head once in a polite acceptance of it.
Almost unbidden, a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, only because of the thought of his lifemate, Zineth, who was currently napping. Although the dragonet was almost two weeks of age, he still slept most of the time. When he was awake, he was eating. He showed that it was well placed for he had already grown visibly since his hatching, and outsized all the other dragonets. While that was normal, considering he was a bronze, it was also obvious he was going to be on the larger end of the spectrum.
“That glass piece I commissioned from you was perfect. Got me out of hot water with the wife. She likes the new piece so much I’m not sure she noticed Citrine broke the old one.” The older bronzerider grinned. “I hope you’re not planning to totally give up your craft, it was excellent work.”
At the compliment, K’lin nodded again. That lamp had been one of only two projects he’d managed to complete since arriving at the weyr. Had he not had candidate classes and chose, he could have done much more, but he was glad what he had produced was well received. “I’m glad she liked it.” He paused, for something else the man said caught his attention. K’lin’s silence might have indicated that he was done with the conversation, but his expression shifted, a slight catch in his face, a tilt of his head as he regarded the more experienced bronzerider. “I didn’t think I would have time.” He stated finally, answering the question that had been stated rather than asked.
“Oh, you’ll find you can make time for the things that are important to you,” N’keyn said with an air of experience. “And your boy will get less demanding as he gets bigger… eventually. Mine barely wakes up anymore,” he joked. There was a rumble in his mind, the mental equivalent of an offended grumble, but no words from the big bronze who considered sunning himself a completely different thing than napping.
“Weyrlinghood won’t give you any time though, that’s true. Are you enjoying it so far?” He sounded genuinely curious
His craft *was* important to him, though not as important as his lifemate, but he couldn’t imagine finding a way to work in the foundry at the moment. His down time was very limited. He’d just get started and have to stop before any work was actually accomplished. However, if things got easier as Zineth got older, then maybe he wouldn’t have to give up his craft. The thought of that was quite appealing.
“I see. Then perhaps I will be able to resume.” But that wasn’t the only N’kevyn talked about it, and at his question, K’lin found himself considering his newfound position in life. “There are things about it I enjoy.” He stated finally. For the most part, it was interesting, and engaged not only his mind but his body. Eventually, it would get even more physically demanding, though that didn’t bother him. “It’s more challenging than I expected.”
“Well, you did decide to do the hard version. Greens eat less,” N’kevyn joked, as if there had been any choice about it at all. “It gets worse before it gets better, but it’ll feel like it was short when you’re older,” he advised. “My son just graduated, and he spoke well enough of the weyrling staff, and you’ve got two out of the three the same.”
K’lin barely knew them. He barely knew anyone save his brother, and of course, Zineth. Even though they had only been joined for a very short time, there was no denying they each knew each other better than anyone, even his twin with whom he had shared nine months in the womb, and twenty turns of life together. “I…don’t think I will have time before graduation.” If he graduated. That word hung unspoken on the lips of every Weyrling. The life of a dragonrider was dangerous, even as a Weyrling, especially once they started working with firestone and going /between/. Accidents happened. People died. Everyone knew that.
“But after…” He loved his craft. Not as much as he loved Zineth or Don, but enough to want to carve out time to do it. K’lin studied the man a moment, his expression thoughtful. “Do you Craft?” he asked finally, curious.
“After, I’m sure you’ll figure out how to find the time,” N’kevyn said confidently. “No, I never had much attention for a craft. I wasn’t very good and then I had a baby dragon, then actual babies, then Thread was falling. Like I said, you make the time for the things that are important to you.” He didn’t sound regretful, crafting had never been more than a chore to him.
K’lin nodded, perking up a bit. He loved his new lifemate, but crafting was such a big part of his life, and of who he wasn’t, he had to admit he was sad to have to give it up, though he would do so a million times over for Zineth. However, if he could have the best of both worlds, that would be even better. “Then I look forward to having the opportunity to resume the craft.”
The weyrling paused then, as if he might say something, or perhaps he sought out something to say with the conversation about crafting coming to an end. K’lin glanced around, uncertain where to go, but decided that the glasscraft was a safe enough topic. “Perhaps I can make something else for you in the future.”
“Oh, you’d better. Once you’re settled in the wings, let me know, and I’m sure I can find something we need. And we have two to five firelizards in our weyr on any given day, so half the decor will probably be broken by then,” N’kevyn joked. “But I’ll let you get back to your busy schedule for now, good luck!”
Last updated on the October 3rd 2025