Free To Run Around All Day
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: Aaron, Avery, Devin, Duskdog, Estelle, Halyonix, Heather, Sia
Date Posted: 8th January 2026
Characters: Rathandra, Hesbia, N'dhavi, M'sar, Yvase, D'miran, K'valas, H'lem, M'thos
Description: Galgaith's clutch gets into some messy shenanigans
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 12, day 23 of Turn 12
Notes:
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The humans were in class. They had cleaned the Barracks that morning and put away all of the supplies, leaving the usual things out: their own bedding, a few extra chairs, some brooms, and the jars of oil and sweetsand. Things that usually went undisturbed.
Usually.
There had been a time after her hatching when Teriath slept while her human was in class. Maybe. Her rider said that. She had told Teriath to sleep while she was in class so that later when they had to work together, Teriath would pay attention. But Teriath was not tired. Teriath did not want to sit in her bunk. She was squirmy and she wanted to play.
}:Does anyone want to play chase?:{ she inquired as she hopped down and stretched her wings out real wide and shook herself off all over before starting to tromp down the line.
Sazikoth had taken a chunk out of the door that separated the barracks from the classroom the first day she woke without K'valas nearby and dislodged a baby tooth. The new door, now sevendays old, had a few scratches in it already. The culprit was sprawled dramatically nearby, huffing like an angry runner.
}: Yes :{ She said quickly and pulled herself up from her sorrows. }: You first.:{ She added, and lunged.
}:That’s my tail!:{ Morivath snapped as someone scraped over it with a misplaced talon.
Mactallath appeared from… somewhere. He watched with rapt fascination, as though he simply could not look away. He was not quite so sure this was a clever idea, but he was going to watch and find out what happened. Just in case.
Malzyveth wasn’t _lounging_, exactly. He lay still, watching, his posture relaxed -- but it was the relaxation of a cat keeping an eye on its surroundings, ready to move in an instant if necessary. As the greens tumbled past, he considered them seriously for a moment, tail flicking once as he thought.
}:Chase games are good practice for the hunt,:{ he decided finally, getting up and giving a full-body stretch. It had nothing to do with him being bored, of course. Absolutely not. Nothing so frivolous. }:Now… you’d best _run_!:{
He leapt, barreling after the greens.
}: Not a _fucking_ chance!:{ Sazikoth cried as she disengaged from her sister and leapt at the much larger Malzyveth. She was not going to be _chased_! She was the one who chased! She also didn't understand what that bad word was, except that K'valas used it a lot when he had feelings that were bigger than her, and sometimes even when he didn't.
Morivath twisted her head to the side quizzically and asked her rider, }:Rathandra… what does ‘fucking’ mean? Sazikoth is going to use it to get a chance? Or prevent Malzyveth from getting one… Or something… I’m not sure…:{
Back in class, Rathandra choked on nothing but air as the question from Morivath came through.
Teriath let out a delighted cheeping sound as Sazikoth pounced at her, and started running away. She would do good at not being caught! She had a few glorious moments of skittering down the side of the barracks, trying to keep ahead of her sibling who seemed faster than her. It was fun for a moment, until Malzyveth decided to join in and distract Sazikoth.
Well, two could chase one, she assumed. So she spun around to join her sister in chasing, whipping her tail for balance... and then she overcorrected and slid, her tail lashing and colliding with a barrel.
Morivath tried to leap to her feet as the startling crash of the barrel echoed through the barracks, but her baby talons scratched frantically and could find no purchase on the stone floors now that oil from the barrel was oozing out.
}:Teriath!:{ Morivath squawked in outrage as she fell, snout first into the oozing mess.
By now, the ruckus had attracted Oriveth from his nap. }: What is happening? :{ he asked curiously but he stopped as his paws came into contact with the rapidly spreading oil. He tilted his head this way and that, trying to puzzle out what was happening. A tap of a claw, then lifted to watch it drip. Oriveth watched the oil spread, his green sisters tumbling about, and curled his tail around his paws, trying to decide what to do next.
Nazoth had been sleeping, too. }:You are making a mess!:{
Mactallath hummed with delight. Oh, this was lovely. He stood and took a running leap and slid into the oil.
}:A _fucking_ mess!:{ he announced gleefully.
Oh. Oh, dear. He could not stop.
Nazoth tilted his head one way, then the other as he watched Mactallath slide across the floor. He stepped off his couch almost daintily despite his size. He put one paw down, shifting it in the oil. Slip, slip. His eyes whirled faster and then he ran, flopping on his belly and aiming for his brown clutchmate. }:This is fun!:{
}:I didn’t mean to!:{ Teriath wailed to all of her clutchmates. She tried to get up from her undignified sprawl and found she couldn’t. Because she’d been the one to collide with it, she was coated in it. And when she tried to get up, scrabbling for purchase, well.. She simply slid forward and into Morivath, her nose colliding with the other green’s wing.
}:I’m stuck,:{ she whined.
}:I'll save you!:{ Elamith had been watching his clutchmates' antics in amazement, wondering at the strange way they were moving, but he couldn't resist a green's cry for help. He scrambled down from his couch and bounded over - and then suddenly, his hind legs shot out from under him and he landed on his tail, sliding towards them with his claws skittering over the slick floor. }:Ouch!:{
}:Your. Nose. Is. In. My. Wing.:{ Morivath grunted as she tried to untangle herself from Teriath.
Mactallath crumpled into the wall, and Nazoth slid under his backside.
}:Whoomph. There it is.:{
}:Off!:{ Nazoth tried to get out from under him and only managed to flail all his limbs and send them both skidding off in another direction.
Oriveth let out a squeal of panic as Nazoth and Mactallath slid his way. }: No, nonononoooo! :{ He tried to get out of their path but tripped in his haste. Now there was a blue dragon mixed up in the browns.
}:Very well,:{ Malzyveth said to Sazikoth. }:Come at me, then!:{ He didn’t mind being chased -- it would be good practice for his sister, after all. He leapt to the side in an attempt to dodge her initial charge, and it might have worked… if not for the oil now covering the floor. His back legs slid out from under him, and he went down with an undignified _flump_.
His nostrils flared in irritation. }:Sazikoth. Watch your step.:{
Sazikoth did not, in fact, watch her step. Her momentum carried her too fast and the oil prevented any chance at stopping. She tried to leap and only managed an awkward half-hop as she collided into Malzyveth. }: I will get you! :{ She shrieked, scrambling in a mess of limbs to try and climb on top of him.
}:Not without a fight,:{ Malzyveth insisted, trying to raise himself up to roll her off, but there was no leverage -- his legs only slid on the floor. With a huff of annoyance, he rolled instead, trying to dump her off.
Nazoth was now covered in oil. With every attempt to untangle himself he slid against the floor, or his clutchmates, or both. Not quite sure how to feel about this situation, he was caught somewhere between frustration and amusement.
Oriveth was not amused. }: Let me up, please, :{ he begged of his brothers, trying to untangle himself. His claws just could not find any purchase with everything so slick! }: Oh, I do not like this, :{ he groaned unhappily. There was far too much touching going on!
Sazikoth shrieked and scrambled for balance as Mazyveth rolled, but instead was unceremoniously dumped on top of the browns.
Teriath finally got her nose out of Morivath’s wing not by any effort of her own, but because Nazoth’s attempts to help had slid her away from the other green and now wedged into a corner. Covered in oil and on her side, she kicked her legs a few times to try to get upright, but all she succeeded in doing was slipping more towards…another barrel, this one of sweetsand. Fortunately, her impact into it didn’t break it open. It did knock it on its side, where it rolled in oil.
The sounds had finally called enough attention for M'thos to open the door of the classroom and survey the chaos.
}: Oh, thank Faranth, :{ Oriveth warbled, seeing an adult human there. They would fix this!
"How can you lot be worse than my sons?" M'thos asked the pile of flailing dragonets. His boots crunched in the sweetsand as he reached for Teriath, grabbing her around the middle and gently tossing her through the door to the classroom and in Yvase's general direction. "All right, kiddos, come get your dragons. Some of them are going to need baths."
Last updated on the February 8th 2026