The Discovery of Avicath's Missing Straps
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Writers: Shawna
Date Posted: 22nd February 2026
Characters: N'kevyn
Description: N’kevyn discovers his riding straps have been swiped
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 12, day 13 of Turn 12
}:I’m still hungry,:{ Avicath was complaining as he landed outside the weyr with a dramatic thump.
“Then maybe we shouldn’t have napped away the whole morning,” N’kevyn said from the doorway, “you needed to come back to get ready for drills. If you weren’t so out of practice, you’d have been done an hour ago.” The bronze had missed his first attempt to catch lunch, and the resulting extended temper tantrum hadn’t made the next attempt any better.
The bronze sighed dramatically, flopping down onto the ledge outside their Weyr. ]:We could skip. I’m unwell.:{
“You’re mildly inconvenienced, not unwell,” N’kevyn said, heading for the locker where the bronze’s lovely new black straps hung. True to his promise, he’d commissioned a new set once the bronze had returned to what his rider considered ‘fighting fit’.
}:It’s the same thing,:{ Avicath bemoaned. Then, sensing his rider’s confusion, he said, }:Where are my straps? Why are they gone?:{ His big bronze head came up, whirling around to stare into the distance, as if he could spot the shining mass of Tymborikath from here. }:How dare she! The thief!:{
“You don’t know it was her,” N’kevyn didn’t even believe himself as the words came out of his mouth. “Let me see if we have your old brown set.”
}:She steals everything,:{ the bronze sulked.
“You haven’t hunted in months because you live off her leftovers. You’ll survive in the old straps,” N’kevyn hauled them out of a trunk and started draping them over the bronze.
Avicath turned to observe the stretched out harness, }:They don’t fit. Why did they grow?:{
It would not help matters to tell the bronze he had shrunk. Tugging uselessly at the leather, N’kevyn sighed. If they had more time, he could punch extra holes for the buckles, but they were already dangerously close to being late as it was.
Avicath’s indignation turned to a sly satisfaction, }:I guess we can’t go to drills.:{
Looking around the weyr, N’kevyn focused on the locker on the opposite wall. If the bronze had slimmed down this much, he might well be smaller than the gold, at least right now.
“Avi, how do you feel about burgundy? They’re Tym’s.” Kicking the stretched out old brown set into a corner, N’kevyn started gathering up the gold’s straps. “I mean, of course they look better on Tymborikath…”
}:They do not! They’d look best on me. Hurry up,:{ for once helping matters, the bronze ducked his head so N’kevyn could start harnessing him up.
“Alright. Suck it in,” N’kevyn gave the bronze a gentle kick as he tightened the straps, holding his own breath in sympathy.
It wasn’t quite a comfortable fit as N’kevyn pulled himself up onto the bronze, and Aydhan’s saddle fit him less well than Tymborikath’s straps fit Avicath, but the pair arrived at wingdrills only a few minutes late, and something about the bronze stuffed in-elegantly into a set of burgundy and gold colored straps as he joined the formation late kept D’brul from asking any questions.
Last updated on the February 28th 2026