Notes on Impression (1/2)
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: Corrin, Duskdog
Date Posted: 11th March 2026
Characters: M'kadja, N'dhavi
Description: The correspondence of two holdless-turned-dragonriders
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr, Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 13, day 20 of Turn 12
Notes: Happens over the course of several days.
It was near midnight, long past Lights Out in the Dragonsfall barracks. The great double doors were closed and the weyrlings had retired to rest-- but none of that stopped Dagger. The firelizard darted through the dark hallways, betweening around obstacles until he found his target: N’dhavi. The steely blue flit landed heavily on the sleeping man and pecked him firmly on the head.
N’dhavi’s eyes shot open, hand instinctively reaching back beneath his pillow for the knife he’d learned long ago to keep close at hand when he was sleeping and vulnerable. The few seconds of fumbling it took him to find the blade -- burdened by the heaviness of deep sleep, something he had only truly felt since Impressing Malzyveth -- was what also gave him the chance to realize what was happening, and who had assaulted him, before stabbing anything.
“Dagger?”
The firelizard chirped, but obviously didn’t elaborate.
N’dhavi sat up slowly in bed, giving Dagger room to flit back from his perch on his chest to sit on his knee, instead. Lurk winged down from wherever he had been while N’dhavi slept, and landed on the other knee, where the two flits engaged in a moment of cheeping and chirping at each other, perhaps catching up. N’dhavi rubbed at his eyes, then reached for the glowbasket, uncovering it just enough to allow him to see more detail.
There was a small roll of hide on Dagger’s foreleg. It read:
“Impressed! His name is Melciroth”
Then, as an afterthought because--to the writer--the detail had seemed one and the same with the name:
“Bronze”
The scrawl was Akadja’s familiar hand, even more sprawling than usual, as though the lines were spiking off the hide. Written in haste. Distraction. There was a smear of dried blood.
N’dhavi blinked at it, at first not entirely sure what to think. Once, he might have been overwhelmingly jealous. Happy for his brother, but mostly jealous. (Was that what Akadja had felt when he Impressed? He supposed so.) But now, what was there to be jealous of? He had his own bronze. There was nothing left to feel except joy, and maybe vindication.
Dislodging the firelizards (who gave a couple of indignant squawks), he swung his legs over the side of the bed and rummaged around for something to write with.
He kept it brief; it was still the middle of the night, after all, and he expected his brother wouldn’t be in any condition to even read it for a while. Still, he wanted to get it out while the thoughts were fresh:
“Knew you would. Good name; sounds perfectly bronze. Only another turn or so and we’ll practically be Lords. :) Hope Sybana sucks on that.” He inserted a profane scribble here illustrating… something like that. “You’ll probably be passed out soon; write me back when you have time!”
To finish it off, he drew a little dagger and a happy face with an evil grin full of fangs. And then, satisfied, he tied it to Lurk’s leg, and sent him off with Dagger.
Last updated on the April 1st 2026