Who: L'ton, Imogen and dragons
What: Sometimes confrontation is a good thing.

( Look, no offense but I have more gratifying conversations with I'nigo. )

Who: Tia, L'ton, Sterling
What: Dragonriders drink and Lord Sterling toasts every one in earnest. Tia and L'ton could have done without that.

( You didn't mention he does this little routine. )

Who: Iona and Li
What: Booboos all around.

( At least you're not boring weyrwomen. )

Pol has his own lj. It can be found here: http://dread_apollyon.livejournal.com

Who: L'ton, L'ryl, Sissi
What: L'ton comes to see the continued launchings of the weyrlings. Sissi is secretly trouble as always.

( Any spectacular crashes yet? )

Who: Tia, L'ton, their dragons, NPCs
What: One of Ista's own braves Fort to gamble the murals right off the wall. Ikaroth finds a kindred spirit of sorts.

( If she were proddy I'd be far more feisty. )

Who: Imogen and L'ton
What: The night is full of love or tears. Guess which one is there's.

( I guess it doesn't really matter. )

Who: L'ton and weyrlings
What: He braves the barracks to talk about formations.

( Do not name them after parts of a woman... )

Who: Iona, L'ton and their dragons
What: The men come to visit the ladies of the sands.

( Sit down and tell me it then! )

Who: Iona & L'ton
What: After Orlaith's flight...

( I'll go put some clothes on. )

Who: Check those tags
What: Ikaroth again takes a gold's maidenhood.

( When in Faranth's clutch dust did she grow boobs? )

So he's gone. Death you know wouldn't be so bad if it didn’t mean sease to exist. Ikaroth knew it first. The dragons always know. He told me that Thread hit Rhyolith's forth ridge first, destroyed the aft strap, and moved into my father's torso. It was quick I told him. It was quick I told myself. One minute you head a Weyr the next you’re gone for good no better off than a wherry butchered for feast.

Surprisingly the script is neat, better than most of his submitted field reports.

Ista's new Weyrleader is more unblooded than I. How telling his bronze is a son of Rhyolith's. He was an extraordinary brown by every measure. I foretell Ista's bloodlines will be enhanced though I worry more about N'lon's bloodline. I see now even less of Ita since the accident, no doubt she is plunging into her work as I have. She was close with Ryolith. I too will miss his wit.

I can't even begin to think of Kezia and how she will raise two small children. I doubt their youngest will remember anything of her father though I wonder how much Apollyon will endure being the elder and male. It's harder on a son. Though I wish I had more time with our father he will grow up with nothing. Are some memories, what few he may retain, better off as forgotten? Kezia is again a boat adrift, the man in her life again taken before his time.

Time. The one thing father couldn’t dominate.

<< Beyond is only a place dragons have yet to between to. Rhyolith may tell me yet where to go. I will listen. >>

After the ledger is two-thirds full L'ton stops, cracks a knuckle or two of his writing hand.

Someday he will, my friend.

Who: Th'deus and L'ton
What: The Weyrleader comes to check on L'ton's state of being after his recent fight and the death of his father.

( Did you know he's bedding my mother? )

Who: A lot
What: Ista Weyr, with some aid by Fort, takes on Threadfall over Ista Hold.

( Let's burn. )

Who: N'tan, Iona, L'ton, Th'deus, W'ren, Madri
What: It's a good ol' Fort Weyr melee long in coming.

( Don't you have a Thread burrow to jump in? )

Who: K & N
What: N'lon, mid-rampage, terrorizes Kezia.

( If you send him away, then I will go with him. )

Who: The Weyrleaders
What: They get reacquainted.

( As to better run things. )

Who: Ita, Iona, L'ton, and Brien
What: Ita is popular being everything to everyone.

( I don't smell /that/ bad. )

Who: I² and L
What: Imogen comes to talk after her flight has occurred.

( I'd been wanting to tilt at him for a while. )