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Plot
By: Agenothree Date: June 12, 2022, 2:55 pm
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[center]Site Opening Plot: June 22 2022[/center]
In the Fall of 2610, Pern finds itself in a massive state of
upheaval. For time immemorial, dragons flew Thread and protected
Pern from the skies, while whers patrolled the ground for any
stray Thread that escaped the dragons’ notice. The Weyrs stand
tall, shining pinnacles of strength to model after; Pern’s
guardians. Every boy and girl dreamt of Search; to Stand with
the hope of Impression, and join the ranks of the brave men and
women who dared challenge Thread.
But the truth of the matter is such perfection is unattainable.
Behind closed doors, Benden is not all it seems. Everyone
outside the Weyr was taught to believe that a dragonet had a
choice of who was to be his or her rider. And this is still
true...to an extent. Using her influence, the senior queen
guides her hatchlings from Candidates she deems unacceptable,
sending them to the Candidates she deems suitable. Tradition has
come to dominate Benden Weyr, after all Lessa and F'lar had done
in life to free Pern from its grip.
And all it took to rock Benden - and Pern, by extension - was
the choice of one little dragon. The choice to forge a new path;
the choice to fight back.
No! the gold bugled, her damp hide glistening in the sunset,
wings stretched wide in rebellion. I will not be denied that
which is mine! It is my right to chose who I will! After such
bold defiance was spoken, the newly-hatched gold strode away,
and not to the young woman everyone expected to be Benden’s
Junior Weyrwoman. The gold searched the outskirts of the group
the Candidates had arranged themselves, determination emanating
from the dragonet as she doggedly investigated, only to stop
before…before a man?
A hush fell over the observers in the Stands as the young gold
made her choice. No gold chose a man, just as no bronze chose a
woman. As the new goldpair fled the Sands, the senior leaders of
the Weyr gathered to discuss this incident. The outlook for
Benden Weyr was bleak, if they were to allow this defective gold
to come to power. A decision was made: this Haloneth would never
be allowed to be all that a gold ought to be. Haloneth would
never be permitted to rise, to clutch, to rule. So long as the
senior queen of Benden and Haloneth's dam lived, this would be
so.
One thing that Benden's leaders did not predict was the outright
departure of the young Haloneth and a portion of the Weyr's
dragonriders and wherhandlers of the local Holds. Even some of
the Candidates and weyrfolk turned up missing! Like thieves in
the night, the group stole out of the Weyr, masking Haloneth's
gleaming hide with cloaks and cloths. Against all odds, they
slipped out undetected and unchallenged, turning to the coast. A
vessel waited there, manned by a kind Captain and his crew.
Arrangements were made, and the journey began. The seas were
rough, but the ship's crew was skilled, and they were aided by
those of the Weyr that rode aboard the boat. Would they be free
at last, once the voyage was over?
The answer was yes. The vessel made anchor at the Far Western
Continent, untouched by man or dragon. The opportunity to make a
new way lay before them...but did they have what it took to tame
this wild and unforgiving landscape? Again, yes. Through sheer
grit and determination, a suitable mountain was scouted to serve
as a dwelling for the dragons, and a small settlement sprang up
at the mountain's base, a place for the humans and whers to
reside while the necessary excavations were made. Tensions were
high, and nerves ran thin. Everyone knew they were terribly far
from home, and the supplies they'd brought could only last so
long. What were they to do once stores ran out?
Ista Weyr stepped up to the plate. Gold Aaliyath - Ista's senior
queen - felt deeply for the plight of the young Haloneth and her
people, and strove to provide for them all. Aaliyath and her
bonded, along with the others of her Weyr, promised to provide
aid. Those that were willing to go could travel to the Western
Continent, to be Candidates or weyrfolk. Crafters too arrived,
to assist in the process of making the mountain a home for
dragon and man alike. Resources were flown or shipped in, making
the situation a little less dire. Even some of Aaliyath's future
clutches would potentially be donated to bolster the forces that
guarded Haloneth. With the extra help, the settlement prospered
and grew. Work on the mountain was soon finished, and the
dragonriders moved into their new Weyrs, while the wherhandlers
settled into newly-made dens. Home, at long last.
But what was the next step now? While they were safe here, what
were they to do? As though to further cement their place as
"different," two greens rose in mating flight, one after the
other, later that very Turn. Not an uncommon occurrence...except
that both greens later clutched. Neither had chewed firestone,
and with these fine eggs - twelve, all told - it was disproven
that the eggs of greens were worthless. When the eggs hatched
the next Turn and they had twelve new dragonets in their midst,
the settlement held a Feast to celebrate! With spring came new
life! But a dark cloud hovered over the festivities. What was
the future for these young dragons? What would they come to
know?
What they would come to know was that they were dragons of a
fine and proper Weyr. After some debate, it was decided that no
matter how few they were in number, they were a Weyr. Haloneth
was a queen in her own right, and not just by the golden glimmer
to her hide. If Benden would see her cast aside, they would give
Haloneth what she deserved. Tradition be damned. As her bonded,
Haurchefant was named their leader; their "Weyrwoman." The
wherhandlers were granted a proper place in this new Weyr,
rather than being treated as nothing, as Benden and other Weyrs
had done. As the structure of the Weyr was established, critical
positions needed filling...and they needed a name with which to
call themselves.
Westwind Weyr, it was decided. That would be the name of their
Weyr; their home. Yet as Haloneth nears her second Turnday,
questions begin swirling around the new Weyr. When she rises and
yields her first clutch, what will she bring to Westwind?
Change. It carries on the wind, like a whisper. Will you answer
its call?
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