The Legend of Dehsa Weyr
From time to time, in long intervals, Pern's population has grown such that folk, dragonriders and commoners alike, spill over onto the Southern Continent. Inevitably, the return of Thread forces the people back to the Northern Continent.
In one of these times, a great weyr was established on the Southern Continent; Dehsa Weyr. At it's peak, it held nearly 400 dragons, their riders, and assorted weyrfolk.
Situated in a large mountainous crevasse, the weyr boasted high cliffs, with large spacious weyrs, and roomy lower caverns. These were carved ages earlier, as water from the Dehsa river trickled down through minute cracks in the cliffs, and wore away softer stone. The Dehsa River, having completed construction of the caverns, meets the sea just west of the Weyr, in a thundering waterfall several dragonlengths high. Mostly younger riders choose weyrs near the waterfall, for the thrill, the beauty, or some other reason. Older riders find those weyrs a bit damp for their tastes, and choose a roomy weyr elsewhere.
The Dehsa dragons, well-fed on Southern beasts, grew large, and the clutches of the queens surpassed those of the Great Northern Weyrs 2:1, with oft times more than one golden egg.
Dehsa's human population grew as well, and children grew healthily there, frolicking among the trees, and swimming in the warm ocean waters.
As often happens, tragedy struck. A violent illness swept through Dehsa Weyr, and many died. As the survivors told it, this never should have happened. There was no contamination of the water, everything was as clean as it could be. Perhaps it was tainted meat, or poison, or a strange form of firehead, but whatever it was, it left Dehsa in ruins. The remaining folk cleared out; leaving no trace of their occupation, and went North, to rejoin the rest of Pern as the Deadly Menace of Thread once again began to fall on Pern.
Now, over several hundreds of turns, the maps and records of Southern Holdings and Weyrs rotted away, not properly preserved, nor important enough to be copied onto fresh hides, leaving Dehsa, and it's history merely a myth in the minds of present-day Pernese.
When once again, a long Interval arose, the very same site has been reopened, innocently enough, under the name of Kiern. The Weyrwoman, Anya, and her golden Vieth, set out to build a great Weyr in their own right, never guessing that they'd landed in Dehsa. The weyrs were still much larger than the dragons, and the young riders still preferred the weyrs near the waterfalls. Nothing had changed, or so it seemed.
At the same time, another weyr, halfway across the continent, another weyr had opened; Denrha, under command of Weyrleader F'laire. Upon the loss of their only mature queen, the struggling weyr packed up, and closed their doors. Instead of returning North as failures, they joined up with the fledgling Kiern, and made an attempt to prosper there.



So our story beings...                
Moira
Moranth
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