I am trying to recreate my ficlist and gather it all together. My sticky post went somewhere a couple of years ago, never to be seen again, so this is not complete by any means, but hopefully it will get there at some time in the future.
The Wrong Dragon was fun to write. I had thought I had no more words in me, but while writing this, I opened a brand-new box of them, and I feel more confident that it's not over yet.
"Oh threads! Did Erenth...?" Dean bit his lip as his brother smirked and rubbed his cheek against Dean's shoulder. He, at least, seemed to be pleased with the events of the day.
There were healers waiting for them when Dean and his crew finally made it home to the Half Moon Weyr. It seemed as though Satanth had done his very best to make amends for the perfidy of his rider, and as a result, Erenth was swiftly treated for his injuries and lulled to sleep by his anxious mate.