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Pern
A New Beginning

"Seas boil and mountains move
Sands heat, dragons prove
Red Star passes."
-Anne McCaffrey- Dragonflight


The Red Star winks maliciously down on the planet Pern once more. It has been a long interval, what was thought to be gone has returned. The people of Pern believed their nemesis defeated; they had thrown it into a distant orbit where it could not drop it's deadly Thread. But some cosmic event put it back, bringing the malignant sphere back to a position where it could once again torment Pern. A great quake had rocked Pern during this time, and Benden, the greatest weyr on Pern, was destroyed, and all of it's information, technology, and knowledge went with it. Gone are the records of going Between times, no longer are there records of grubs and flamethrowers. Queens don't fight thread. Only the knowledge of fire lizards is left. Now Benden has been rebuilt, the last strong weyr standing, must take it's place as a Pass begins and no one is prepared. Once again the Weyrs have lost respect, and riders are veiwed as parasites. Lana, Weyrwoman at Benden and bondmate to Rurith, must prepare the weyr and all of Pern before the Thread begins to fall. It is up to her and the riders to convince Holders that Threads are a danger once more. What is left of the Riders must stand forth. The question is will they be able to save themselves when everyone doubts them? With no records of any advanced technology, the Dragonriders of Pern must use the only resources they have. Instinct, firestone, and the dragons, to destroy the thread before it destroys them.

"Stones pile and fires burn
Green withers, arm Pern
Guard all Passes."
-Anne McCaffrey- Dragonflight


On Earth a message is received, a message of jubilation that is now over a hundred years old. "Threads gone, Red Star removed. Pern is safe forever." Pern, the forgotten colony lost so many years ago, had made contact and immediately plans are made to return to the planet. Charts are brought out and information is compiled, the time to reclaim Earth's property has come. Now two ships from Earth are headed for Pern, expecting no doubt to find a thriving advanced civilization. What will happen when they find that Pern is not all they expected? They are not prepared to help fight a threat that Pern told them was gone forever. It is time for a new begining.

"Star Stone watch, scan sky
Ready the Weyrs, all riders fly
Red Star passes."
-Anne McCaffrey- Dragonflight


Tables of Contents:
1. Intro
2. Rules
3. Characters
4. The People of Pern and Earth
5. Pernese Oaths and other things
6. Announcements and Upcoming Events

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The Rules


1. Literacy is a must. This means use proper grammar and no ** actions.
2. One liners are forbidden and paragraph story style posts are mandatory. Five to seven sentences minimum in a paragraph. Two paragraphs at least are required.
3. No god-moding or powerplaying.
4. As of now there are no mutations of dragons. Also there are no white dragons, and haven't been since the hatching of Ruth.
5. This is long term. Only join if you will stick around.
6. If you don't know the books very well you'll have trouble understanding. But I will do my best to help you out. If all else fails you can play a character from Earth who knows nothing about Pern.
7. In roleplay actions will have in roleplay consequences, be aware of that.
8. Only bronzes will fly the Queen.
9. I'd prefer The Weyrleader be played by a guy. Sorry to be offensive, but I'm playing Lana the Weyrwoman and it is easier for me to play it that way.
10. PM me any about Flights, pregnancies, weddings, or hatchings ahead of time and don't post them until I've approved them.
11. It is not required for you to play a dragon rider. We also need a Harper, and other non riders.
12. Minimum two fire lizards (flitts) per character. Not every one can have a bronze or gold remember.
13. PM me profiles for characters and don't post until I give you the O.K.
14. Please don't play more than two characters, it gets confusing. If you are playing two characters be sure to post them in different colors.
15. Candidates are welcome, but I'd like to have riders first so that we have a start before I do a hatching.
16. Romance is ok and encouraged just keep it PG.
17. Fighting is ok but keep the dueling to a minimum.
18. All male riders will have contracted names, and all dragons must have th ending names.
19. Lana is the only person who can hear and speak to all dragons at the moment.
20. This is strictly canon for now. However I do allow females to impress greens.

Here are the marks for the different speech.
{Dragon telepathy}
[Human telepathy]
"Human speech"
Human thought.

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Name: Lana
Age: 21 turns
Dragon: Rurith- Gold Queen
Flitts: Gold Kiri {Adopted after she found her alone in T'san room, injured and dying}, Bronze Briel
Position: Weyrwoman, Benden
Weyr Affiliation: Benden
Appearance: Lana is small and slender, and her slight appearance hides her true strength. She has long dark brown hair and golden hazel eyes the color of Rurith. Lana is considered to be a lovely woman though there are women on Pern who a far more beautiful than she. Her dark brown hair hangs in soft waves down her back, framing her tawny face. Her features are soft, and well defined, though not perfect. The young woman appears very lady-like and delicate at times, though her behavior can be far from it. The eyes the color of the dragon she rides seem to fascinate many, though she doesn't understand why. They are actually a golden hazel rimmed in green and much to her disliking her emotions are known to display through them. She has scar on her right shoulder that is barely visible from a fall from Rurith her first flying lesson. The dragon was not far off the ground, and the injuries was well treated. Her skin is a soft tawny, though in the warm months it grows darker as she refuses to spend her entire life locked away as T'san wishes. She dresses in traditional clothes, long skirts and tunic shirts, and can be quite attractive in her own way, though she is too busy to deal with things she considers "petty" or "insignificant" such as appearance. She is an impressive figure when she decides to take command and despite her slight appearance, people are drawn to her.
Personality: Headstong, strong willed, stubborn, and hot headed, Lana is not one to be crossed. She can be sarcastic and ill-tempered, but is usually buoyant and happy. She has an endearing quality about her when she chooses to let it show, but with the current state the Weyr is in she is guarding that side of herself almost completely. She also sees it as a weakness that T'san can exploit and she would never let that happen. When working on Weyr matters she is serious. T'san has yet to ruin the woman, and she insists that he will never break her. The people of her weyr worry that the over bearing and foul leader will turn her cold and if his bronze flies Rurith that she will be ruined completely. Already her words can be biting and cold, and she is not one to think twice about telling the truth no matter how painful. When she takes command of a situation she demands respect and typically receives it, and Lana is unafraid to say what is on her mind and tell people exactly what she thinks. This has lead her into trouble, especially with T'san who does not appreciate the fact that she will not allow him to control her and will bluntly speak ill of him. Her personality is a stark contrast at times from her appearance. But perhaps it will be her strong personality that assists her in saving her home.
Bio: Lana's mother was Weyrwoman at Benden before her and her father K'det was weyrleader. K'det was a well-liked man who would have lead the Weyr well in the coming times of hardship, but he was scorched badly during the during the Spring Games and died within weeks. T'san, the Weyrleader incumbent, was also participating and took over after her father died. And he has lead to the disintegration of the newly rebuilt weyr. Some suspect T'san had something to do with the K'det's death, but none will step forth to say anything. Talara sent to her daughter away from the weyr at age ten because she feared that T'san would ruin her, and because she was very ill. This hurt her a great deal and for part of her life she bore resentment for her mother and still holds it over T'san. Lana lived a partly pleasant life at Benden Hold until the news came that her mother's dragon had laid a clutch and that they were dying. Though her foster family the Harper and his wife, were kind to her, Lana suffered immensely at the hands of children she grew up with. She was constantly taunted, exclamations that her parents were Weyrleader and Weyrwoman of Benden but didn't love her, followed the girl everywhere. At sixteen she was almost attacked by the journeyman harper studying beneath her foster father, and was only saved by a Green rider who had come to pick up a tapestry from the weaver. She returned to the Weyr , searched by a bronze rider who knew where she was, as her mother Talara was dying and Rurith was the only queen in Fireth's clutch. She was only eighteen when she Impressed Rurith. Now she is left to prepare the weyr, and all of Pern, before the Thread begins to fall. It is up to her and the riders to convince Holders that Threads are a danger once more. She sees the Red Star winking down on her home, and it disturbs her deeply. As does the fact that everyone around her seems to ignore it. It has been another long interval, and the weyrs have been forgotten. Now she is determined to remind the Pernese people that the weyrs are all that stands between them and the deadly rain of threads that is fast approaching.
Other: Lana can hear and speak to all dragons. She hasn't told anyone about it.

Name: N’al
Age: 23 turns
Dragon: Brown: Calianth
Flitts: Blue: Salmel
Weyr affiliation: Benden
Position: Rider, more specifically Wingsecond.
Appearance: His skin is a chestnut brown. The winds and the sands of the desert have been harsh on his skin, mostly his face. It is lined and leathery from the constant onslaught, and his eyes always seem to be squinting from the blaze of an imaginary sun. Oh, but what lovely eyes! They are a soft brown color, only slightly darker than his skin. His hair is as black as a crow's wing. It's coarse, and he keeps it trimmed extremely close to his scalp as a way to beat the desert heat. He stands at an unimpressive five foot and ten inches, and weighs around one hundred and eighty pounds. Though his frame is not packed with muscles, he manages to achieve some tone and definition. The constant sweat from the desert days has removed much of the moisture from his body. Therefore, the best description for his body type would be lean and sinewy. His physical make-up certainly won't earn him the title of the most gorgeous man on Pern, however he does have the rough charm of someone who has had to live in a tough environment. He understands the necessity of function over form, and never wears more than is appropriate for his tasks. His dragonrider apparel suits him for most any situation, and rarely is he caught outside of his own quarters without a shirt. Those who have seen the sight know the reason for his reluctance to bare his chest. His upper body is riddled with the scars and bruises of past injuries. A testament to the life he spent at the hands of an abusive father. His wardrobe consists mainly of varying tunics, all well fitted, and cotton trousers. Bright colors tend to stand out, and if there is one thing that N'al does not like to do, that's stand out. Very dark colors, like blacks and grays, often tend to stand out as well, though in a different way. He prefers to keep his color scheme natural, sticking to earthy tones like dark greens, blues, and reds.
Personality: N'al grew up at the hands of an abusive father, however, this has not embittered him towards life as might be expected. He is quiet, but not out of fear or shame. Instead, he holds his peace because he finds solace in the quiet of his mind. Silently observing people, hearing what they say with their mouths, but also with their bodies. He doesn't like to cause waves, so he tends to keep his ideas to himself, unless directly asked for his opinion. He has seen the advantages and disadvantages to this way of life many times, and has recently began to better himself by vocalizing more when he feels something could be done in a better manner. Still, he has a long way to go before he reaches his ideal point. He is used to solitude. To escape his father's wrath, he would often disappear into the desert, on his own, for hours, sometimes days, on end. Though he is no stranger to being alone, he finds he enjoys the company of other people more. Often times he wishes that he himself could be blessed with the social graces and looks that his fellow Benden rider’s posses. His personality changes slightly when he is among people from his home of Igen Hold. He is much less reserved because he feels that there is a mutual understanding between anybody who grew up among these harsh desert sands. Kindness, respect, and loyalty can be expected from him if another Igen dweller comes seeking his aid. As a wingsecond, he is a capable tactician, directing the wing as ably as the wingleader. Though the other riders do not fear him, as he is hardly an imposing figure, he has earned their respect through his tireless hard working nature and fair treatment of them.
Bio: N'al, born Neal, was born to the tanner Kanen, and his wife Alyssan. He grew in Igen Hold, spending much of his youth playing in the desert, and around the hold as kids do. When he reached the age of seven, his father began training him up to be a tanner like himself. The young boy, however, had dreams of becoming a dragonrider. His father looked on the dragonriders with disdain. The barren deserts of the surrounding area were all but immune to the dangers of Thread. Even so, Igen hold was forced to tithe to the weyr for protection they didn't even need. Kanen was not the most successful of tanners, and he hated to see his meager wealth be squeezed to feed the freeloading dragonriders. When he learned his son had dreams of entering their ranks, he began to loathe him as much as he did them. The abuse started with simply looking upon his son with disdain, and always keeping him at an emotional distance. Gradually, it descended into the physical realm after N'al made it clear that he wasn't going to renounce his dreams. His mother was a very weak willed woman, and lacked the fortitude to stand up outright to her husband, but she did take care of him when his father wasn't aware. At fifteen, his father decided that the family might have better luck in the more forgiving terrain of Benden Hold, and that is exactly where they moved. One day, at the age 16, word reached N'al's ears about a dragonrider on Search from Benden weyr. There had been an exceptional clutch of eggs this Turn, and not enough weyr-bred boys to Impress them all. The young hold-bred boy made up his mind to leave with the dragonrider. He told his father of his plans, and the man refused to let him go, sealing him in his room. It seemed that his father had finally been able to crush his dream, until his mother freed him from his imprisonment. She handed him a bundle of clothes, and apologized for not doing being able to do more for him. N'al found the dragonrider as he was about to leave, and begged him to allow him to come. The man noticed the passionate fire that burned in the boy's eyes to become a dragonrider. He accepted N'al and brought him back to the weyr, where he was able to impress his brown, Calianth. Since then, he has progressed to his current position of wingsecond, and hasn't spoken to his father in the interim years. He still sends letters to his mother, to check up on her, and to make sure his dad is still around.

Name: Julaine
Age: 22
Dragon: None
Flitts: Blue Glory, Bronze Mikhail
Weyr affiliation: Benden
Position: Harper
Appearance: Julaine can best be described as willowy. She's tall and slim, but quite curvatious where it matters, if anyone had ever looked at her as a woman. The Harper seems to have a knack for making men see her as a friend more than a woman, though she has grown her long, slightly curly coppery hair half way down her back to be worn in a trademark braid, which her flitts love to peck at, and she tries to keep the pieces of hair that refuse to remain in her braid out of her pine green eyes. Her face is more angular than one would find feminine, with high cheekbones and a narrow, demure chin under a pair of luscious lips. Her skin is pale from sitting inside and composing for most of her time, or poring over skins, until someone forces her outside for her own health, though the ivory tone is lovely with her hair and eyes. When it comes to her clothes, though, she is more concerned with comfort than with being seen as feminine. She wears a pair of blue leggings tucked into fawn colored calf high boots, and a loose gray tunic belted at the waist. Her sleeves are usually pushed back from her arms, leaving her hands free when she plucks her harp strings, and writes her music. She tries to hold her hair back with a colorful scarf of blues and greens, embroidered with a map of the stars, but it seems more decorative than anything else. She has a carefully crafted metal chain around her neck, which has a few precious stones in it, a gift from her late brother and her most precious posession.
Personality: As a Harper, Julaine is naturally sensitive to the feelings of others and herself, but beneath the soft exterior is a strong young woman. With a lovely soprano voice, she is happiest when she can sing, even more so if she's alone in an undisturbed place where she won't draw an audience. It could easily be said that as talented as the Harper of Benden is, she's quite shy about it, and hesitates to make a scene of herself. She's talented in use of the harp as well as the flute, and can play half a dozen other instruments, though not quite as well as the other two. Her favorite songs to sing and write are songs, surprisingly sad songs, though she's usually quite upbeat, and never mentions her past. There is a darker side to the Benden Harper as well. She seems to have little patience for the people around her, though it's mostly her own insecurities that have managed to creep into her heart. She likes to close herself away frequently, an usual trait for someone in a Harper position, someone who is supposed to be a part of the public. But she figured that she would get through it eventually, that she'd finally learn how to be more open and just accept people, especially when they seemed foolish or cruel.
Bio: Julaine was born in Fort Hold to parents who had great aspirations for their daughter. Her father, N'san, rider of the Bronze Hilith, hoped that she would be a gold rider, and Weyrwoman of Fort Hold. Her mother, Dosa, hoped that she would not only be Weyrwoman of Fort Hold, but bring about a new system of government that would raise the status of the common people, Dosa having been the daughter of a simple craftsman. Julaine had an older brother by the name of Kern, who was a craftsman like his maternal grandfather, a metalworker, who specialized in delicate work, though he was unable to get the work to make the jewelry he loved to do at all times. He was the first in her family to get the fever when she was no more than seven, and the first to die from it before her family was quarantined by the healers. Her parents fell ill as her brother convaleced, and she got ill as well, though not quite as badly. Her parents died of the fever that claimed her brother, and Julaine was an orphan, who was taken in on a whim by one of the parents of a journeyman who longed to have a child again. She was the recipient of the things that her family had left behind, and from that point, she always wore the necklace she found in her brother's things. Her stepfather, a craftsman named Larc, was very kind to her, but she couldn't help but miss her family, and as hard as Larc tried to make her happy, he couldn't seem to please the child. His son, Prin, came home to visit, and saw some talent in his new stepsister. Having planned to try and Impress when she was old enough, Julaine was shy at going to the Harper Hall at first, but when she was praised for quick abilities with music and instruments, and her pretty voice, she was certain her real parents would have been happy with her choice to become a haper, Julaine was made a Journeyman when she was sixteen years of age, and worked on collecting fragments of old songs, to preserve what she could. At age twenty one, she found herself suddenly promoted to Harper of Benden when the former Harper passed away in the night. She took the promotion reluctantly, unsure of why she was given the position, but vowed to do her best, as well as she could. Julaine rather liked being alone in the dark rooms, reading skins by glow light, and she gets little time to do that now.

Name: Seione
Age: 15
Dragon: none
Flitts: Green: Misa
W6eyr affiliation: Benden
Position: Candidate
Appearance: Seione stands 5’1”. She has a slender waist and curves in the right places. She has soft features showing that she is indeed young and cute. Her cheeks still have a little baby fat in them, her chin softly curved and her cheekbones soft. There’s a little pinkness in her cheeks though nothing to great. Her skin is a light tan, almost pale color for not going out of the weyr to often. Her long, wavy hair is a pale brown color and falls down under her shoulder blades. She doesn’t necessarily like to put her hair up, only leaving it down for the wind to blow around. She parts her bangs to the left side, covering the left part of her forehead. Her eyes are an ocean green color. She is a pretty squawky one and is sometimes pushed around by her peers. She had a huge scar on her back, which is sometimes visible if her hair is up from an accident involving some kids and a huge rock. She wears simple dresses, usually soft, light colors, that go up to her knees, long and short enough for her to move around and such.
Personality: Seione is a sweet, naive girl. She loves to easily and trusts to readily though she is extremely shy meeting someone she doesn’t know for the first time, but that will go away quickly. She is-maybe- too loving for her own good and is oblivious to how loving she really is. She is sometimes too touchy and doesn’t know it. Sometimes some people might think that she's odd or strange and not like her by the way she acts and she has a hard time understanding why. She is always happy and full of joy and is often never depressed. Even though someone tries to put her down, she will stay her blissful self. She likes to make people happy when they are down or go to the rescue if someone is in need of help, which sometimes, doesn’t always end up so well. She has a big heart and cares about everyone and thing around her. Once she sets her mind to something she is very determine, strong-willed, and it’ll be hard to change her mind. She isn’t exactly one of the brightest people, but she has a lot of sense.
Bio: Seione is the daughter of the Lord of Bitra Hold. Her father is currenly the Lord, but her grandfather is the real head of the Hold. Before Seione was born, her father went against her grandfather’s orders to marry one of the daughters of a big hold and instead fell in love with a common weaver girl from Fort Hold and ran away from Bitra to Fort to live another life. After Seione was born, her grandfather sent for her father to take the position of Lord Holder, being his only child to take his place. That left Seione to live with her mother at Fort Hold. Unfortunately her mother was very weak physically and was prone to illness so Seione would entertain her with ballads she learn from visits to the Harper Hall and from the Hold’s Harper. She was rather excellent at singing and could take up to become a harper someday though her true dream was to be a dragonrider. It didn’t matter to her what dragon it was, gold or green, as long as she was connected with one. Her mother of coursed encouraged her dream, wanting to be a dragonrider herself, and always said that one day she will make a fine dragonrider. As the turns passed, Seione, 13 turns now, lived a pleasant childhood until one day her grandfather came to them once again, this time for her. Bitra Hold needed and upcoming heir when the time is right and she was the only heir her father had. He did remarry to another woman suitable for her grandfather though she failed to give birth to a child and became sterile. Her grandfather promised to take care of her mother and the expenses of her illnesses, which was needed , but there was a catch. Seione couldn’t see her mother ever again. She agreed, knowing that her mother will be taken cared for and went back to Bitra to learn how to become a Lady. After 2 turns of studying ladyship in Bitra, she heard news of the weyr that Bitra was bonded to, Benden was searching for new candidates for a new clutch that was newly made. She already heard that her birth mother had passed away a year ago and it was pointless to her to stay at Bitra any longer. Her grandfather was greatly against this though her heart told her she had to become a dragonrider, for her and her mother. To her surprise, she was actually searched to participate in the hatching and be a candidate. She accepted witout a second though and escaped to the weyr without her grandfather’s consent. He did try to get her back, but the dragonriders of the weyr had talked some things out with her grandfather and persuaded him to let her be and live in the weyr to become what she always wanted to be.

Profiles for Pernese should look like this-
Name:
Age:
Dragon: (if any, right now no golds.)
Flitts: (maximum two)
Weyr affiliation:
Position: (rider, candidate, Holder,etc) If you are a holder tell which hold
Appearance: Must be at least one to two decent detailed paragraph
Personality: Must be at least one to two decent detailed paragraph
Bio: Must be at least two to three decent detailed paragraphs
Other: (if anything)

Profiles for those from Earth should look like this-
Name:
Age:
Position on the ship:
Why they were chosen to go to Pern:
Special Skills/Training:
Appearance: Must be at least one to two decent detailed paragraph
Personality: Must be at least one to two decent detailed paragraph
Bio: Must be at least two to three decent detailed paragraphs
Other: (if anything)

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The People of Pern:



Benden
Weyrwoman: Lana- Gold Queen Rurith
Weyrleader:
Weyr Harper: Julaine
Journeyman:
Headwoman:
Riders:
N'al- Brown Calianth {Wingsecond}
Weyrlings:
Candidates:
Seione [F]
Weyrfolk:
Holders:

The People of Earth:

To be added.

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Pernese Oaths:


Shards
Scorch it
By the shell of my dragon's egg
By the Egg
By the First Egg
Shells
Through Fall, Fog, and Fire
By the Egg of Faranth

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Announcements:
OOC Thread is here.

Upcoming Events:
Rurith will soon rise and a new Weyrleader will be chosen.
Kiri has risen and mated with Briel. She will lay a clutch soon.

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The Story Thus Far

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"Shards." A soft lyrical voice whispered as a delicate and small hand touched a bruise that was finally fading.

The young woman ran a brush through her long dark brown hair. Dressed in her typical clothing she wore a long light green skirt and a soft cream tunic shirt that was slightly snug. Light sandals adorned her feet. She finished brushing her hair and took a closer look at the bruise on her face. Her golden eyes flashed angrily. T'san had no business striking her. She was Weyrwoman and rider of Rurith. This was the second time he had hit her, and she swore it would be the last.

T'san had a habit of trying to keep Lana and the Weyr completely under his thumb. He wasn't ready to admit that the Red Star was coming back and a Pass was begining. He was also not willing to confront the Holders and demand their respect. Lana, on the other hand, was ready and willing to deal with the problems now before it was too late. She had slowly begun the clean up of the Weyr, but T'san was unwilling to cooperate. She had confronted him one sevenday before and he had gotten angry. He had given her the bruise on her cheek. It was finally fading into her tawny skin tone again. T'san had struck her hard enough to cause Rurith to protest loudly, soon all the dragons were bugling their protests as well. She had quieted them herself because she could speak and hear all the dragons, a fact she kept hidden. But she made no secret of the fact that T'san had given her the bruise and that that was what Rurith had been bothered by. All of the Weyr disapproved.

A soft sigh caped her lips as she finished brushing her hair. Lana was tired, and she did her best to keep it from showing. She gazed out at the weyr and up into the sky silently. The Red Star winked maliciously at her from its position in the sky. Frowning she walked towards Rurith's weyr. {I am awake, Lana mine.} The dragon's voice was bright and sharp in her mind. {And I am hungry.}

Lana laughed quietly. Rurith was always hungry. She walked into the Queen's weyr and greeted her dragon. Scratching an eyeridge, Rurith let out a croon. {This is nice, but I'm starved} The dragon's whine finally forced Lana to give in. [Alright off to the feeding grounds] She patted the golden queen's head. It a shining blur two flitts came fluttering in, twirling around Rurith's head, to land on Lana's shoulders. Kiri and Briel twittered madly at each other for a moment. A sad smile crossed the Weyrwoman's lips as she looked at Kiri, her small body failing to recover from what ever had injured her. She had accidentally adopted the gold flitt while she was in T'san's room, bonding with the injured and starved creature. Repeatedly she had tried to discover the cause of her injuries and distress but only the image of a hand appeared and the emotion of pain.

When the flitts stopped twittering and chattering so loud in her ear, Lana strolled out of her chambers and toward the outside. She carefully placed Kiri on the ledge, and watched her mate Briel flutter to her. Glancing up she saw Rurith had taken off to the Feeding Grounds. Gracefully scooping up her skirt, she ran after the dragon. She knew that soon Rurith would rise, and she was being careful to watch her.

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N’al enjoyed the cool wash of wind that blow across his tan and leathery face. He closed his eyes as he and his Brown dragon Calianth slowly glided down towards they weyr below. There was no other sensation as relaxing as simply drifting on the back of one of the great beasts that so diligently protected Pern. Lazily, Calianth swept his massive wings Calianth was a little large, as far as Browns went, but he was nothing too far out of the ordinary. More wings than anything else. If this relaxing ride kept up, N’al might just drift to sleep…

{Rurith.}

The dragonrider’s brown eyes snapped open, as he felt the familiar stab of color, and the telepathic voice of his beloved Calianth. N’al peered over the side of his dragon, and noticed that they were flying over the Feeding Grounds. The golden queen’s scales were radiant in the glow of the Penese sun. She was looking more radiant each day, and it was expected that she would rise soon. What an occasion that would be! Everyone was waiting anxiously for the great queen to take to the sky and fervently hoping for a large clutch of eggs.

Calianth continued to hover above the Feeding Grounds as both rider and mount watched in awe at the power and beauty of the large queen. Their reverie was interrupted when, out of nowhere, a small shape burst in front of the nose of Calianth. It took a moment for N’al to realize what had happened, but when the twittering shape flew in front of his own eyes, he instantly recognized it. Salmel, N’al’s little blue flitt, chattered about his head welcoming the rider and Calianth back from their short flight. He came to rest on N’al’s shoulder, his tiny talons digging into the heavy rider’s garb designed to protect against the cold of between.

“It’s good to see you too,” N’al said in a rough, but kind, voice. Then, he decided that they had spent enough time sight seeing, and he urged Calianth down towards his quarters. The dragon stretched his wings, and circled down to the ledge. He flared his wings at the last second, and settled gently upon the earth. N’al slid off the dragon, and removed the saddle from him. The rider walked over to the dragon’s head, and affectionately scratched one of the beast’s eye ridges. The dragon crooned, and his iridescent eyes whirled in pleasure.

“So, what do you want to do now?” N’al asked quietly.

{Sleepy.} The dragon replied simply.

N’al chuckled at how dragons could be so intelligent, yet so simple at the same time. “Ok,” he replied, stepping back from Calianth. “Get some rest.” With those words, the dragon walked into the large hollow that adjoined N’al’s own quarters. He shifted the warm sand around a bit, until he was able to find a comfortable spot, and then he settled his large head upon the ground. Salmel released his grip on N’al’s shoulder, and made himself comfortable on top of Calianth’s head. The Brown never seemed to mind, and the little lizard had quickly established that location as his favorite sleeping spot.

After the two had settled in, N’al stripped himself of the heavy riding gear, had a quick bath, and then changed into a tan tunic, a pair of brown pants, and a pair of brown boots. He made his way to the Feeding Grounds, greeting the other riders and occupants of Benden Weyr as he met them. Upon arriving at his destination, he saw Weyrwoman Lana watching her dragon feed.

“Good day Weyrwoman,” N’al, wingsecond at Benden Weyr, greeted the young woman.

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She glanced up to see a dragon and rider hovering above her and smiled, N'al and Calianth must have returned from between just moments before she and Rurith arrived at the Feeding Grounds. Lana shook her head and her eyes returned to the golden creature as she swooped down on a beast and quickly dispatched it, eating with her usual ravenous hunger, as if she hadn't eaten in days. Lana's attention turned once again to the Brown above her, just in time to see the wingsecond fly off toward their quarters. Curiosity got the better of her and she spoke to the golden giant.

[Where were they?]

{I'm eating...}

[Apologies, I thought you might know, Rurith.]

{Eating...}

Lana shook her head, recalling the day she had Impressed the stubborn gold creature who now feasted on the field before her. Rurith had been stubborn then too, nearly killed a girl and almost raked Lana with her talons had she not stepped out of the way, causing the fledgling to lose her balance and fall. Feeling a bit guilty, Lana had leaned down to help the small dragon up and immediately the bond was formed. Rurith remarking quite frankly that she should be fed because she was hungry, and Lana only smiling and leading her off.

Rurith meanwhile was taking down another animal and carrying it to her usual ledge, complaining that the beasts were not fit for a queen. A soft smile inched across the Weyrwoman's lips, indulging the dragon with a remark about how soon it would be better and she would have better. Inwardly she cursed the times and T'san for what he had done to the Weyr. Benden should not have been in this condition. She turned quickly at the sound of a familiar rough voice.

"N'al, I have told you a thousand times to call me Lana." She granted him a rare smile. "Good morning. Where have you and Calianth come from the morning?"

A soft sigh escaped her lips and she glanced out at the appearance of a green dragon and rider. It was going to be another long day at Benden, and she could feel it. She'd not seen T'san and knew he was lurking about the Weyr, waiting to bring misery and anger from the young woman who was Weyrwoman. Her hand slipped up to her cheek briefly and then arranged her hair to cover it.

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“My apologies Wey-, I mean Lana,” N’al replied humbly.“Calianth and I were just visiting Igen Hold.”

He turned to look over the stringy beasts that roamed the Feeding Grounds. Times were tough at Benden. It was common knowledge that most people blamed T’san for his mismanagement of the Weyr that had caused them to fall on such hard times. Even though Benden was in bad shape, Igen was far worse. The desert hold, and the weyr that it was bound to, were both suffering heavily.

The pass of the Red Star was sure to make matters worse. There were nowhere near enough dragons to adequately cover the coming Threadfall. However, there was still hope for the furture, and that hope lay with the great Bendedn queen and her rider. N'al thought that if anyone was capable of reversing the fate of all of Pern, it was this woman standing before him. If she could just find a man as capable and intelligent as her, then their future would be assured. There was no way that they could continue on as they were, with T'san steadily leading the way to their downfall.

N’al turned back to Lana, and expressed his concern for the state of the hold that he held such great love for. “It’s bad here, Lana, but even worse at Igen.” N’al shook his head sadly as he reflected on the skimpy meal that had been offered to him while he was there, as well as the skimpy beasts that he witnessed Igen Weyr’s dragons feeding on.

“These are rough times,” N’al spoke softly. “And with the return of the Red Star, things are bound to get worse. How will we survive this?” As soon as the words left his mouth, he silently berated himself for uttering such desperate words. He was a wingsecond at Benden Weyr, such a defeatist attitude was inexcusable. “Forgive my weakness. Once Rurith rises, I’m sure things will get better.”

N’al decided to pursue a more cheerful path of conversation, and there was nothing more cheering than talk of the queen rising to mate. “Speaking of Rurith, how is she? She seems to be glowing brighter with each day. Shouldn’t be too much longer now, right?”

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"You, missy, are going to spend the afternoon outside."

Julaine looked up to see Ura, the servant woman who was in charge of taking care of the neglectful harper, who hadn't been outside in a couple of days. The ancient skins were far too interesting to leave for fresh air, exercise, or sunlight. And because of that, she was thin, pale, and tired, though she slept quite comfortably, even if it was bent over a desk, because she'd fallen asleep. Ura came forward though, and took away the skin she was looking at, making the harper frown.

"Now Ura, I was almost done with that..."

"And you'll go right on to another if I don't stop you now." Ura continued with a stern but kind tone. "Now get up and go for a walk. I know two flitts that are becoming a nuisance to everyone here."

Sighing, Julaine knew that Ira was right. She needed to get out, even if she didn't want to, and with another sigh, she rose, stretching her back and arms before walking past Ura. "Alright Ura, you win. I'll see you tonight."

The older woman smiled and nodded, giving her a little shove out the door. Julaine was immediately attacked by a blue and a bronze, who each took one of her shoulders, loving that she was out and heading for the outside door. Mikhail chattered at her, obviously scolding her for staying inside so long, and Glory nuzzled her cheek, the two thrilled that she reached up and stroked them both, humming as she left the building and began taking a walk. Of course, her friends already knew where they wanted to go, letting her know that there were dragons at the feeding grounds.

Knowing she'd never hear the end of it, Julaine headed off to the Feeding Grounds, her flitts taking off and floating over her head, flying in circles around each other, overjoyed as she was going where they wanted. It wasn't too long of a walk, but her cheeks flushed as she noticed many of the riders there turning to look at her before she caught both her friends and held them with obvious care.

"Alright you miscreants, you can go eat and play with the others, but you ask before you eat."

They chirped before taking off, and the Harper sighed softly, her hands now empty and her arms crossed as she watched them head down to where the dragons were feeding. Julaine recognized several of the dragons on sight, including the lovelty queen Rurith, as well as N'al's brown, Calianth. They were obviously around somewhere, and she spotted them, but kept her distance. She wouldn't interrupt their conversation, even though her sharp Harper's eyes caught many things, like Lana's worry that Rurith was ready to rise, as well as the bruise on her face.

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"Ah Igen..."

She gave a sigh, word from Igen was that it was terrible, worse than Benden. N'al was from a hold bound to Igen if she recalled correctly, and he visited from time to time. The craft-bred rider was a valuable asset to the Weyr and a good man who could be trusted. She was sure that he would be strong in the future chaos that the Red Star was bringing.

They had thought it was gone; they believed their nemesis was defeated. And now it threatened them again. That was before the quakes destroyed everything many turns ago, before the terrible shaking of Pern that leveled Weyrs, holds, and destroyed AIVAS. In the mad rush to rebuild the places that had been home, the people had forgotten their technology, they had forgotten their new discoveries. All that was left was the Pern of old, with seven Weyrs and nearly twenty holds falling to rubble and growing green. She let out a scarcely disguised groan at the new of Igen's dispair.

"I'm sorry to hear that. No weyr should be subjected to this." She narrowed her eyes and set her jaw. "How can they ignore the sacrifices every weyr on Pern has made? How can they be so blind to the Red Star above them? I suppose the Lord Holders are comfortable as usual."

Her voice was cold and angry; it was clear just how she felt about the disintegration of Pern, knowing it was falling at their feet. Her eyes shifted to the winking red orb above here and snapped, showing her hatred for the menace that threatened. She looked down as N'al spoke again, nodding slightly. But she was well aware of how much hope rested on the gold before her, downing a fourth bird as they stood in conversation, and on her as Weyrwoman, and something inside her feared that terrible responisible.

"We are headed for much darker times, N'al. The Red Star is preparing to begin it's pass, and none of us can predict the fall of Thread. I only wish we were more prepared." She sighed heavily. "But the Weyr's will survive; we have riders and dragons, and that has been the salvation of our world for many turns. We will survive." I hope.

The conversation turned to Rurith, and the smile returned to Lana's face, at least briefly.

"She is thriving... still eating as though she is the only dragon in the Weyr." Lana laughed gently. {I am Queen} Rurith's draconian telepathy flooded her mind briefly. "It shouldn't be long at all... until she rises. But Sith will not fly her. I will not permit, T'san's Sith to fly Rurith. I will not..."

{As if he could catch me.}

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N’al nodded solemnly. He, along with the rest of the weyr, was well aware of the animosity between T’san and Lana. Almost everyone sided with the Weyrwoman, and N’al shuddered at the thought of Sith flying Rurith. A blow like that was the very last thing that Benden needed. He turned his eyes to the golden queen who still feeding. So much was riding on her. Only the best and strongest bronze should fly Rurith, and N’al had a sneaking suspicion that any dragon that couldn’t live up to that standard would be quickly left behind by the proud queen.

“Fear not Lana,” N’al addressed the Weyrwoman. “It will take a special dragon indeed to fly Rurith. She is strong beyond belief, and will not be easy catch when the time comes.”

N’al’s attention was diverted when he sensed a familiar stirring in his mind. It seemed that Calianth was awake, and he was hungry. [Are you awake you great lazy beast?] N’al thought affectionately to his dragon. He sensed the brown dragon lumbering to the ledge, and then the rider was able to see the creature as he winged into the air. N’al never got tired of watching his winged companion moving through the skies.

His own mind returned to the Hatching when he had first Impressed Calianth. The memories of the warm sands of the hatching grounds, the eyes of all the people focused on the young Candidates, and the nervous excitement of the young boys and girls all came rushing back to him. Even as a young boy, N’al had never been one to draw much attention to himself, so as the other boys and girls eagerly edge forward towards the hatching eggs, he had stood in the back of the pack. The eggs had cracked open, and the baby dragons had tumbled awkwardly out.

The young Calianth had stumbled directly towards the group. Most of the children were smart enough to move out of the way of the awkward beast, but one boy remained paralyzed as the fearsome baby dragon stumbled towards him. Even now, N’al couldn’t remember what thoughts had flashed through his mind that had spurred him into action, but he leapt at the boy, and knocked him out of the dragon’s path. It was now N’al who stood within the path of Calianth, but the dragon managed to stop inches away from trampling the young boy. The two stood face to face, and it was then that their eternal bond was created.

Calianth flew over the Feeding Grounds, making sure to keep a respectable distance between himself and the queen. {Lazy? Perhaps we should use your wings next time.} N’al chuckled at the dragon’s reply, and watched as a singled out his prey. With phenomenal speed, the dragon swooped down on the beast, and sank his large talons in the creature’s back. He bit down on the beast’s neck, and once it had ceased its struggling, he took his kill to a vacant ledge to eat.

[Where’s Salemel?]

{There.}

[Where?]

{There.}

Suddenly, the little flitt appeared before his eyes. He was chirping in an extremely irritated manner, and he had to mentally soothe the lizard before he could figure out what the problem was. It had seemed that Calianth’s hunger pangs had interrupted Salmel’s nap.

[You woke up Salmel.]

{I was hungry.}

There was no use trying to chastise the dragon. After all, it was his prerogative to wake up whenever he pleased, and it didn’t seem that Salmel was too upset about it, as now he had noticed the presence of two more of his own kind. N’al followed the flight of the little lizard with his eyes, and he spotted Benden’s harper standing off to the side. N’al hadn’t seen the young woman in quite sometime, as it was common for her to isolate herself from the rest of the weyr. He couldn’t blame her, as he too could be considered a bit of a recluse, but he was working hard to integrate himself more into the working of the weyr, and that job was made easier by his position as a wingsecond.

“Good morning Harper Julaine.”
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