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 Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 3:28 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 7:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2006 6:28 pm
Green Rider
The sky glowed blue in the sunlight as clouds, their soft rises and ripples illuminated to pure white, passed lazily by. These were ideal conditions for a less than ideal problem.
On the sky's edge, a dark mass was approaching. As it drew closer, it defined itself into different shapes, flying in regular patterns. Its approach was swift.
Below, verdant forests shift in the wind as far as the eye can see. Their green expanses are full of life—life in peril.
Above, gray clumps and masses were falling, chasing voraciously after the life of the planet. They plunged through the atmosphere. Their meal was almost at hand. The forest canopy loomed close.
A gout of flame incinerated the lead clump. A split second later the entire leading edge of the falling masses was annihilated in streams of fire, the ashes beaten away by massive wings.
The dark shapes from the horizon overtook the gray masses. They are dragonriders, the defenders of Pern.
High among the upper wings, a green dragon swooped and banked with amazing agility, spitting flame while pulling spectacular acrobatics. Upon her back rode Kazra, a young woman barely out of her teenage years.
I need stone.
Alright. Drop to the back of the wing, Kirath.
The green dropped back, counting on the other dragons in the wing to provide cover while Kazra tossed her firestone from the sack attached to her flight straps. A moment later, Kirath shot forward again, diving between larger and slower dragons to eradicate smaller bits of thread. She rose to the front of the wing and Kazra let out a whoop. This was life itself.
Kirath spewed flame and banked sharply, striking and dodging at the same time. Kazra and Kirath loved the upper wings. There was always Thread to attack, no waiting here, and even if you missed some you could move on. The rest of the Weyr was below you to catch it.
Kazra glanced down and laughed. When they were flying, they were above all dragons: blue, brown, bronze, gold--it didn't matter. Even the weyrleaders were below her here.
Bolth says our shift must return now.
"Shards." Kazra cursed out loud, but she was in no way surprised. C'mon, let's go.
Kirath shot down one last clump of thread before disappearing between with the six other greens in their shift.
That evening after the dragons were bathed, gear checked and put away, the wing riders gathered for a post-fall meeting. They were thirty-three in number, wingleader and two wing seconds included.
B'dar, rider of the bronze Bolth, stood at the back of the lower cavern their particular wing kept as a meeting place. It was filled with assorted furniture from through out High Reaches Weyr, most of it broken and waiting to be fixed. The riders pulled out some of the more serviceable benches and chairs for their use. Kazra slid a chair over, turned it around, and straddled it backwards, crossing her arms across the top of the back and resting her chin on them. Once everyone was present and accounted for, B'dar spoke.
"Congratulations, riders. Red Wing flew with no casualties." He smiled, flashing brilliantly white teeth.
This was met with several rowdy cheers which Kazra joined in on. Being in an upper wing where the thread had yet to be thinned out often meant more casualties. It was also why Red Wing had fourteen green riders: they were faster and less likely to get hit. Most wings only had ten. They still had to alternate shifts however. Only seven were ever with the wing at any time. With their high-speed tactics and smaller size, they burned out more quickly.
"The word's in. No threadfall tomorrow--"
More cheers. B'dar chuckled.
"--so celebrate in what ways you will. You've got nothing waiting on you tomorrow. Dismissed!"
There was a clatter as seats were haphazardly returned to their original stored positions and the riders vacated the room.
Kazra sat at a round table in a spare cavern between the weyrs of the third level east wing. To her left was L'tan, one of the eight blue riders in her wing. Around the rest of the table were blue and brown riders of different wings as well as one male green rider. Out of the six, four were from Weyrleader N'toran's White Wing. It was well known throughout High Reaches that there was a certain amount of rivalry between the Red and With Wings since B'dar had challenged N'toran so closely for Weyrleadership when the queen had flown.
On the table were several flasks of wine, unopened. There were also shot glasses and some other liquor that smelled as though it could burn through leather. Kazra smirked. Drinking the hard stuff to get the good stuff.
"What's the game?" She asked J'mes, the White Wing brown rider opposite her.
"A couple rounds of beat should thin the field." He said, a glint in his eye.
"I'm in." The other green rider said and nods of assent went around the table.
"I'll start." Kazra filled her shot glass and put it between her palm-down hands on the table. She started by drumming the table thrice with both her palms, then twice with the right, twice with the left, once right, thrice left, once right, once left, thrice right... It grew more complex with complicated hand crossings, but Kazra did it with practiced ease. At the end she picked up the shot and tipped it back. She smirked and sent a devilish wink at J'mes.
The rider to Kazra's right did the same, finishing with a shot. It progressed around the table until it reached Kazra again. She repeated the beat and downed a shot. It went around three times before someone finally missed a beat. It was a White Wing blue rider. He shoved himself away from the table with an exclamation of disgust.
The next round took three victims, including L'tan. It was just Kazra, J'mes, and two other White Wing riders.
Kazra didn't remember much after that.
Wake up Kazra. You can't sleep forever. You said we'd go flying this morning. It's noon!
"Shut up. You're making my head hurt." Kazra mumbled from under her pillow.
You're hungover. I'm not making your head hurt. You did that yourself.
Kazra tried to recall the previous night's events. The hangover explained her aching head, but not the sore jaw and ribs.
Kirath, what happened?
You got drunk.
I know that! Kazra replied, exasperated. What did I do?
I was sleeping for most of it, but I think you were playing a drinking game.
Did I win?
I don't know. But when I woke up, you were fighting Iranth's rider--
J'mes?!
--Yes, him. I think--
Did I win?!
Kazra!
"Agh!" Kazra exclaimed. Not so loud!
You deserved that. He's a brown rider! I think you're in trouble.
"Ugh," was all Kazra managed, but she was still wondering if she won. After a moment of begrudging silence, Kirath reluctantly spoke.
You won.
Which one?
Both.
Good. Kazra finally dared look out from under her pillow. The inside of her rather small weyr was dim and manageable on her hungover senses. She slowly got up and went to her dresser. She pulled out some clothes and shuffled down the connected passageway to the bathing area.
Kazra was drying off when Kirath spoke again.
Bolth's rider wants to see you in the main hall.
The main hall?
That's what he said.
Alright, I'll be there momentarily.
Kazra finished drying off and got dressed. She then set off to the main hall using the darkest corridors she knew.
When she got there, Kazra, knew why it was in the main hall. Both Weyrleaders were present, along with B'dar, J'mes, and L'tan. To Kazra's unspoken pleasure, J'mes was sporting a rather nasty black eye.
Kazra gave a customary bow to the Weyrleaders and to her Wingleader. It was received only with curt nods of acknowledgement.
"Green rider, yo have been accused of assaulting a higher-ranked rider." Weyrleader N'toran said.
"Aren't they all." Kazra scowled to herself.
"What was that?" The Weyrwoman spoke up sharply.
"I said 'Aren't they all.'" Kazra repeated, louder. B'dar sent her a warning glare.
"For this, I would have you ferrying firestone with the weyrlings for the rest of you life. But your Wingleader spoke on you behalf."
J'mes looked severely annoyed.
"As she informed me of your excellent skill as a rider, I reduced your sentencing to a grounding for the next three falls. However, any other misconduct on your part will not be dealt with so lightly."
"Understood, sir."
"You're dismissed. And you as well." He nodded to L'tan.
Outside of the main hall, Kazra stopped L'tan.
"Whey were you in there?"
"They called me in to tell what happened."
"What happened?"
"You don't remember?"
"No."
"Oh." L'tan scratched his head. "Well, uh, you punched out J'mes."
"I gathered that much. Why'd I do it? I know he's a jerk and all, but..." Kazra shrugged.
"You had won the wine and stuff and he was being all sore about it. He pretty much cussed you out--"
"And then I punched him?"
"No, you whipped around and said 'You're talking to the future Red Wing Wingleader' and ripped him out. It was kind of funny, no offense, seeing a green rider try to pull rank on a brown rider." L'tan chuckled.
"Oh." Kazra frowned. "What happened after that?"
"J'mes pretty much laughed in your face and you punched him out. Nice punch, by the way. You knocked him out."
"How'd I get hit?"
"Oh, the other White Wingers ganged up on you. I pulled you out."
"Thanks."
"No problem. Least I could do after you handed it to J'mes."
"Did I really try to pull rank on him?"
"Yep. Which is ridiculous really. You greens can't even stay out the whole fall. Wingleading is out of the question... No offense." L'tan added the last with a wary glance to Kazra's right hand.
"Yeah... well, I was drunk. See ya." Kazra left to the kitchens to get a bite to eat.
Later that day Kazra pulled out her flying gear and called Kirath in from where she was sunning on the ledge.
What are you doing?
We're going flying.
Oh good. Kirath spread her wings and stood patiently while Kazra put the flying straps on.
All set. Kazra jumped up her usual way and her bruised ribs made her regret it.
You alright?
Yeah. Let's go.
Kirath turned toward the ledge entrance of the weyr and stepped out. She crouched and then leapt skyward, her wings stroking powerfully downward. She propelled herself upward.
Don't burn yourself out.
Why? I've been resting all day.
We're going to be up here until evening.
What?! That's almost as long as--
Threadfall. I know.
Kazra returned at dinnertime exhausted, Kirath doubly so. The green's exertion had drained her rider, not just herself.
Well, Kazra conversed with her dragon as she loaded her dinner plate with food, at least tomorrow's fall will seem like a breeze compared to that.
We're not flying tomorrow. Remember?
Kazra fell silent.
Hmph. And they say we dragons have bad memory.
Kazra brought her plate to the table she shared with several other Red Wing riders, mostly blue and brown.
"I hear you served it to J'mes, Kazra." M'tin grinned over at her from where he was devouring his dinner.
"Yeah, I did."
"Ooo, man, I saw that black eye. Nice hit." H'ter thumped her on the back. "He was absolutely seething. Ah, there he is now."
Kazra's gaze found where H'ter's finger was pointing. The White Wing brown rider was sitting with several of his wingmates, none of them looking too happy. J'mes glanced in their direction and then looked back, glaring. H'ter grinned broadly and waved. M'tin caught on and did the same. J'mes scowled and looked away, leaving H'ter and M'tin to fall into raucous bouts of laughter. Kazra, however, kept eating her meal and keeping her eyes down. She glanced up once and caught the eye of B'dar, and he had still held a glare for her. Apparently he had taken a lot of the flack for what Kazra had done.
"Where's D'ven this fine evening?" asked M'tin, drawing Kazra back to the present conversation.
"Larth caught that green that flew this afternoon." H'ter smirked. "I do believe our friend is enjoying some green hospitality."
M'tin laughed. "Good for him, good for him."
"You know, it's about time Kirath flew. Hasn't yet, has she?" H'ter turned to Kazra.
Kazra shook her head as her mouth was currently occupied with a tough piece of wherry meat.
"Must say the thought frightens me somewhat." L'tan arrived with a plate of food, taking a seat to the right of Kazra. "In bed with you with no sense to run." He grinned. Kazra promptly shoved him off the end of the bench without missing a bite. He landed on the ground and his plate came down on top of his head. H'ter and M'tin again broke into gut-busting laughter.
Kazra finished her food and cleared her plate.
"See ya pre-fall tomorrow." M'tin said.
"I'm not flying tomorrow."
"Oh, right. Sorry 'bout that, then."
Kazra returned to her weyr. Under her bunk were the spoils of the night before: some Istan red, a single bottle of Benden White, and a nice blue scarf that Kazra had coveted and persuaded its owner into betting.
Kazra's eyes lingered on the bottles of wine. She wouldn't mind a glass or two, especially tonight. She shook herself, knowing that it would be stupid to get drunk again. She'd just be hungover in the morning. She stripped down to her undergarments and prepared to go to bed.
Well, one little bit couldn't hurt. She wasn't feeling that great after all...
One little bit turned into an entire flask of Istan red.
Kazra lay sobbing on her bed, curled up in a ball.
What's the matter? Kirath asked softly. She preferred not to speak to her rider when she was drunk, but Kazra hadn't had an inebriated breakdown like this for a while.
"Everything!" Kazra moaned. "I can't fly tomorrow all because I punched stupid J'mes. He gets to fly though! The other two riders do! I getting stuck with the bloody shardin' blame 'cause I'm a green rider! Stupid stupid stupid browns! Stupid bronzes! Stupid queens!"
Kazra...
"Why couldn't you have been a gold? I should have Impressed that queen, not her. Not stupid her..."
But I chose you, Kazra.
"Bloody thanks for that! Would have been better if you hadn't. Wouldn't be the freakin' fodder of the weyr."
Kirath withdrew, hurt.
"All I ever wanted was to be a wingleader, but because you're green I can't do that. It's just so--Argh!" Kazra screamed her frustration into her pillow and continued sobbing. Kirath blocked her out and fell into a troubled sleep. She didn't like dealing with Kazra when she was drunk.
The next morning, Kazra woke up hungover again. She could hear the sounds of the weyr preparing for fall: the queens roaring everyone awake, weyrlings running by in the passageway on their way to chores, the yells of Wingleaders out in the bowl making sure their riders were present.
A weyrling tentatively entered Kazra's room. Kazra looked at him from where she lay tangled in the sheets. He didn't meet her gaze.
"Wingleader B'dar says that you are required in the lower caverns." He rushed out in one breath.
"Anything else?" Kazra growled.
"No." The weyrling eyed her nervously.
"Then get out!"
The boy bolted out of the weyr, leaving Kazra to get dressed. She recalled vaguely what she had said to Kirath the night before.
I'm sorry Kirath.
There was only silence from the green.
Kazra shook her head and sighed, wondering how long her dragon would give her the cold shoulder. She gave her hair a perfunctory brushing and tied it back before heading down to the lower caverns.
After talking briefly with the Headwoman, Kazra was assigned to help prepare the numbweed. She was on her way there when she was almost run over by a weyrling with a flamethrower. The girl didn't even bother an "excuse me" or a "sorry." She just scampered on her way out to the bowl. Kazra watched her run out to the queen rider awaiting it. Her eyes narrowed. It was the Weyrwoman.
Kazra felt a cold draft from the outside and kept walking. She easily located the cavern they were preparing numbweed in by the scent. She was placed with one of the large cauldrons and instructed to stir it continuously. It might have been cold outside, but it was unbelievably hot standing over the steaming and stinking solution. Kazra was soon sweating. She heard distantly the sound of a hundred dragons taking off and then the sudden silence as the sound of their wing beats ceased and they wentbetween.
Kazra was eventually assigned another pot as the contents of the first one were brought off to be used. The time passed quickly and the bustle in the cavern increased. A little more than halfway through the fall, a healer from one of the teams came in and grabbed Kazra to bring out some numbweed to a dragon in the bowl. Kazra dutifully grabbed a bucket of the stuff and ran out after the healer, the cold air biting through her thin tunic and chilling the sweat on her skin.
"Here, here!" The healer beckoned her to the dragon, a queen no less. The gold's left wing leading edge had been badly scored, straight through the thin flight skin and muscle and nearly to the bone. There were a few less severe scores along the surface of her wing, suggesting that the thread had hit the leading edge and bent around it, the ends whipping along above and below the wing. Kazra shivered as she held the numbweed for the healer. He applied it generously and began removing the dead tissue from the muscle. The dragon groaned softly.
"It's alright, dear," said a soft voice Kazra would recognize anywhere. It was the Weyrwoman again. She stood by her dragon's nose, gently stroking it and scratching behind the eye ridges in an effort to comfort. She looked up to see how the healer was doing with the wing and saw Kazra. She gave her a slight nod of acknowledgement and then turned back to her dragon. Kazra just scowled.
"We need more numbweed." The healer turned to Kazra.
"I've got it." She turned and ran back to the lower caverns to get more.
After fall that day Kazra took a nice warm bath. She had been in and out of the lower caverns, working up a sweat and then freezing it when she was summoned outside. There hadn't been time to get a jacket or her newly acquired scarf. She sat thawing and cleaning in the warm water. Outside it had begun to snow, something not uncommon at the raised elevation of High Reaches.
After a long time, Kazra brought herself to get out of the warm oasis of the bath. She dried off and dressed in thick leggings and a plain tunic, wrapping the blue scarf around her neck for extra warmth.
Kazra walked back to her weyr and went to see Kirath. She still had to make things up with the dragon. She found Kirath's stone couch strangely empty. Usually the green preferred to curl up in the relative warmth of the weyr on cold days like this.
Kazra stepped out onto the ledge, the snow falling coldly upon her with her back to the warm weyr interior. She reached out mentally for Kirath.
Kazra gasped as she fell into the maelstrom of Kirath's mind. It flashed with violent orange, red, and yellow colors. She was below, in the bowl. Kazra saw the smudge of green in the whiteness, saw the smudges of blue, brown, and bronze circling at safe distance.
"No." She uttered once, softly, and then bolted for the stairs, jumping down most of them and sprinting along them until she reached an exit out into the bowl. She nearly ran into all the male riders clumped together outside, watching the green along with their dragons. They turned and looked at Kazra, not really seeing her but seeing her as their dragons saw Kirath.
Kirath leapt into the air and flew to the herdbeasts, immediately striking a large one down. She tore it open.
Blood it! Blood it only! Kazra cried out instinctively. Kirath turned and hissed, threatening to disobey, but when she turned back she drank.
Kazra waited in terror of her green's finishing. It came all too soon. Kirath leapt in the air, rocketing upward. She pulled Kazra along with her. Kazra saw the white skies, the white snow, and the dark males trailing behind. She felt the mixture of her fear, Kirath's anger, and the lust burning through her blood, fueling her onward.
Kirath broke through the low cloud cover. There was an eerie silence above, and there were only a few drifting flurries. The dying sun could be seen in the west, bleeding into the sky and staining it red.
The pursuing males rose through the cloud cover. Kirath dove. She descended back into the storm of white below, banking, swerving. She looked behind her. The males were nowhere to be seen. She hissed with pleasure and propelled herself forward again.
Suddenly, a streak of brown erupted out of the whiteness, too close for Kirath to react. With an enraged scream, she was caught by the male.
Far below, his rider took Kazra.
From her weyr ledge, the Weyrwoman watched the flight, seeing only the smudges of color in the storm.
You worry. Her dragon spoke.
Yes. She replied, and then cringed as she heard Kirath's scream. It is... violent.
So are all other flights.
You speak so lightly. Kirath is your sister.
Such ties have no meaning to dragons. It is time she flew and was caught. She is a rebellious dragon. She does not seem to know her place as a green. Her rider is worse.
Do not speak of her rider, Erith. The Weyrwoman said and the queen fell silent. She continued watching from the ledge until the flight's very end.
After Kirath's flight, they spoke of how another rider had to step in to prevent harm from coming to the brown rider. They spoke of the few bruises he had sustained. They spoke of the shallow scratches on his face.
They did not speak of how Kazra could not walk for days. They did not speak of how she could not ride for longer. They did not speak of how she could not fly. They did not speak of how she drank.
It was three sevendays before Kazra was up in the air again. She flew Thread with her wing for her shift and she returned. It was busy enough within the weyr that no one noticed that she was around so little. She was always in a foul mood for Threadfall, wing meetings, or anything else official. That's what sober meant these days: a bad mood.
High Reaches had just heard news of the hatching at Telgar. After the tragedy that had taken place, the relief was even felt in the other Weyrs who had sent support riders after that fateful day.
This particular day after fall and the post-fall wing meeting, Kazra went down to the lake to bathe Kirath. The green stepped automatically into the water and waited with a vague patience as her rider scrubbed the smell of firestone from her hide. The green then rinsed and stepped out onto the sands to dry off. She looked up at the gray skies.
It is cold and there is no sun. She said.
Fly me up to the weyr. I'll dry you there. Kazra replied.
Once up in her weyr, Kazra found a towel and dried her dragon by hand. She departed Kirath's presence in silence. The green did not ask where she was going. Most riders would be either enjoying steaming baths or be by the community fireplaces throughout the weyr on a chill day like this, but Kirath knew this was not the case. The green curled up on her stone couch and blocked her rider out.
Kazra reached for the drawer in her dresser where she kept her secrets, buried under crumpled undergarments and worn out tunics. Her fingers only stopped trembling as she grasped the handle.
There was a knock at the entrance.
Kazra snapped up, her eyes wide, her hand withdrawn. She looked to the weyr entrance. It was B'dar.
"I hope I haven't disturbed anything." He said, his eyes flicking to the lower drawer.
"No, you just startled me, sir." Kazra smiled. "I was about to head for a bath."
"You're not fooling anyone, Kazra."
"Fooling, sir?"
"Don't even try your act. It's gone on long enough. You need to sober up for more than Threadfall."
"What do you know of it?" Kazra snarled so suddenly B'dar flinched, but her attitude turned back just as quickly. "I'm sorry sir. Tired from Threadfall."
"Kazra, stop acting and speak straight to me."
"I'm not acting, sir."
"Fine then. Just listen. You don't seem to know it, but you're failing the wing. You don't fly as well anymore. Your reactions, they're slower. You and Kirath barely work as a team anymore. You have to stop drinking or you can't be in my wing anymore. You can't fly thread anymore."
"You don't know what you're talking about!" Kazra snapped. "I fly fine, as fine as I ever did! What, did the other riders put you up to this? Intimidated by me?" She laughed sharply, bitterly.
B'dar looked at the rider before him with great sadness. She was imploding in on herself and didn't even know it. "Please Kazra, listen to me--"
"GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY WEYR!"
B'dar gave her one last look and turned his back on her. If he could not get through to her, perhaps there was one person left who could.
Weyrleader N'toran returned to the weyr he shared with his weyrmate and found that she was not there, though Erith was comfortably curled up with Gatreth on their stone couch. The bronze had already picked up on his questioning thoughts.
Erith says she went to see a rider about something.
N'toran sighed. Never trust dragons to bother with details. What rider?
That Red Wing green rider.
N'toran knew only one Red Wing green rider that his weyrmate would possibly visit. He ran out of the weyr.
Kazra was already drunk when she arrived. She looked up from her disconsolate seat on the edge of her bunk.
"What do you want?"
"I just want to talk with you Kazra."
"Talk is cheap, Nazra."
"Please, I have asked that you not call me that anymore."
"What? Is m'lady too good for that? Can't let it be known she's got a lowly green rider sister?"
"No Kazra, never--"
"Of course, you've always had it better. Good luck doesn't associate with bad luck. Impressing that bloody gold. That made mum and dad happy, didn't it?" Kazra swigged back more from the flask in her hand.
"Please, stop doing that just for a moment..." Nazra laid a hand on her younger sister's arm, but Kazra slapped it away.
"Don't touch me."
Nazra withdrew, unsure what to do.
"How'd that visit go with mum and dad go last week? I know they were here. Came to visit their little Weyrwoman. Bet they didn't ask about their other daughter."
"You were drunk."
"I was sober enough to know they were there."
"It wouldn't have helped for you to meet them in that condition."
"First you control the weyr, now you control when I get to see my parents?!" Kazra stood suddenly, causing her older sister to step back warily.
"Kazra, please listen to me. I know--"
"No, you listen! I'm sick of you trying to control me, trying to suppress me!" Kazra staggered forward. "Like I'm some piece of dirt to be brushed under the rug!"
"Kazra, please!" Nazra edged against the wall.
"Shut up!" Kazra grabbed her sister and shook her. "You're a liar, a liar--"
N'toran exploded into the weyr, ripping Kazra away from the Weyrwoman. He pinned her on the floor, twisting her arm behind her. Kazra screamed in pain and rage, trying to fight but unable to.
"I HATE YOU! I HATE--"
N'toran grabbed Kazra's hair and hit her head against the floor. She went limp. He then looked to his weyrmate.
"Nazra, are you alright?"
She was crying, looking at Kazra broken and now bleeding on the floor. N'toran stood and took her into his arms, whispering words of comfort to her. The dragons roared outside and Kirath whined softly as the queens and bronzes assaulted her with demands for information and explanation.
Several riders had heard the commotion and arrived at the weyr entrance. N'toran gestured to where Kazra lay.
"Tied her and take her to the lower caverns. I want her guarded, constantly."
The riders took Kazra from the room.
In the middle of the night, B'dar came down to Kazra was held. She was awake now.
"I have spoken with the weyrleaders."
"I can never thank you enough for speaking for me ag--"
"I didn't speak for you Kazra. You have cost me my rank and my good name. As far as I'm concerned, the Weyrleaders can do what they want with you."
B'dar left.
The next morning found Kazra in the center of the main hall, hands bound behind her back. Kirath lay in her weyr, the entrance guarded by two bronzes.
The benches and tables had been pushed aside. Alone, Kazra faced all the queen riders and the wingleaders of High Reaches. B'dar was not present.
Weyrleader N'toran stood slightly forward from his grim-faced peers.
"Green rider, your sentence has been reached. It was only because of the mercy of my weyrmate that you do not face exile."--N'toran's eyes flashed with frustration as he said this--"You will be removed to Telgar Weyr. You will serve in their lowest ranking wing if the Weyrleaders see it fit. If not, you will never fly again." The Weyrleader said the last with grim satisfaction. Another bronze rider stepped forward.
"You have one last chance to say anything in your defense."
Kazra's eyes, which had been fixed on the stone floor until now, looked up with burning fury.
"I am not 'green rider.' I am Kazra. You will remember the name."
N'toran's upper lip curled in disgust. "Remove her."
Kazra was escorted from the hall.And so Kazra comes to Telgar.
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 9:07 am
For some reason I felt like posting this but first i'll give a little explination it is a rather dark poem.
The reason I wrote this poem was simple it was a recuring nightmare of me and everynight I woke up lying trembeling with fear and lying in my own sweat. This was the second time in a year this had happend each time about the same thing (first time I also wrote a poem slightly different then this one) since before it had gone away after I had written the poem I tried it again. You will find about what I dreamt in the last sentence
It was also one of the last poems I wrote because since I'm with my boyfriend (almost two years now) I have not been able to write but I think it is because I'm to happy I think I have to be depressed to write.
*really wants to write again, wants to finish her story*
Anyways on to the poem
for those who want to read more most of my poems are in my journal
Is this a dream?
Through darkness and fire
Falling deeper into the cold
Down to the court wrapped in stone
Where spiders rule
None around but the spiders
Looking down on me
From their cobweb thrones
A growing cry in the distance
My faith awaits
My soul gets judged
Is this real
Or just a dream?
It pierces the soul
Like a thundering storm
A child I see
Like a withering rose
Her lifeforce gone
Slowly draining
I hold her close
This dying rose
My faith awaits
My soul gets judged
Is this real
Or just an evil trick?
My future unwrapped
She is my child
I fear her dead
I am her doom
Is this real
Or just a dream?
An evil trick
Bend to destroy my mind
Is this real
Or just a dream?
Is this my future
To bare a child
And see her die?
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 7:03 am
Silver Rain~~~~~*
Not a Poem. Not some Lyrics. Just a Statement and a Truth behind piteous lies and deceit. The end comes near and yet my heart has not been freed. Trapped beneath the ice of my soul it waits for the other.
The Yang for Ying. The Good for Bad. The Dark for Light. Opposites attract they said. Well death claims all no matter who they has been. On the tempests wings i wait in bitter coldness. The Heart fails.
Heaven is not there for pleasure. Hell is not there for pain. The philosophy remains the same. The World that surrounds us, nurtures us, teaches us and takes from us does nothing to explain to feeble minds.
Gratitude is a joke. Envy is a Fraud. Joy haunts the moon in sightless dreams of solitude. Unnerving isn't it when your world comes crashing down in endless torrents of Silver Rain~~~~~*
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 7:54 am
Well, since Mekaama said it's alright, tell me what you think everyone. This sucker took me three days, and one sleepless night to finish. I was twitching by the time I was done lol  IT gorgeous
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 11:09 am
Here's Part I of K'dex's story. I think it's going to end up being three parts so that I don't stretch the page too much. Let me know what you think. heart
Along the Ista Shoreline, Early Afternoon, 257AL
The great brown dragon back-winged to land on the sandy beach. He informed his rider he wanted to swim and rid himself of the stench of firestone. K’dex laughed and gave the beast an affectionate slap on the shoulder before sliding from the dragon’s back. He landed neatly on his feet, sending up a puff of sandy dust, which was quickly lost in the buffets of the stuff kicked up by Starrith’s none too neat of a leap. With a draconic croon, the brown splashed into the water, sending waves riding up the shore nearly to where his soot-smeared rider stood. Still laughing as he strode up the beach, the brown rider pulled off his helmet, letting his long auburn plait free from the sweaty confines. He saw his Wingleader already talking with the ground crew chief, and he casually came up to the group.
“Well-flown, bronze rider, well-flown indeed. I don’t think we had to use the flamethrowers more’n three times.” the chief was saying to T’mar. K’dex recognized the man as one of the Major Holders under Ista’s Lord Zaigard. There was a young man next to him that was easily identified by his facial resemblance to the Holder as his son. He had a shy look to him, and K’dex couldn’t help but feel a flutter in his chest. Small-boned and with such youthful features that it made it difficult to guess his age, the brown rider couldn’t keep his eyes from the lad. Fortunately, the Holder didn’t notice, though the Wingleader did, and gave him a discreet, if none-too-gentle nudge with his elbow.
T’mar says to keep your eyes in your head. came the unmistakable voice of T’mar’s bronze Jaffith.
K’dex had to smother a sudden chuckle with a cough, earning him a stern glare from his Wingleader, and curious glances from the Holder and his son.
“Sorry about that, I guess I inhaled too much smoke.” he said, shrugging it off. The Holder chuckled a bit himself, though his son wasn’t looking away from the brown rider. K’dex couldn’t help but notice the way his pretty blue eyes were traveling along the lithe form, outlined in the wher-hide riding gear. He wondered if T’mar saw it as well.
Not too long later, Wingleader and Wingsecond made their way back to their dragons, who by this time had finished their swim and were sunning on the beach. T’mar nudged K’dex again, this time more playfully than the first time.
“I’m sure there are plenty of mates in the Weyr to keep you satisfied, K’dex. I hear Maffid wouldn’t appreciate you taking too intimate an interest in Masrill.”
K’dex shrugged and laughed, giving his Wingleader a friendly clout on the shoulder.
“You worry too much, T’mar. Who could argue with a dragonrider taking interest in him?”
“A male dragonrider. Keep in mind some of the customs in the holds are different.”
“I know that. I’m not Weyrbred, you know.”
“Right, I know I know. Harperhall. You’ve made it plain enough at Gathers and Hatching Feasts.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I would think you’re jealous, T’mar. Just because lads and ladies alike fancy me doesn’t mean you should be bitter about it.” he said, throwing an arm around the taller man’s shoulders.
“You mean you fancy lads and ladies alike. So you’re a good dancer and you know how to handle a dagger in a duel.” T’mar couldn’t quite disguise the edge to his tone, though he didn’t remove his wingsecond’s arm from his shoulder.
“Eggshells, man, you can’t still be upset about losing that match, can you?” K’dex said, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “Had I known you’d stay sore about it so long, I would’ve let you win!”
T’mar snorted, as he mounted his bronze.
“Just keep in mind what I told you about Maffid.” he said warningly.
K’dex laughed him off and climbed aboard Starrith’s back.
“You worry too much, friend.” he said as he pumped his arm in the signal to ascend. T’mar’s rejoinder was lost in the whoosh of air as the pair lifted from the ground and blinked out.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 6:17 am
My weak attempt on a firelizard poem
Firelizard's Dream
From Ista’s beaches
To Southern’s coves
Each place I’ll search
No Matter the turns
My heart soared high
My eyes caught sight
The day was here
The moment of dreams
The Queen all wild
She flew real proud
A humming sound
It caught my ear
Then more appeared
To join their Queen
Admits their joy
And Welcoming cries
Before my eyes
Upon the sand
He proudly stood
My little brown
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 5:28 pm
Though the childhood years are gone away and man hood is here to stay
Promise not to forget me or how to laugh and play.
Promise to remember me and our friendly days.
Promise me that you will turn around everyday wondering where I am
Promise me that you will care to listen and try to understand
Promises are fickle things for it takes honor to see them through
Yes promises are fickle things but they are something I know that you can do
Listen softly on a clear night and think of your friends
You will hear our happy laughter sounding as if it would never end
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 5:22 am
Just a drawing I'm working on of A'driel's little brother Peru and his Runnerbeast. :3 If anyone's interested in coloring it, just send me a PM with your e-mail, or add me to MSN, AIM or YIM and I'll get you the full sized file. <3 When I personlly get around to getting it colored, I'll probably replace this with the colored version to show you all. (and yes, I am terrible at drawing hands. xD)
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 6:29 pm
Mekaama not so good with hands either sweatdrop *points* 
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 6:32 pm
Ahwww!! D: It's still a very pretty piece!! Yey for Vinny!! X3 <3 -huge FFVII fan- Ack, I worked on the picture, I think I'ma replace it with the editted piece in a moment. XD; HERE I GO!! WATCH ME GO!! -zoom- It still sucks, but I personally think it'll look better. lol. And again, that's a really good piece. X3 I love it!!
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 6:48 pm
It does look better. Yay for improvements!
Well, I must retire. Talk later!
(And I've only seen Advent Children because my friend had me watch it. Pretty awesome. 3nodding )
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Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 3:29 pm
Advent Children rocked my socks. XD You should have heard me squeal when Reno and Sephy came on. XD;; -huge fangirl of the two- <3
OH AND LOOKY HERE!! IT'S THE TROUBLE MAKING WEYRBRAT AND HIS NEW PARTNER IN CRIME!! -grooves- XD;; I have too much inspiration with Pern stoof. I swear. F'riae and Moth. <3
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