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Be careful what you wish for...
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The wery really does try to take care of its own. They don't always succeed but they at least try.
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I think we get this question answered at least
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J’shon stood in the bowl of Igen Weyr, wearing his best Gather clothes, and frowned at the riders around him. They were all just too damn young. Nearly half of them hadn’t begun this Pass, most of those hadn’t even been alive when Thread poured down on Pern in merciless wave after wave. They are dragonriders, dear heart. Liliath’s voice was the same as ever, even if her muzzle was more white than green these days. Her hide still shined with health, a dark forest green spotted here and there
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“Aren’t those firestone sacks on your dragon?” The Journeyman Smith asked with a half-fearful look. J’shon was standing in the entrance of the Mastersmith Hall, and Liliath was winging her way to the fireheights to wait for him to finish his business there. “Yes, they are.” J’shon confirmed with a confident smile. “Oh, uh, expecting trouble?” The short smith asked. He had short-cropped brown hair and was very stocky in build with massive, muscular arms. J’shon thought he was handsome, in a
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“Maybe I should move out.” B’rrel said sourly as J’shon stood on the ledge looking out over the weyr. Liliath was down at the lake, sleeping next to Ojeth, who was also asleep. As soon as their riders had started arguing again, both dragons had flown down to the lake. Neither dragon understood why their riders were so upset at each other, and had taken to leaving the weyr whenever J’shon and B’rrel argued. It was one of the few clear mornings they had experienced during this most difficult
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Gorenth says we are to bring your father to Fort Weyr. Liliath told J’shon as Pern’s sun sat behind the western seas. They, along with riders from every Weyr on Pern had strung out in a North/South search pattern to the East of Fort, trying to see if they had missed the First Fall of Thread that had been expected.Each Weyr is to redouble their sweepriding in case Thread has fallen elsewehere.No sign of Thread has been reported.Why is that? Will Thread not come?We are to fight it, but how do w
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I think he is...
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Whatever happens he'll always have Liliath!
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Start with the Dragonriders of Pern trilogy. It was first written and a great introduction.
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“Go see what your father wants.” H’mal ordered J’shon fifteen days after most of Pern had traveled to their closest Weyr and seen the Red Star bracketed in the Dragon’s Eye. The Weyrs were all busier than they had been before that day, and the long hours were beginning to show on the Weyrleader. He’d spent most of the last day at a meeting in Fort Weyr, the oldest of Pern’s Weyrs. Traditionally that was the meeting place of the Weyrleaders and Weyrwomen to discuss business that affected all t
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“Wake up, green rider.” The familiar male voice whispered into his ear, and J’shon’s eyes opened with surprise. He jerked upright in bed and turned to stare at the rider’s chest he had been using as a pillow. D’kov was a handsome man, he’d always thought, and the tight, firm belly and hairy chest only confirmed that. Old habits tried to get him to ignore the thoughts of another man as attractive, but as surely as Liliath’s flight had shattered his disgust at the act of mating with another man
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The day after the flight to Bitra and Ruatha, J’shon found himself restricted to the Weyr and teaching a group of the Weyr’s children.With the influx of new people to the Weyr, including new guards for the tunnel entrance, more kitchen workers, and skilled craftsmen that were needed to relieve the dragon riders of various tasks they performed during interval but would not have time to perform during Threadfall, the number of children in the Weyr had grown tremendously.Harper Warnel now had four
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“I never thought I’d see dragons actually digging!” Serece commented as those who had been working most of the morning enjoyed a picnic lunch on the ramp that led up to the great double-doors of Whitestone Hold. The doors were nearly a dragonlength wide, and large enough for Pinath to enter, as long as she lowered her head a little. From their morning work, it was clear the size of the doors made it possible to bring in herdbeasts and runners for shelter during Threadfall. Large pens and corr
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Goreth comes, but it will be many minutes before they arrive! Liliath informed J’shon while she turned as tight as their speed allowed. They were high up and in front of the racing herd of runners. From here he could tell that there were two bandits, one on each side urging the frightened runners forward and one in the rear probably using a whip on any stragglers. His rider is unhappy, but approves of our plan. He says to be ready for danger, though. Why would we be in danger, we are dragon
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Putting trust in green riders is always a tenuous prospect...
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On Pern there is always something happening...
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N'Sor better hope his dragon doesn't backfire while chewing firestone the way his plans happen to backfire.
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Why be so limited? J'shon, B'rell and K'mer forever!
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It's raining shoes!
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We are reposting stories, getting all of the Book 1's or stand alone stories (like Riders) out before going back and start posting book 2 of the different series. This story is completely stand-alone and with the epilogue puts the words "The End" Stamped there firmly and without a doubt. Now if you can read it without crying, you're doing better than me. I bawl my head off every time I read it and I wrote the damn thing
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Pern has been an escape for so many of us - and writing in Pern has been an escape all of its own.
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I manage to go through several of the books each time I reread this story.
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We won't wait too long. This story is more akin to Moreta's Last Ride than most of the other Pern books, so fair warning. It's also my answer to those that only seem to fixate on the metal colors and their riders. Blue and green riders make occasional appearances as minor characters, but I wanted to explore weyr life from the perspective of the lower orders - the every day green and blue riders who make the majority of every wery.
