Post by icefire on Jan 10, 2009 10:02:05 GMT -7
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Fog swirled in the predawn gloom, stirred by restless, unseen spirits. A silhouette moved in the coiling mists, solemn and graceful.
This is the right thing, Mine?
I hope so, Feliceth, dear. The rider looked up at her dragon fondly. At least she will be safe from the North. Unlike us, she will have the opportunity to fly free.
Feliceth craned her slender neck around and gazed at the crate strapped to her back. The top of a gleaming gold-dusted egg winked from its bed of warm sand. We cannot go back now, my Nalsa. We are traitors to our Weyr.
Then we are heroes, Nalsa replied, placing a hand on Feliceth's gold hide as a fit of coughing came over her. But we both know we had no plan to return.
Feliceth growled lowly, her eyes showing her worry. Time was short...and their mission was essential. A soft lowing cut through the gloom and into her thoughts; the herdbeasts they had brought ahead of them in preparation for this last trip were well. The burnt-gold huffed in relief at that good fortune. Too much was at stake -- nothing could go wrong, or else Nalsa's sacrifice would be in vain.
Glows shone ahead, marking the entrance to the Sands of this long-abandoned Weyr. Nalsa and Feliceth paused outside, looking in. Both knew that they could not turn back, that events were already out of their control.
"All we can do is hope," Nalsa said aloud before striding into the Sands. Her queen followed, gazing around before choosing a suitable spot. She dug a shallow wallow and crouched down so Hers could lift the precious egg -- the promise of freedom -- from its crate to its new resting place. When the egg was settled, Feliceth pushed the scorching sand around it like a blanket, leaving just the top exposed. Nalsa stooped over and pressed her lips to the shell.
"Yours will come," she whispered. Then she turned to Feliceth and climbed onto her back wearily.
Carry me between my last friend.
Between and beyond, Feliceth answered.
Sadness settled on the pair as they left the Sands and its treasure behind, taking to the skies. The first rays of the morning sun hit the burnt-gold, flashing off her hide at the moment she and Hers disappeared between, never to return.
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The girl laughed, darting through the grass with the grace of a race-runner. "Come on, T'lal," she called. "I'll bet you can't catch me!"
The bronzerider glanced over at her and she saw him smile -- the same one that had convinced her to trust him.
"I can catch anyone, Elsey," T'lal countered, sauntering through the greenery with a slow swagger.
"Not at that pace," Elsey scoffed, turning away. She stopped suddenly as a heavy sensation pulsed through her stomach. T'lal came up behind her and circled his arms around her.
"See-"
"Did you feel that?"
"Feel what?"
Elsey shook her head, pulling herself away from the rider. "I'm not sure. It felt like something was calling me."
I felt it too. T'lal's dragon raised his head and both of the humans looked over at him.
Could you take us to it, Latath? Elsey asked the bronze, marveling for the millionth time at her ability to speak with him. Latath looked out to the horizon, and then back to His and His's mate.
Yes.
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The bronze winked out of between high above a dismal-looking crater. As he circled towards the ground, Elsey looked down.
"Is this a Weyr?" she asked T'lal, wrapping her arms around his torso tightly.
"It used to be, but it was abandoned...Turns ago."
"Why?"
T'lal shrugged, falling silent as Latath landed. He slipped off the bronze's back and helped Elsey down. "I feel it really strong here," she said, twining her fingers with T'lal's.
"Els, I don't think we should be here," T'lal said, eyes darting wildly.
"Of course we should," Elsey assured, walking forward, pulling T'lal along with her. Latath followed a dragon-length behind, surveying the overgrown Weyr carefully.
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Elsey led the bronze pair to the Hatching Sands, blindly following instinct. Hesitation filled the three of them as they gazed into the depths of the cavern. None wanted to be the first to step onto the ground within.
Something is here, but nothing should be, Latath informed, passing by T'lal and Elsey, vanishing into the darkness.
Come! he called presently. You must see!
It was T'lal who entered first, cautiously joining his dragon, shocked by what he saw. He called to Elsey, who ran in, stopping short a few feet from the object that had fascinated Latath and T'lal's attention.
"An egg?" she breathed.
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The gleaming egg sat proudly before its discoverers, the dim light twinkling off its half-buried shell. As its viewers drew closer, it shuddered, causing a deep hum to sound in Latath's throat.
A splintering crack filled the Sands as the hatchling escaped from her shell, tumbling across the ground. She staggered to her feet, shook the particles from her pale gold hide, and fixed her eyes on Elsey's. The facets whirled the rainbow myriad of Impression.
Els'Mine, could you please feed your Mazzith?
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Els stood on the ledge of her weyr, gazing down into the Bowl happily. A smile played on her face as T'lal came up behind her, circling his hands around her waist.
"Not quite what we were lookin' for, is it?" he asked her, watching as a dragon swooped overhead.
"No...not at all," she replied, looking up at him. Mazzith and Latath emerged from the weyr, standing tall behind their bondeds. "But I'm so glad we found it."
I am glad you found me, Mazzith said, echoed by Latath's clarion bugle welcoming the morning.
Even the sun has heard our promise, the bronze proclaimed.
"To Pern..."
"To the future..."
To freedom...
To Els Weyr!
z13.invisionfree.com/ElsWeyr
Fog swirled in the predawn gloom, stirred by restless, unseen spirits. A silhouette moved in the coiling mists, solemn and graceful.
This is the right thing, Mine?
I hope so, Feliceth, dear. The rider looked up at her dragon fondly. At least she will be safe from the North. Unlike us, she will have the opportunity to fly free.
Feliceth craned her slender neck around and gazed at the crate strapped to her back. The top of a gleaming gold-dusted egg winked from its bed of warm sand. We cannot go back now, my Nalsa. We are traitors to our Weyr.
Then we are heroes, Nalsa replied, placing a hand on Feliceth's gold hide as a fit of coughing came over her. But we both know we had no plan to return.
Feliceth growled lowly, her eyes showing her worry. Time was short...and their mission was essential. A soft lowing cut through the gloom and into her thoughts; the herdbeasts they had brought ahead of them in preparation for this last trip were well. The burnt-gold huffed in relief at that good fortune. Too much was at stake -- nothing could go wrong, or else Nalsa's sacrifice would be in vain.
Glows shone ahead, marking the entrance to the Sands of this long-abandoned Weyr. Nalsa and Feliceth paused outside, looking in. Both knew that they could not turn back, that events were already out of their control.
"All we can do is hope," Nalsa said aloud before striding into the Sands. Her queen followed, gazing around before choosing a suitable spot. She dug a shallow wallow and crouched down so Hers could lift the precious egg -- the promise of freedom -- from its crate to its new resting place. When the egg was settled, Feliceth pushed the scorching sand around it like a blanket, leaving just the top exposed. Nalsa stooped over and pressed her lips to the shell.
"Yours will come," she whispered. Then she turned to Feliceth and climbed onto her back wearily.
Carry me between my last friend.
Between and beyond, Feliceth answered.
Sadness settled on the pair as they left the Sands and its treasure behind, taking to the skies. The first rays of the morning sun hit the burnt-gold, flashing off her hide at the moment she and Hers disappeared between, never to return.
---------------------
The girl laughed, darting through the grass with the grace of a race-runner. "Come on, T'lal," she called. "I'll bet you can't catch me!"
The bronzerider glanced over at her and she saw him smile -- the same one that had convinced her to trust him.
"I can catch anyone, Elsey," T'lal countered, sauntering through the greenery with a slow swagger.
"Not at that pace," Elsey scoffed, turning away. She stopped suddenly as a heavy sensation pulsed through her stomach. T'lal came up behind her and circled his arms around her.
"See-"
"Did you feel that?"
"Feel what?"
Elsey shook her head, pulling herself away from the rider. "I'm not sure. It felt like something was calling me."
I felt it too. T'lal's dragon raised his head and both of the humans looked over at him.
Could you take us to it, Latath? Elsey asked the bronze, marveling for the millionth time at her ability to speak with him. Latath looked out to the horizon, and then back to His and His's mate.
Yes.
---------------------
The bronze winked out of between high above a dismal-looking crater. As he circled towards the ground, Elsey looked down.
"Is this a Weyr?" she asked T'lal, wrapping her arms around his torso tightly.
"It used to be, but it was abandoned...Turns ago."
"Why?"
T'lal shrugged, falling silent as Latath landed. He slipped off the bronze's back and helped Elsey down. "I feel it really strong here," she said, twining her fingers with T'lal's.
"Els, I don't think we should be here," T'lal said, eyes darting wildly.
"Of course we should," Elsey assured, walking forward, pulling T'lal along with her. Latath followed a dragon-length behind, surveying the overgrown Weyr carefully.
---------------------
Elsey led the bronze pair to the Hatching Sands, blindly following instinct. Hesitation filled the three of them as they gazed into the depths of the cavern. None wanted to be the first to step onto the ground within.
Something is here, but nothing should be, Latath informed, passing by T'lal and Elsey, vanishing into the darkness.
Come! he called presently. You must see!
It was T'lal who entered first, cautiously joining his dragon, shocked by what he saw. He called to Elsey, who ran in, stopping short a few feet from the object that had fascinated Latath and T'lal's attention.
"An egg?" she breathed.
---------------------
The gleaming egg sat proudly before its discoverers, the dim light twinkling off its half-buried shell. As its viewers drew closer, it shuddered, causing a deep hum to sound in Latath's throat.
A splintering crack filled the Sands as the hatchling escaped from her shell, tumbling across the ground. She staggered to her feet, shook the particles from her pale gold hide, and fixed her eyes on Elsey's. The facets whirled the rainbow myriad of Impression.
Els'Mine, could you please feed your Mazzith?
---------------------
Els stood on the ledge of her weyr, gazing down into the Bowl happily. A smile played on her face as T'lal came up behind her, circling his hands around her waist.
"Not quite what we were lookin' for, is it?" he asked her, watching as a dragon swooped overhead.
"No...not at all," she replied, looking up at him. Mazzith and Latath emerged from the weyr, standing tall behind their bondeds. "But I'm so glad we found it."
I am glad you found me, Mazzith said, echoed by Latath's clarion bugle welcoming the morning.
Even the sun has heard our promise, the bronze proclaimed.
"To Pern..."
"To the future..."
To freedom...
To Els Weyr!