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PAGE 3 most of these are from Dragonhope, and other Pernese that I've got new Healing Den Old School or other nominally Pernese clutches to refill them. They will be updated if I find more. Some which have 'no image' are just duplicates of the existing new dark moon or isla old images.

2smiths Salarn and Cenden, dark brown ardoth and medium issorth
Ablan Guild - Lainra Green Miyanath; Kiryn Blue Shiokath
Ablan Guild - Pho Blue Melnith; Yralny Brown Tauirath
Alyona’s green Eaeth (no image)
Ashena and dark copper Rodasheth - never even finished the weyrling or adult images so fuck that one
Bax's Blue Eqeuth
brats-blue Shiba Raneeth; Darnell’s Kimsith
brats-green Jehniu from new dark moon Kisath; Cinera’s green Risomath
CABS brown Raranath and green Filath (no images)
Chathy’s green Nelith
Crek (blue) Tarogth ndm giveaway (no image)
Genna’s green Dalruth (no image)
Larado and blue gold (pfff) Barith, Kadare and clouded green blue Mivarith
Nizul’s night blue Fukutath
Retela (rela) brown Gereth (alskyran?) and Jensel's green Morilarth (had been on brats-blue)

Kryn blues from isla,
Zafney and Z’rut with green kihroth and blue Sengoth

Qenda,

Nian’s Green Aozakith
Z’zi’s brown Ladaeth, participated in breaun’s flight but I can handwave his entire backstory
Tendar’s brown Caynith (darker brown)
Lavus’s dark brown Amudoth
Siarru and Shezoa new dark moon light and dark greens

-- Sun Moon Star's pages with their dergs

2smiths

Isla also needed such things, and that was where they went to Stand. Though they'd both become used to the mild climate and thin air at the Smith hall, each of them enjoyed their stay at the island Weyr for different reasons, and at different times... At first it was tropical, and Salarn was enjoying himself tremendously. Of course, the girls also got to enjoy him, as he would strut around without his shirt. Then, shortly before the eggs were ready to burst, the isle was struck with a cold front that even the locals claimed was unseasonably chill. Cenden had his turn to gloat - even though it had been some six turns since he'd come to the Smith hall, he was still able to strip down and bask in the wondered gazes, as the storms gathered.

Both of them needed to jump into their white Candidate robes, though, when the moment finally arrived. They could hear the chiming song of the dragons, and were let in by a number of riders. They passed by all the official folk, the weirder canines and even the ... well, whatever it was that had too many heads. No one was sure what to make of that. Their trip to the sands and the subsequent eruption of activity there would be emblazened on their memories forever. It was also just about the only time they'd ever stopped poking at each other in jest or in challenge, in weeks.

Even that didn't last, though, when they began to watch Impressions. If they had their money on them, they would have joined the betting and cheering - but ... Two browns, one dark and the other of average shade, proceeded to squabble a bit in front of two young men from the Smith Hall. As the two friends, Salarn and Cenden watched, they found it hard not to laugh. Finally, Salarn reached out and wrapped an arm around his dragon's dark brown neck and yanked him off the other hatchling. "Alright, Ardoth. That's enough. No need to fight over food when I'm sure there is plenty for all of you to eat!" The dark brown snorted, lashing out his tail in a last attempt to get his clutch-brother. Cenden smacked Issorth on the head and the brown whimpered, sinking to the sands. Shaking their heads and grinning, both young men lead their dragons toward the Barracks where Ardoth was proven wrong about his brother's claim.

There was indeed plenty of food, and so many dragons at their dishes! This wasn't a small clutch, they figured, but it was somewhat more exotic. There were dragons that ... well, they didn't quite 'defy' description, most of them could be called 'speckled browns' or greens or whatnot. One or two were so pale that they might not have been 'bronze' or 'blue' but rather 'cream' and 'white'... but the pair of smiths didn't care. Their dragons were theirs, and they were simply the best in the whole world.

It was clear that while Ardoth was a bit more aggressive and strong willed, Issorth would be bigger by a bit. That didn't stop either brown from squabbling or trying to steal the other's food! And thankfully, though both boys were somewhat rough, the dragons would obviously be rough and tumble themselves. There was nothing delicate about either of them, not like the little greens or sports. Certainly their boldness and strength would lend them both good spots in a wing... but it would probably also drop them in trouble now and again!

S'larn & Ardoth

Color: dark brown
Color Size: brown
Length: 31'7"
Height: 8'10"
Genetic Code:

C'den & Issorth

Color: brown
Color Size: brown
Length: 33'3"
Height: 9'4"
Genetic Code:

AG-lainkryn

Lainra Green Miyanath (white-silver Rianth and gold-black Enayeth)
Adult Length: 23'1
Adult Height to Shoulder: 6'6"

Kiryn (kie-rinn, kahRIN) Blue Shiokath (Shimmer Green Sulienth and Night Danath)
Adult Length: 26'8"
Adult Height to Shoulder: 7'8"

They weren't made to wait too long, though their friends Pho and Y'ral had already Impressed a while before this pair was to stand again. Lainra and Kiryn both came to the sands, but only one was to come away with a dragon. Early on in the hatching of Shimmer Green Sulienth and Night Danath's clutch, two blues broke open from their shells and tangled hopelessly.

Well that's how it sounded to hear them say it - their chosen riders helped them apart, though K'ryn was a bit slow on the uptake for this event. Though they sat at his feet, the two blues were more a sight to be seen than an event to understand.

K'ryn! K'ryn!! Deadglow! announced the blue, and Kiryn, now acknowledging the fact his name had changed, laughed guiltily. I've been calling your name since hatching out of that sharded shell!!

"Sorry, Shiokath," he said in both mind and voice.

It would be a short hatching, one which Lainra knew she wasn't suited for. It wasn't her style, but then she was tugged away by a local. She'd be standing on the other side of the fence, a sort of sub-area of the Weyr. She saw how different the colors were and while entranced, she knew she wans't going to quite be cut out for the truly weird shades that might show up... And she was glad.

Not a few days later, that clutch that Lainra had been escorted to, began to hatch! There were such gorgeous hatchlings! Ones with faded colors, and wingsails that danced with light.

A green slipped along the edge, knowing full well who she wanted but trying not to make a fuss of her arrival into the world. Lainra turned just as the green reached her. “Why are you trying to be ignored, Miyanath?”

The dragonet shrugged. I’m just a green. Nothing really special, like them, and she pointed with her muzzle to the two hatchlings that had emerged from Alsiuth’s clutch – two cool white peacocks like there dam (just without the Flurry markings). Lainra turned back to her dragon.

“You’re plenty special, dear one.” Miyanath tilted her head to the side and beamed.

***

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AG-phoyral

Pho (foe)

Blue Melnith (Gold Mardanith & Bronze Ichiroth)
Adult Length: 28'7"
Adult Height to Shoulder: 8'

Yaralny (yah RALL nee, yahRALL) Brown Tauirath (Gold Mardanith & Bronze Ichiroth)
Adult Length: 31'2"
Adult Height to Shoulder: 8'9"

It would only be two of the four who paired up at this clutch, somewhere around the middle of the hatching. With a mess of shells already broken and even a number of unpaired dragons wandering the sands, one particular blue came tromping quickly up to Pho. He promptly did a nosedive into the soft, hot sand. Causing him to sneeze, and Pho to laugh brightly.

It isn't funny! It stings! She cleaned off the dragon's muzzle with care, giggling the whole time, and realized that she did know his name: Melnith.

"This is Melnith," she said proudly to the recordskeeper, who nodded and indicated the meat bowls that she knew she'd be seeing more of for the foreseeable future.

Meanwhile, just shortly after Pho's impression, another blue was trying to get past Yaralny. He almost intercepted the hissing hatchling, but was caught short by a mind voice, clear and pure.

I'm here, rider-mine, behind you. Yaralny, now Y'ral, turned to see a gorgeous deep brown hatchling sitting behind him, eyes glimmering yellow and blue. My silly rider, trying to impress a blue.

Y'ral chuckled, and stroked his brown dragon's muzzle gently as Tauirath insisted he do. "I know that would never have worked, Tauirath, I'm glad you interrupted me."

***

"That girl and her green certainly held up the line," Pho patted Melnith's shoulder as they flew over the fields. They were quick to the skies, in weyrling training, Pho was starting to lose weight and gain muscle, and was starting to get noticed by other boys in the Weyr. She remained aloof from their advances, claiming of course first and foremost, she was a rider and a young one at that! She and her dragon couldn't afford to get distracted by romance or even a bit of a fling!

It was more because she and Y'ral would soon become Weyrmates, even with the ranks of their dragons both being males. Y'ral found it almost impossible to keep from gawking at certain women in the Weyr, but a laughing nudge from Pho while they worked, or a well-placed comment from someone about how his 'girlfriend' would notice his mouth on the ground like that... He turned his attentions back to the flight instructions.

They were now learning how to master quick turns and abrupt changes in altitude, and if anything, Y'ral's training with leather gave him a good solid edge when they went to harness in. He was given the task of inspecting the gear on flight days, and when he discovered something weakened or about to break he was able to directly address it with the rider. So it wasn't his fault if anyone fell to their gristly death because of faulty harness leathers, at least - he knew they would listen after that first story the Weyrling master told...

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***

Neither Pho nor Y'ral thought twice about learning how to send their dragon between, since they did it naturally, why ought they not be able to do it easily and properly? But some folks fought it, some people were just that uncomfortable between that they though they'd be lost forever. To this pair, it was as simple as recalling the colorful pattern on a rooftop, or the smell of the cherry trees in blossom at Ablan. They knew the turns of the seasons would affect things, and carefully made sure that they were recalling the correct season.

The other thing they had going for them, was that by now both Lainra and Kiryn had Impressed! Isla was the right choice after all, for this group. They could all chat and have something far more important in common with each other now, they were dragon riders!

Pho and Y'ral would wait, one more year or so, until the youngest of their dragons were old enough to head between - and they would return to Ablan! Continuing their studies and protecting their home guilds was now most certainly creeping back into all of them. It'd been more than a year, they were itchy to return home.

I am itchy anyway, bespoke Melnith.

You are always itchy, Tauirath chided the smaller blue.

** note they are at Dragonhope, not Ablan, part of the Weyr wings (restructuring site 12.25.22 moving obvious pern candidates from zekiran site)

Ashena's Rodasheth never grew so I already replaced it

Ashena & Rodasheth

Color: dark copper
Color Size: green
Length: 23'8"
Height: 6'7"
Genetic Code:

Clutch 14 - Nysheth & Ainnth

Bax

Not until standing. At Dark Moon Weyr, he had a strange feeling that he'd be leaving there much richer than he already was.

***

The shivering of the sand pile uncovered a few of the eggs, just in time for two to burst open, revealing a brown and blue, both medium in color. The blue, apparently an adventurous type, tried to scramble down the mound and ended up falling end over end the short distance down to the waiting Candidates. A tall male Candidate rushed forward at once to help the little blue right itself.

"His name is Eqeuth!" Baxlean announced to the crowd, with tears glistening in the young man's eyes. B'ax now, his heart pouring into the lovely blue's mind, they shared wonder and sadness. Eqeuth was determined to help his rider become happy - happier even than he was, when he was stuffed full of finely chopped meat!

brats-blue

Shiba, Candidate at Isla Weyr Clutch 13 - Akyth & Seidoshokuth

There had been so many little hatchlings spilling out from their shells, that Shiba had no idea where to look first. Her distractable nature hardly helped at all! It was because she was apt to be staring at all the pretty colors that she all but missed the best of all. A blue that had hatched along side his three green siblings crept near.

The blue finally found someone he thought best fit his heart and mind, coming to stand next to Shiba who was rather surprised to find a blue dragonet looking at her with trusting, whirling eyes. I hope you do not mind, but I am not as shiny as those others.

"Raneeth...of course I don't mind!" she grinned, hugging the blue neck to her chest with unbridled compassion for the dragon who had chosen her. "You're the best color of all!"

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Darnell (D'nell), Candidate at Isla Weyr Clutch 13 - Akyth & Seidoshokuth

Ever since his search, Darnell was nervous. But excited. He would rather have been outside in the warm rain, anywhere but under tons of stone when it was wet like this. But, early on in the hatching he was pleased to hear his pair of flitters singing along with the dragons and distracted himself with that.

A trio of greens, then browns and blues wandered the sands, even Darnell was amazed at how quickly they hatched. But now of course, that meant that many of the candidates were pressing in on the sands, trying to get the attention of their very own bond.

Another blue had forced his way through the candidates, wailing with hunger and confusion before finding Darnell who scooped him up and moved him away from the crowd. "Better, Kimsith?"

Much better! the blue grinned. Their are way too many people there!

The little dragon munched on the finely cut meat that was prepared earlier, and D'nell had time to get used to his new name... And his new life! (they are exactly the same image as above)

Name: Kimsith
Color: blue
Color Size: blue
Length: 29'
Height: 8'1"
Genetic Code: XGWdF Y rr bb Hh LL UU C1C1 T1T2 OO (Ss N1N2) M1M2

brats-green

She'd always been around dragons, so it was really not much of a surprise when she'd been searched. But Jehniu was still trembling a bit while she stood on the sands at Dark Moon. It was not cold, hardly - in fact it was so much hotter than she'd ever expected it to be. But she wasn't alone in her excitement, she knew that everyone else had the butterflies and the spinning head. Her own head-spinny came to an abrupt peak, when she looked into the eyes of a bright green dragonet.

"Kisath..." she whispered. She wanted to shout, to tell the whole world, but Kisath merely wanted some food and scratching, and to some day see the world from above.

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Color: green
Color Size: green
Length: --
Height: --
Genetic Code: XgWdF XgwDF Rr Bb Hh LL UU C1C2 T1T2 OO (Ss N1N1) M1M1

kiss ass is right i guess

Brats-green

Isla's hatching was going to be reasonably short, as there were few eggs to go around. What was weird was that the tiny egg that everyone wondered about hatched a miniature bronze! He'd impressed a boy and then the other eggs had been hatching in the meantime. The first green to emerge headed right over to Cinera.

A green was the first to move after the bronze was gone. She stopped next to Cinera who gasped in surprise. "Risomath!" was all she got out before her dragon asked for food. A blush, a grin, and a promise to provide all the food Risomath wanted and the two went off the Sands.

Virin was pleased at her daughter, riding was truly in their blood, but she was glad it had skipped her... The dark, sturdy green would certainly be of excellent use for a healer, there would always be need for emergency riders. Risomath seemed to know this already, peering around looking for any sign of injury in her peers or their bonds.

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Color: green
Color Size: green
Length: --
Height: --
Genetic Code: Xg WDF XgWDF Rr Bb Hh LL UU C1C2 T1T1 Oo3 (ss N2N2) M1M1

CABS unknown images probably all duplicates of those above/below from New Dark Moon

Raranath

Color: pale brown Color Size: brown Length: -- Height: --
Genetic Code: XGwDF Y Rr BB hh LL UU C1C2 T1T2 OO (ss N1N1) M1M1

Filath

Color: dark green Color Size: green Length: -- Height: --
Genetic Code: XgWdF XgwDF rr BB hh LL UU C1C2 T1T2 OO (SS N1N1) M1M1

Chathy's

Dragon - Nelith Color - Green Dam x Sire - Gold Mardanith and Bronze Ichiroth Clutch - 7 at Isla, new

Adult Length: 21'7" Adult Height to Shoulder: 6'

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Chathy found Isla Weyr to be absolutely fascinating. The people - different and even exotic. The animals? Were they people too? Wolves, like huge canines, but they had feathered wings like birds... And they spoke, so .. whatever wolves were, they didn't come this way anywhere but here!

It took a while before the eggs that had been freshly laid would be hard enough to hatch, their dragonets mature and strong. Chathy put herself to work wherever she could, but now also came steady instructions on dragon harnesses, tending injuries, food and care, and for the girls, mating flights. Chathy wondered, perhaps, what if it was a dragon's flight that brought her close to a man?

Maybe that might even ease the distrust or pickiness, but it might also put her in the hands of someone she didn't already like.

Well be that as it may, the eggs hadn't begun to hatch - until one afternoon. The scent of a feast combined with all the trappings of celebration on one hand - and the bizarre unreality of being handed the white candidates' robes... Chathy joined many others, she'd been in their classes and learned their names but for the moment all that was blindly forgotten. Was it really time?

Apparently it was, for three eggs burst open! All the colors but gold filled the sands, Chathy was relieved that there would be no gold for her - though why would she think that? She hadn't impressed. There was a little frightened green who scampered here and there, unsure, with red eyes and a panicked whimper on her voice. Chathy let the others step in and out to try and calm her, but when boxed in by many legs and arms, the timid green wouldn't look Chathy in the eye.

It was as though the world upended - twice, because in one moment Chathy felt the smooth, confident mind of another green in the clutch tell her, Don't worry, Chathy, she'll find her rider. And the next, not even a second later, a bump from the dragonet jarred Chathy's hand away from the scared green's shoulder.

She let go of the green, who bolted away, and turned to look into the orange-yellow eyes of her own bond. "Yes, I hope she does, she seems so scared." Nelith rubbed up against Chathy's fingers, and recieved a good first-scratching. Chathy laughed and led the hatchling away to the cut-meats.

Eventually the other green did find her rider: in a boy that had run in with his brother. And what those boys' father almost did to the dragon, Chathy herself would have never allowed him to leave the Weyr alive.

It is all right, she is unharmed, Nelith bespoke, full and content, like her sister.

"She'd better be," Chathy said, and noted that several other new riders shared the opinion. They would become the first batch of new riders in quite some time, maybe they would all graduate intact (oh the stories... Chathy was still worried about learning how to send her dragon between...).

***

"You have to just do it, Neli!" Chathy begged the green, to her tremendous embarrassment. They were well into the year, and flight training was upon them. And Nelith would not fly. At least, not with Chathy on her back. "I am not too heavy," Chathy hissed at the dragon, trying to maintain her composure with everyone watching.

The weyrling master was not pleased with any of this. Antics like this could cost lives. He a-hem'ed and glared at Chathy, merely having to cast his iron gaze down to the green and up at the ledge where they were supposed to fly to. Chathy's heart raced, and she bespoke her dragon in a very stern way indeed.

Nelith, if you do not spring into the air, wings open and flapping, I swear I will never, ever scratch your eye ridge even one more time. Ever.

You would never do such a thing! I itch!

I know you do - and I'll reward you with every scratch you want, IF you get up there with me! Everyone is waiting!

With a pause, the dragon shook her shoulders (which caused Chathy to almost lose her balance in the harness) and lifted her wings... Within a moment they were in the air, with some difficulty, and in only a few seconds they had landed at the ledge!

"You see, it wasn't that hard! I knew you could do it!" Chathy cheered, and gave Nelith all the wonderful eye-ridge scritches she wanted.

***

It would be time to go back to Dragonhope soon, and Nelith wouldn't budge. To say that she was an obstinate green was putting it lightly.

I like it here! I want to --

"I know what you want, but Nelith we're supposed to be at Dragonhope, in a wing! They need us there!" She sighed, and then turned to another of those destined to head back to the icy chill of Dragonhope. "Can your boy knock some sense into her?"

It wasn't that his dragon needed to do any such thing. For the card-player came up to the little green, and appraised her. "It is nice and chilly at Dragonhope, so I've heard," T'dar said, looking at the dragon. "You like fish don't you? I can tell you like fish. You know where the best fishing is done? That's right, in cold water!"

Is that true? Nelith asked, and Chathy nodded. She herself wasn't too clear on it, but if this boy was so confident then maybe it was true anyway. Then we must go, because I do love fish! And cold water is where the best fishing is done!

Genna

Dragon - Green Dalruth

Brightly colored and cheerful to match, Dalruth must often remind her rider to concentrate on things other than her detailed embroidery.

XGWdF XgWDF rr BB hh LL UU C1C2 T1T1 OO (Ss N1N1) M1M1

kadlar

"You're...not a blue!" The gemsmith stared at his dragon who tilted his head in confusion.

Of course I am blue. What else would I be?

"No...Barith, you're not blue. You're covered in gold speckles! But just lightly..." the young man said, running his hand over his dragon's back where the golden speckles were just barely showing over his blue hide. Barith turned his head to look at himself, suddenly very amused that he was very different.

It wasn't nearly as invasive as L'ado thought it would be, but ... he knew that little Barith sensed his fear. So, it was private when the dragon thought to him, I'm not going to die that way, and neither are you, and L'ado drew in a deep breath.

"I sure hope not."

Kadare had watched this with interest, she wasn't sure what would happen now - there were several unhatched eggs, but only one still-searching green on the sands. Her cousin would have to tell her about this special dragon he'd found - because she saw something glittery on its back too.

What about my back? Isn't it special? The green bespoke, and fell to her belly on the hot sand - perhaps to show off that back, but also, equally likely, because she was exhausted and needed to eat.

"It's very special, Mivarith," Kadare chuckled, suddenly aware that she was mighty hungry - it was a good thing she could cook!

Larado & Barith
Color: blue w/ gold
Adult Length: 28'11"
Adult Height: 8'1"
Color Size: blue
Genetic Code: XgwDF Y RR bb Hh (ll) UU C1C5 T1T1 Ss O2O3 N1N3 M1M1

Kadare & Mivarith
Color: clouded green / blue
Adult Length: 23'5"
Adult Height: 6'7"
Color Size: green
Genetic Code: XgWdF XgWDF Rr Bb hh (LL) uu C1C5 T1T2 Ss O2O3 N1N3 M1M1

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Retela/ R'ela

Name: Gereth
Species: Pernese / 1/4 Alskyran
Gender: Male
Color: Brown
Size: medium 9'9" s / 60' l / **ws
Parents:
Abilities: telepathy: can speak using his/her mind only teleportation: can travel to a different location instantly telekinesis: can move objects with their mind assisted fire breath: can breath fire after digesting firestone
Personality: honest, insane
Sociability:
Intelligence:
Mating:
Threadfighting:
Other:
Bond:

Jensel, had been on brats-green

Night-Blue Fukutath Color Size: blue Adult Length: 26'8" Adult Height to Shoulder: 7'8"

night blue Braredeth & blue Jalanath

Nizul thought it would be more serious. But there had already been a little comedy in the rainy Isla hatching (when the little green nosedived into the sands, and when the other girl smacked her bonded on the nose out of habit - it was an accident, no one faulted her for it but herself), and Nizul chuckled to himself about it.

But there was then a moment right after that incident, something that caught his eye.

“Fukutath! Look out!” Nizul launched himself at the dragonet who was spinning in circles as he neared the candidates. It was almost like watching a dog chase his tail. Shaking his head, the night blue looked up at Nizul and blinked all his eyelids with a dazed expression. “Aren’t you dizzy?”

I see lots and lots of people…Fukutath said, shaking his head. Oh, now some of them left.

“Uh…huh…well, lets get you some food, shall we…” he stood, placing a hand on the dragon’s small head to help him in the right direction. After a while he asked, “So, why were you chasing your tail, anyway?”

The night blue looked up at him while they walked. It was running away.

Thankfully, Fukutath wasn't quite as ditzy as that when they got food...

originally on theendings/the_endings/sunmoonstar2.htm

Dragons! An amazing assortment of them, everywhere around us!

Star laughed to herself, while they were being taken up to the hatching area. But she sobered: there was something strange going on, something solemn. It was Sun who found out first.

"Someone died," he said, "someone important."

As the trio went with their white candidate robes and everyone else shuffling along, though they were excited, they could all sense it. Even the dragons were somber, they occasionally gave off a creeling sound which brought tears to Star's eyes.

But the hatching wouldn't be delayed, especially if you asked the hatchlings! They were ready to come out and live, even as they'd be renewing the whole cycle again. The first eggs broke up, and then were followed by many - this would be one of those hatchings, Lethe noted to herself as she watched from the stands, that you just have to pick a person or an egg and follow it until it's done. Otherwise you'd never see anything!

There were half a dozen eggs open, their hatchlings dumped out onto the sands - and it was twice the number that anyone would expect from a couple of eggs: they had twins! But those didn't interest Lethe as much as a beautiful duotone.

A green, who’s body was partially blue, stepped up to a trio of young teenagers, looking at them all in turn. Star knelt before the little blued green could make her choice herself. Only she heard the delightful voice in her mind: hey, I wasn't finished looking at the competition!

“Very funny, Wicapith,” Star laughed, rubbing her dragon’s eye ridges lovingly. Wicapith crooned, closing her eyes and giving into the attention her rider gave.

It wasn't much later that a pair of browns, one night-touched and the other a lovely chocolate shade, had stumbled up to Moon and Sun.

But in her haste to get around to the food dishes, Star and Wicapith stumbled into them.

Star, with Wicapith on her heels, turned momentarily when she heard a familiar voice cry out, “Hey, careful there!”

She turned, recognizing Moon’s voice easily. She watched as a night brown struggled to pick himself up. Moon shook his head sadly, grinning, kneeling to help Tainith figure out where all his limbs were. The night-brown would be big - even Star could see he was nearly half again bigger than her own hatchling! But then, greens were meant to be smallish.

Next to him, Sun was looking into the whirling eyes of his own brown. Hello, hello? Hungry hatchling at your feet, you can stop watching your lovemates and feed me a moment, can't you?

“Oh, yes, of course.” Sun suddenly said, blinking as if he had been stuck in hypnosis. “Come on then, Donomath,” he said, standing and walking behind Moon, both boys rejoining Star where they all left the sands together.

***

Later in the week, Phillipe the elf's body was returned from wherever they'd taken him - Lethe was among those who stood in silent vigil with a candle in the Weyr. Though she still stood near the kids, to help them figure out how to work riding gear and keep their balance on the smooth, slender dragons, she was distant even then.

"Did you know him?" Star asked. Lethe shook her head.

"... He Searched me, I wouldn't be here if it hadn't been for him. I owe him that much gratitude at least. And look at all these good people," she waved her hand not holding the candle, at the riders, weyr folk and wolves and dragons that gathered on the shore below. "He affected all of them too. He must have been a good guy - it's a shame."

The trio stood in silence with their mentor, who would come and go as rapidly as she had before in the weeks and months to come.

Star & blued green Wicapith
Name Meaning: taken from wicapi wakan - "holy star" (Dakota)
Adult Length: 22'7"
Adult Height to Shoulder: 6'4"
Color Size: green

Sun & brown Donomath
Name Meaning: donoma - "visible sun" (Omaha)
Adult Length: 31'7"
Adult Height to Shoulder: 8'10"
Color Size: brown

Moon & night brown Tainith
Name Meaning: taini - "new moon" (Omaha)
Adult Length: 33'2"
Adult Height to Shoulder: 9'3"
Color Size: brown

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Sun, Moon and Star, a tale of ....

Effort!

It came as no surprise to any of the trio that they'd be working hard here at Falas, to make sure that their dragons grew properly and they learned how to ride with ease. Star wasn't all that comfortable with the speed at which Wicapith could fly, but the small blued-green dragonet assured her that in no way would she ever allow her rider to fall! Not even speeding downwards toward the flight training field for their last "landing" lessons!

Sun already knew he belonged on the dragon he'd bonded, he knew how to move with the elegant brown's every switch, he hardly had to even hang on. Once he'd gotten back into a saddle - even one as strangely shaped as the ones they rode here - Sun knew that he'd only been punishing himself for not having continued to ride after the death of his uncle. Donomath was strong, if not incredibly fast.

Then there was Moon and Tainith. If ever there was a pair destined for great things, it was them - the way that the dark-skinned man and equally darkened brown dragon held themselves during inspections, and moreover their performance in every flight exercise, gave them high marks. Of the three, it would be this pair that would eagerly join in fighting Thread when it came. They actually participated if briefly, in one Fall. It was dangerous, it was something that his partners all agreed would be something they'd dread if it had to happen on a really regular basis.

But outside of Pern, Thread didn't fall. And Lethe was able to remind them that once their training was finished, it was up to them where they wound up.

They would have to see some sights first. Once their dragons were big enough to teleport and reliably get back to where they were needed, it could be 'stars' the limit...

***

While they were celebrating the first year of their dragons' lives, it coincided with a holiday celebration that they didn't think they'd be seeing around Pern - Halloween. Each of the trio went out and found themselves a little giftie to give to the others - flitter eggs!

"How about you get this one," Moon said to Sun, "it goes with your dragon, mostly."

Sun laughed and named the Pumpkin colored flitter. "Flicker," he announced. "Like a candle in a jack-o-lantern. Yours next, Star," he handed her an egg.

It was a lovely ghostwinged green, which she allowed to rush over her shoulders and nibble at her meat roll - "Gobbler!" She exclaimed, "you should save some for later! And hey - that's mine!" With that, she handed her egg off to Moon.

A flit as dark as the night-ended side of his dragon emerged from the shell, and stuck himself onto Moon's shoulder just like his spidery-webby markings implied. "Sticker," Moon chuckled, "that's his name. Now we have to remember to train these guys, they're not dumb pets."

"They're fantastic," Star giggled, as Gobbler ran back and forth over her shoulders and hid under her hair.

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