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Date Posted: 18:20:05 12/03/04 Fri
Author: Synthis (Nazereth, Traci, Serpens)
Subject: Awed/Scared

The young woman, running through the Weyr, spun around on a whim and faced a newer direction, off to her right. She was panting heavily, and droplets of sweat bordered her brow. She’d run all the way from the Oceans, in her secret cove, to this place, on the impulse that something important was to happen with her. Right now. And, apparently, on the Hatching Grounds.

A lock of silky, auburn hair fell into her eyes, but it was gently pushed aside by a soft hand. Soft, silver eyes gazed the place where she was heading as she ran. Her flight was like an angel’s, though there were no wings present. The soft, delicate features were surreal, and she seemed to glow with a heavenly light as Rukbat shone down upon her auburn-red tresses, which flowed out behind her like a sea of silk, whipping out in long shining wisps and clashing about to her mid-back when it dared approach the soft, white tunic and skirts she’d chosen to wear that day. The pureness of the cloth seemed to match perfectly with her natural appearance, and the long skirts flailed about behind her, clashing against her fleeing ankles, whipping around as long skirts often do in the wind, though it was her running that caused it now. Her feet were draped with golden sandals, and a necklace of pure gold hung around her neck. It was her best friend and sister’s. On the end of the chain, made of emerald with sapphires for the eyes, was the form of a green dragon.

Synthis was about as nervous as someone who’d been told they had to go out in the longest Fall of the Turn without dragons above, though not in the same way. It was an exciting nervous, one that seemed to spread throughout her body, giving her the strength to come to this place. She knew not where she was going, but knew that the feeling inside would lead her to the right place. When she got to this place, her heart jumped.

She was at the Hatching Grounds. And there, in the middle, was the form of a green dragon, guarding nine perfectly shaped eggs. So, it was true. A green had clutched.

Synthis had heard the rumors, but hadn’t actually believed them. Still running, she tried frantically to remember the name of the green. Gre something. Gre… Gre… Grenith! That was it! Grenith, green dragon of rider G’rein, weyrmate to X’thrall, rider of blue Golgith. She blushed slightly in remembering that she wasn’t supposed to spend most of her time in the Lower Caverns listening to other’s conversation, but it was kind of cool to know the rumors were true.

About half way to the circle of candidates already assembling, Synthis stumbled. She fell forward, hitting the scorching sands hard. Synthis had the looks of a gentle, frail girl, the classic damsel that needed rescuing. And, sometimes, she was. She wasn’t the strongest girl around, and while she could run and make her own decisions, that was about it. So, there she was, the frail little angel, and no one would help her up. Which was fine. She was here looking for the one that would pick her up, after all.

She strained, and finally pulled herself up. It was harder now; she’d used most of her energy in her run. Now, she could hardly stand. It took her a moment to realize she was still panting heavily.

Three flits flew up, a gold and two bronzes, and chattered at her furiously. Serpens, exhausted, settled on her shoulder, yawning and ruffling his bronze wings. Traci stopped chattering, and landed next to her on the ground. Nazereth gave her a good scolding, and showed her an image of the four flits telling Matt where she was going. She drained of what little color she had.

But, how? I didn’t even know I was going here!

Nazereth gave the flit equivalent of rolling her eyes, and clearly stated that it was obvious. Synthis shivered. If Matt had decided to follow… he should be here any moment.

Turning delicately, Synthis turned to face the green. Her silver eyes stayed on the mother until their eyes locked, and then she bowed, as if this were a gold’s clutch and not a green’s.

Grenith, am I right? I am Synthis, born a mute, and coming here in hopes of fulfilling my dream of Impression. I hope you can honor my case, and allow me to stand here. And I thank you for this opportunity. You’re a very good mother, especially for a green. I hope to Impress on of your daughters, or a son, if a blue deems me worthy. And, I must say, if they look anything like you, it’d be worth just watching.

Synthis, who was now straitening up, had meant that last part. Grenith was beautiful. Synthis had laid her eyes on a few dragons, and she could only say one was more beautiful than the emerald before her, but she wouldn’t think of that. This was a happy moment. And besides, her past was dead. She didn’t need to dwell on it.

Looking around for a second, she sighed, and started her short yet perpetual journey towards the eggs. Then, she gasped.

They were more beautiful than she could imagine.

The ivory shells had a beautiful rhythm that could never be compared. From the smallest to the largest… they seemed to be an echo of one another, though they all seemed to have a distinct personality, their own swing to the same rhythm. They all rocked with the grace of a bird of prey, and swung with the elegance of a heavenly being. Which, in Synthis’s opinion, they were. All these dragons were the most wonderful beings on Pern, and just about nothing could compare to them. And nothing ever would. It was scenic. The most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

Synthis hesitated, and decided to hang back behind most of the candidates, in clear view of the Hatchlings-to-be but away from the others. She felt she didn’t belong with them. After all, who’d ever heard of a mute Dragon Rider? No, it simply wasn’t right. However, she was here to make it right. She could pave the way for the disabled, and become one of the best riders, so that disabled candidates could look to her for hope. She could do this. One day, she might give another hope, and stop the excuses, because she’ll be the girl that Impressed despite that fact that she couldn’t talk. And it would be worth it.

((I’m guessing I should expect Matt soon? :) ))

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