A story with Flamers, those herdbeast-sized dragons that do not Impress, but are more partner than lifemate... y'gotta love these Pern add-ons. -- The Middle of Nowhere

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Date Posted: 15:23:46 03/06/02 Wed
Author: Humans, Flamer
Subject: A story with Flamers, those herdbeast-sized dragons that do not Impress, but are more partner than lifemate... y'gotta love these Pern add-ons.

"Samma! Ovah heeyah!" The course, rough voice spun the running girl around quickly. The old rider shouted, "We got anuthah one ovah heeyah! Bettah hurrah!" Samma broke into a run as she heard a Flamer's shrill cry. "Issa red this time!" he shouted again from the tunnelway. The girl cursed silently. Her own black, BlackRock, wheeled in the sky above her. It's Pith, he reported. Rocky is very worried. Samma nodded and muttered, "Great, thanks." The old rider moved to let her pass. Samma was one of the few that could contain a red in pain, although she was only 16 Turns old.

She arrived outside the barred door, calmed herself, and then unlatched the door. The red screamed in fury and pain, the cry going straight to the blood. Samma stepped in and barred the door again. Breathing deeply, Pith angled her stocky muzzle at the girl and flamed. With a surprised yelp, the apprentice rider dodged and sent peaceful thoughts towards the red, who flamed again. Samma moved towards her, praying not to be fried. She could hear BlackRock's rumbling growl at Pith, though he was a half mile up in the air and they underground. Trying to relax, nonetheless the girl's thoughts were worried. Where was Rocky? Why did Pith flame at her? No other riders had left their Flamers' sides and none had flamed, let alone the ones she knew. This was a very serious case...

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