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Date Posted: 10:26:39 03/28/02 Thu
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Ren
's message, "Re: [...Smile...]" on 10:20:03 03/28/02 Thu
Filar looked at her. She seemed bubbly. "No." he said quietly. "My family has been to one though, but I was busy with some flits." Filar said quietly. He had abandoned the hope of going home to his family. He had given up his claim to Praia when he had been Searched. He wasn't in line to be a Lord anymore. Filar paused slightly, remembering his Search.
Filar walked out of the Hold. His father had once again refused to let him ‘play’ with fire lizards.
“I don’t play, Father! I heal.” he muttered, feet kicking up the sand. His Hold was situated on a beach, giving it the name ‘Praia Hold.’ Old aunties still insisted it meant ‘beach’ in old Terran languages. But that was kid stuff. Filar had stopped listening to the aunties’ tales Turns ago. When he had discovered the joy of healing fire lizards. “He should be glad I can heal flits. Wouldn’t our people be glad to know that their Lord cares for the little things too?” Filar murmured. Lord Prai was stern-hearted, and hated change. His Hold was ruled as his father had, and his father before him, too. And now it was the time where Filar would start his training to be the next Lord Holder. Young ladies were paraded in front of him like show runners. He had refused all of them, to his father’s disgust.
“Filar! Get back here!” Prai came to the door of the Hold, scowling furiously. “Why did you have to leave me with such a stubborn fool, Lei?” he muttered, swinging his long legs to catch up with his son. “Why in all of Pern are you leaving? You still have a candle mark of lessons to complete.” he called out, his foxy-red hair gleaming in the afternoon sun. Filar stopped and turned to face his father.
“I left because I was fed up. I don’t want to be a Lord Holder.” Filar’s curls were sun streaked through the brown, like his dead mother’s. Prai covered his eyes slightly. It was true that he didn’t want his eldest son to become Lord, but it was tradition. Filar had so much of his mother in him, it hurt Prai to look at him. The usually shy Filar continued. “Why can’t I go to Healer Hall? It would be useful. You said yourself that we needed a new Healer.” Filar’s gray eyes shone as he spoke of the Hall. Healing flits was rewarding, but dealing with humans must be even better. Prai shook his head.
“You be either a Lord Holder or a dragoner, Filar. I expect no less of you.” Prai relented finally, giving Filar some ease. “If you see Raika, tell her I need her for Lady Holder training.” Prai finally growled. The pretty Raika had been begging her father to let her inherit, instead of Filar. Filar grinned.
“Raika would be better, Father.” he said quickly, hugging his father one-armed. Prai stiffened, the man unused to affection. “I’ll be in for supper, honest.” Filar gave his father another smile and set off down the beach, humpbacked slightly. Prai rubbed his head. He wanted the best for his children, but Filar was different. He seemed to understand the flitters’ talk, and had learned to heal them on his own.
“Dragons would be good for him.” Prai told the ocean as he headed inside. “Filar better be in before the storm hits. Even he should know when storms are coming.” Prai looked in the direction his son had headed. “Good luck, my son.”
Filar felt his shoulders. Gandi had been dead for a Turn now. “Why?” he asked the wind, as it ruffled his curls. The wind only replied with an echo of his words. ‘Why? Why?’ Filar shook his head, and tuned his senses for the presence of a flit. The sounds of a green, fighting the wind for her children, came to his ears. Filar trotted towards the sound, mind racing through all the cures and ways to heal he knew. The wind was picking up, and Filar felt a drop of rain on his head. Finally, he made it to the flit’s nest. The green chirped lovingly at him. Filar grinned. It was one of the Holder’s green. The man loved his f lit very much. “Lieig?” Filar gently scooped up the green. One egg sat underneath her, rocking violently. The green chirped proudly as the brown walked out of its shell. “No, Lieig. I don’t want a flit quite yet.” he said politly to the green’s inquiry. Lieig chirped and grabbed her baby, flying off into the approaching storm. “Lieig! Don’t!” he cried out, words whipped out of his mouth by the wind. Filar knew he should wait out the storm. He hunkered down where the green’s clutch had been.
There is someone only there. the blue told his rider. The Searcher nodded and battled the storm to land on the beach. “Come out, lad.” he said comfortingly. As Filar drew out from his protection, the Searcher gasped. Take him with you! his blue cried. “Boy, on the dragon. You are coming with me to Minerva Weyr. I would be stupid if I left you here to die. You’re coming to the Sands to stand. No objections?” Filar shook his head, and climbed up onto the blue’s back. “You’ll write your family from the Weyr, boy.”
“Filar, Searcher.” Filar answered pertly. His shyness was gone in his bliss. The Searcher laughed.
“Don’t be pert to your dragon or the Weyrleaders, Filar. You’ll get in trouble.” the Searcher’s smile died from his lips. “Were you name Filar on purpose?” he asked. Filar blinked.
“I don’t think so.. Why?” he asked.
“You’ll find out, after you Bond.” was the Searcher’s last words until they landed at Minerva.
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