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Strange Pairing	By : AbstractRainbow Category: A through F > The Dragonriders of Pern Views: 4574 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Dragonriders of Pern series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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This is a fanfiction based upon the works of Ann McCaffery’s Dragonriders of Pern series. The books and concepts are the property, copyright and trademark of Anne McCaffery. Her original characters are NOT used in fan fiction at her request. I’ve replaced the Weyrs, Holds, Halls, and characters with my own. This story itself is mine, aside from the concepts and planet, please don’t steal it.
This story has themes of a homosexual nature in it, and should that offend you or is illegal where you live, go no further and read none of my works. As well, future chapters may or may not contain graphic material of either a sexual or violent nature. If this is illegal where you live, move. If you don't like it, don't read it. If you're not old enough, what the hell are you doing on this site anyway?
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Her heart pounded heavily in her chest as she ran for her life. A blue. She hadn’t even seen it before it was practically on her tail. Where had it come from? What was it doing out so soon after a fall? The ground crews had checked and gone, and she heard from the fire lizard gossip that a clutch was going to hatch today. Couldn’t they be done with the area for once! She panted and shook her head, running harder and finally tripping over a rock, rolling expertly. She’d taken worse falls, but the dragon was already landing, its whirling eyes fixed on her. Damned riders… they couldn’t protect her family and now they were going to force her into a hold.
“Ho! Boy! I’m not trying to run you down! I have to get to the hatching, but Groith is insisting that I pick you up and bring you along! We’ll figure out where it is you belong when the eggs are broke, yes!” the man laughed as he slid off and grabbed her shoulder and deftly lifted her to her feet. “And you’ll be the only lad to be able to say you’ve seen a High Peaks hatching, huh! Come, up you go!”
Unable to protest, she climbed up the blue’s shoulder in a scramble, setting herself solidly behind the friendly rider. What was she going to do now? Her stomach lurched as the blue took off with great flaps of his wings. What had the man said it was named? Groith? She shook her head and gripped harder to the straps he’d given her, then closed her eyes and felt a shock of cold and lack of all other sensation as they flitted between. She suppressed the scream that would have erupted for the little trip, and merely swallowed hard as soon as they’d emerged. Alright, it had been bad, but not as terrible as she’d been led to understand by the fire lizards that passed through the area.
The man bustled her off of the blue and quickly set her in a seat near the very front of the hatching stands, dragons ringing the bowl and humming. The queen didn’t look happy at all, angry at losing her eggs and angry that the candidates weren’t behaving as she wished them to. Each dragon she passed close to turned to look at her curiously before its head and throat was raised again to thrum out the message that the new dragonets would be hatched soon. She couldn’t see very well from her position, too many things blocked by outcroppings and other witnesses to the event, but she knew by the hush of the crowd when it had begun. It was a privilege to see, but her concern at the moment was figuring a way out of this. Supposedly the dragonriders didn’t take kindly to the holdless.
A large round of applause and gasps ranged the crowd, then again. Hatchings and impressions were happening quickly, and she looked down at the small area she could see, the white of the candidate uniforms a little uncomfortable on her eyes. Each candidate lifted his feet and adjusted his stance occasionally, and she remembered from her brief rush that the sands had indeed been very hot. They looked uncomfortable. She grinned to herself at that. Then she saw one of the eggs hatch, there were two in her line of vision, a brown. It creeled and mewled, almost angrily, and pounded forward as best as its underdeveloped muscles could bring it, glaring around for the candidate to impress it. Abruptly it sat next to one and butted its head into him, creeling in a more happy tone now. The boy dropped and hugged the creature, crying out just as happily. Then she heard the gasps and applause, cheering, all die down slowly. It must be coming to an end. There was still that one egg she could see though, and the candidates all looked at it expectantly. Then it shook, cracked, and finally broke.
All thoughts of running flew out of her head as she stared at the little thing that rolled out of the egg. Supposedly it was a bronze, though the hide colour she saw now looked so pale that it may have been deluded with white more times than counted. Huge whirling eyes looked around and it cried out piteously. A few tears shed from her eyes as she stared at it, the little dragonet was so beautiful she couldn’t help it. She wanted to close her eyes and deny watching it go to one of the snot nosed brats that had lived for so long in the protection of a hold or Weyr, but couldn’t. She had to see who it could possibly deem worthy of its partnership. Slowly the little creature came up to each candidate, looked at the person expectantly, then stumbled to another one. None seemed satisfactory. Whispers circled the cavern, growing louder with each refusal, and the queen dragon even began crooning encouragement with her concern. The pale dragonet mewled out piteously again, trotting up to its mother and sitting there, looking out at the candidates sadly, obviously none of them were who it wanted.
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