"The dragon riders of pern" (dragonflight)
by anne mccaffery, continuation (written 2015-2016)
Ok, look. I know that there is more to the series of this book, but I haven't read them so.... also I originally wrote this for a school project so yeah, it's not the best, and probably had nothing today with the next books. But I hope you like it anyway. And if you haven't read the book I am continuing, you don't have to read it before reading this, it just might make things a bit clearer.
F’lar and his bronze, Mnementh, finally touched ground again, after they had seared the last of the threads, both in sky and in their deep tunnels. They had the help from the lost Weyrs from 4 hundred turn back. Oh how grateful everyone was to lessa for taking that daring trip, the one that had nearly cost her life. He thought of her now, her small, slender figure, frightened but brave. He thought of her first time between, upon Mnementh. How she only gasped from astonishment. She hadn’t been afraid or screamed like the other women had. He liked to remember back to when she arrived, how dirty she was. She was in a small rag, ripped and torn, but still standing. She would always take extremely long baths, like it was new technology. “Well, it probably was, to her.” F’lar laughed softly as he made the comment to himself. Oh, he missed those days. The days when he watched the Red Star, those days when he tried to convince the holds that they had to prepare, that the threads were real and coming.
“She’s coming.” Mnementh clam voice in his head pulled him away from his memories. He had always admired the telepathic bond between dragon and rider, it had always amazed him.
“Oh, yes.” he silently replied. He looked over to his left and saw that his dragon, as always, was right. He stared towards her, just as Ramoth flew up and tackled Her mate from above. He watched as his dragon and ramoth rolled over each other, down away from him. When he finally reached lessa, he scooped her up into his arms, celebrating the small victory of a clump of threads. He knew that this was her first time going out and searing threads, but he had watched her, and she had done just as well, if not better, than the Weyrwomen who had done it hundreds of times. He had never before seen a Weyrwoman so confident in herself, but then again he had. He had seen her, he had been there, when she tried to convince him that it was okay for her to go between for the first time. He had been there for her training, had been there all the times that she used her secret persuasive super power. No one had even dared question her after that.
“You did amazing!! It was like you had done it a million times before!”
“Well, some could argue on the topic…” Mnementh interrupted. Lessa laughed, like she always did when f’lar’s own dragon interrupted. F’lar looked at her now, an annoyed expression on his face, but softening as he watched her. He had been surprised and angry at her when she had admitted she could hear all the dragons, not just her own Ramoth. Not many people possess this skill, and he had certainly not expected a girl in her condition or place would. But here she was, laughing at something Mnementh had said about his comment.
“How dare you! Me and lessa where amazing! Maybe even better than you!!!!” Ramoth snickered.
“First of all, ‘Lessa and I’, not ‘Lessa and Me’. And second of all, no one does better than us!” Ramoth had to surrender to to that, but she did so giggling. Well, as well as a dragon can giggle. F’lar shook his head at the two, trying to keep the his own laugh from rising.
“You are really struggling.” F’lar whipped his head in Lessa’s direction.
“What?!” He could tell by the look on Lessa’s face she was planning something.
“Yes, and it’s really obvious!”
“I am not! I am not struggling with anything.” A cross a snort and deep laugh managed to escape his lips. Lessa burst into uncontrollable laughter, pulling him in with her.
“Okay, you caught me. But this was the first time I have ever struggled with anything!”
“Sure…” Lessa said in a sarcastic tone. She was SO good at doing that. It almost aggravated him. But there was no way he could be mad at her, not when he was laughing the way he was.
“Oh Lessa, you have so much to learn!”
“What do you mean? I already know everything!”
And the chuckles came again, emerging from his lips, lifting into the never ending sky above them.
“She’s coming.” Mnementh clam voice in his head pulled him away from his memories. He had always admired the telepathic bond between dragon and rider, it had always amazed him.
“Oh, yes.” he silently replied. He looked over to his left and saw that his dragon, as always, was right. He stared towards her, just as Ramoth flew up and tackled Her mate from above. He watched as his dragon and ramoth rolled over each other, down away from him. When he finally reached lessa, he scooped her up into his arms, celebrating the small victory of a clump of threads. He knew that this was her first time going out and searing threads, but he had watched her, and she had done just as well, if not better, than the Weyrwomen who had done it hundreds of times. He had never before seen a Weyrwoman so confident in herself, but then again he had. He had seen her, he had been there, when she tried to convince him that it was okay for her to go between for the first time. He had been there for her training, had been there all the times that she used her secret persuasive super power. No one had even dared question her after that.
“You did amazing!! It was like you had done it a million times before!”
“Well, some could argue on the topic…” Mnementh interrupted. Lessa laughed, like she always did when f’lar’s own dragon interrupted. F’lar looked at her now, an annoyed expression on his face, but softening as he watched her. He had been surprised and angry at her when she had admitted she could hear all the dragons, not just her own Ramoth. Not many people possess this skill, and he had certainly not expected a girl in her condition or place would. But here she was, laughing at something Mnementh had said about his comment.
“How dare you! Me and lessa where amazing! Maybe even better than you!!!!” Ramoth snickered.
“First of all, ‘Lessa and I’, not ‘Lessa and Me’. And second of all, no one does better than us!” Ramoth had to surrender to to that, but she did so giggling. Well, as well as a dragon can giggle. F’lar shook his head at the two, trying to keep the his own laugh from rising.
“You are really struggling.” F’lar whipped his head in Lessa’s direction.
“What?!” He could tell by the look on Lessa’s face she was planning something.
“Yes, and it’s really obvious!”
“I am not! I am not struggling with anything.” A cross a snort and deep laugh managed to escape his lips. Lessa burst into uncontrollable laughter, pulling him in with her.
“Okay, you caught me. But this was the first time I have ever struggled with anything!”
“Sure…” Lessa said in a sarcastic tone. She was SO good at doing that. It almost aggravated him. But there was no way he could be mad at her, not when he was laughing the way he was.
“Oh Lessa, you have so much to learn!”
“What do you mean? I already know everything!”
And the chuckles came again, emerging from his lips, lifting into the never ending sky above them.