Distantly, a series of flares shot into the sky. Soon answered by another short, but different sequence. The meaning of which Ayoona didn't have the faintest understanding of. But at least it told her that there was at least two search parties out there.
Probably more, as of-course they wouldn't give away the position of all of them to what..who, they were out on a hunt for. While pretty isolationist. Those nahanri weren't stupid, and pretty well known for some small, but highly trained private armies.
"Oh, you just had to go and make things this complicated..." The air pushed out of her throat by a sigh being snatched away by the fierce wi
An alternate tale of Dragonriders of Pern by WinterDragoness, literature
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An alternate tale of Dragonriders of Pern
As usual, the Hatching Sands were warm. Too warm for Mikan's liking. But not much that could be done about it, since they-
"We have to be here." Looking almost smug, and absolutely teasing, Lirkanteth's eyes whirled as he finished his rider's thoughts. The smallish brown leaning away just slightly as Mikan pushed at his shoulder.
"I know what I'm thinking. You don't need to say it for me," she said with a snort. Pushing away some strands of graying hair that'd fallen into her face at the movement. Time to get a haircut again, soon. "But yep."
"Just to spare you the effort." Ceasing his rather rusty-sounding hum, the brown tilted his mottle
Just as Yanarid said he would, he went quietly.
It happened as they sat by the fire, something they did often, as he didn't think any other source of heat would do. Not once did he have a kind word about the climate here, never mind that being indoors made the complaints redundant.
Not that she could disagree with his opinion on that, indoors or not.
For awhile they talked, and had another short argument on old differences of opinion. It had been some time since their last argument when the topic was brought up out of habit or when possible new sides and events came up.
That had lead into the relaxed silence of now, with the crackling fir
That Trader deserved it, no doubt in her mind.
Not for refusing to hire her. One reason being because she was a woman. Stupid though it was though, Tyrr had never been one to go and get irritable over oppinions like that. Waste of energy, it was, and other jobs were always there.
Being a jerk and a moron about it though, that's what got her ire. Especially when someone went after her reputation. Spreading the sort of talk that made others back out of hiring her too, there and then at least, even if they would later. Typical of some people like that really, being stupid to save face or something like it, even if they knew they were.
So Tyrr
Hatchings happened, at least a few every Turn. Maybe a little more than just a few now though, as the Weyr was rather full up on Queens. But common, or routine. That's something that few could say that it was. The dragon mood of welcome and happiness was too pervasive for just about anyone to resist. While it was going on at least.
After however, a woman was free to feel whatever she might. And if anything, it was a good occasion to excuse getting something real good, and probably strong, to drink.
And doing a few things that may be mildly regretted. Or much, like the usual drumming headache. Tilting her head back, looking away from the act
Distantly, a series of flares shot into the sky. Soon answered by another short, but different sequence. The meaning of which Ayoona didn't have the faintest understanding of. But at least it told her that there was at least two search parties out there.
Probably more, as of-course they wouldn't give away the position of all of them to what..who, they were out on a hunt for. While pretty isolationist. Those nahanri weren't stupid, and pretty well known for some small, but highly trained private armies.
"Oh, you just had to go and make things this complicated..." The air pushed out of her throat by a sigh being snatched away by the fierce wi
An alternate tale of Dragonriders of Pern by WinterDragoness, literature
Literature
An alternate tale of Dragonriders of Pern
As usual, the Hatching Sands were warm. Too warm for Mikan's liking. But not much that could be done about it, since they-
"We have to be here." Looking almost smug, and absolutely teasing, Lirkanteth's eyes whirled as he finished his rider's thoughts. The smallish brown leaning away just slightly as Mikan pushed at his shoulder.
"I know what I'm thinking. You don't need to say it for me," she said with a snort. Pushing away some strands of graying hair that'd fallen into her face at the movement. Time to get a haircut again, soon. "But yep."
"Just to spare you the effort." Ceasing his rather rusty-sounding hum, the brown tilted his mottle
Just as Yanarid said he would, he went quietly.
It happened as they sat by the fire, something they did often, as he didn't think any other source of heat would do. Not once did he have a kind word about the climate here, never mind that being indoors made the complaints redundant.
Not that she could disagree with his opinion on that, indoors or not.
For awhile they talked, and had another short argument on old differences of opinion. It had been some time since their last argument when the topic was brought up out of habit or when possible new sides and events came up.
That had lead into the relaxed silence of now, with the crackling fir
That Trader deserved it, no doubt in her mind.
Not for refusing to hire her. One reason being because she was a woman. Stupid though it was though, Tyrr had never been one to go and get irritable over oppinions like that. Waste of energy, it was, and other jobs were always there.
Being a jerk and a moron about it though, that's what got her ire. Especially when someone went after her reputation. Spreading the sort of talk that made others back out of hiring her too, there and then at least, even if they would later. Typical of some people like that really, being stupid to save face or something like it, even if they knew they were.
So Tyrr
Hatchings happened, at least a few every Turn. Maybe a little more than just a few now though, as the Weyr was rather full up on Queens. But common, or routine. That's something that few could say that it was. The dragon mood of welcome and happiness was too pervasive for just about anyone to resist. While it was going on at least.
After however, a woman was free to feel whatever she might. And if anything, it was a good occasion to excuse getting something real good, and probably strong, to drink.
And doing a few things that may be mildly regretted. Or much, like the usual drumming headache. Tilting her head back, looking away from the act
BLM Black lives Matter. If you don't agree please unfollow me, I don't want to be associated with racists and bigots. And if you can look at all the videos of horrific police brutality. Beating, macing and shooting peaceful protesters, journalists and medics. Not feel an immense sadness and rage, and justify it because of property damage? Then you can piss off too. ACAB. I'm just a white girl from Scotland but I'm trying to educate myself and do better. I don't have much money or a big following but I've tried to give what I can. I knew things in the states were bad but I've really had my eyes opened as to how bad they really were. Also learned some nasty shit about my own country. Which obviously wasn't perfect to begin with. So you might have noticed I've not been as active lately. I've been doing some other work. And in between that I've been (very slowly) trying to teach myself zbrushcore. I've been making myself a little crow but its still in the ugly stage so no wip pics for
Memento Mori: Mayhem. by WinterDragoness, literature
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Memento Mori: Mayhem.
Damn shame, it was. The old mech thought to himself where he carefully made his way through the now compromised base, grumbling internally where he couldn't do so out loud. Whether it might not have been heard in the sounds of what fighting there was above or not. Only a few desperate defenders still holding up against the attackers by the sounds of it. Most others being silent...or not so much so, fighting winding down, some of the more ruthless attackers were having their fun, yeah.
Fighter, soldier...whatever he'd been and enjoyed in the past. He'd grown used to the slagging Treaty, had turned out that there was some quieter passtimes tha
Some years ago, I bought an adoptable from someone here at Deviantart. But I've unfortunately forgotten from who. So if anyone knows the artist of this one, give me a poke?