<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847</id><updated>2011-11-22T17:30:18.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trekking in Pern...</title><subtitle type='html'>A Role Playing Blog in Anne McCaffrey's Dragonriders of Pern, Set in the middle of the 9th Pass...
This is a Journeywoman's trek through the exciting yet challenging world of PERN.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-263014447679917753</id><published>2011-11-22T17:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T17:30:18.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dragonlady has gone Between</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Author of Pern dies at 85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne McCaffrey, writer of the beloved Pern Series has passed Nov. 22, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;We will miss her. Her stories will forever be in our hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-263014447679917753?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/263014447679917753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=263014447679917753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/263014447679917753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/263014447679917753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2011/11/dragonlady-has-gone-between.html' title='The Dragonlady has gone Between'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-5879710866094702672</id><published>2010-06-16T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T06:40:05.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/TBjT6V07KLI/AAAAAAAAA3g/sRdLXF-jKMs/s1600/filbaro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/TBjT6V07KLI/AAAAAAAAA3g/sRdLXF-jKMs/s320/filbaro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483365545568577714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-5879710866094702672?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/5879710866094702672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=5879710866094702672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/5879710866094702672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/5879710866094702672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2010/06/clothing.html' title='Clothing'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/TBjT6V07KLI/AAAAAAAAA3g/sRdLXF-jKMs/s72-c/filbaro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-1320554397831375092</id><published>2009-05-25T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:27:51.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Between</title><content type='html'>My dear Alonzo gone forever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;between&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the most loyal companion ever to roam the world with me. He lived a fruitful life.&lt;br /&gt;Alonzo, I will miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-1320554397831375092?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/1320554397831375092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=1320554397831375092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/1320554397831375092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/1320554397831375092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2009/05/gone-between.html' title='Gone Between'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-4735676506004579272</id><published>2009-03-04T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:15:08.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hatchlings</title><content type='html'>Blindy gave birth. But only two survived. One brown and one blue. 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Sure, it's an adventure but tell me that again when Thread falls! Not a pretty picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My ox cart is lined with metal but my ox is not! I have to shelter in caves during Threadfall. It's so hard to count the schedules. It wasn't so accurate. Thank AIVAS it is now. From the Yokohama, they can detect where and when the Thread Ovums fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, moving along with my cart are five mischievous critters. Alonzo is my scout and guard-lizard. Peppi is my official bum. He's adorable, though. He also disposes of things for me. The only place he knows to go to is Harpers Hall and the ox cart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Blindy dropped off her batch of litters. Muning, Burburry and Domino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muning is an trouble-making brown. Burburry is a lovable green and Domino is a large gold. Strangely large considering her mother is so small. I am still wondering who the father is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Domino does not hang with the crew as often as Muning and Burburry. It is actually Aki's blue Oliver who lags along with us, hoping to get food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, I am with five at a time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most people get jealous. Some went to higher up Masters telling them I had five when Harpers Hall told me to hand over the eggs. Well, I tell them only two &lt;em&gt;looks&lt;/em&gt; to me. Two are strays and one is a hanger-on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jealous-much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-9028067761267798739?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/9028067761267798739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=9028067761267798739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/9028067761267798739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/9028067761267798739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2008/08/long-trail-with-some-tails.html' title='A long trail with some tails'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/SLptySxf_yI/AAAAAAAAAdc/N7tcsRyJKj8/s72-c/1CLOUDS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-111714594965291315</id><published>2008-08-21T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T01:08:06.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garbage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do the people of Pern get rid of their garbage?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess in the Weyrs, the weyrlings are tasked to go between and drop the junk. What about the holds and crafts?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It occurred to me that while the original people of Pern settled and wanted to create their perfect Utopia, their mirror of Medieval will eventually resemble Earth's Medieval world: Dirty and Stinky!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is why I have devised a scheme that would help the Holds and Craft Halls: Live Disposal Units.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup. For those who don't have Fire Lizards, you may have to hire your neighbor's Fire Lizard for this. We take your garbage and dump it between. Problem gone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alonzo, Peppi, Oliver and I will be there to assist ans instruct you! :-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh! Blindy's hatchlings are cute! Only three managed to live but they are healthy. Domino is a big gold but she flew and turned wild. Occasionally, she stops by for food. Burberry is only a green but is very affectionate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muning is a healthy brown and has the biggest eyes in his small little head. I think these two are a keeper! Addition to my fair of noisy, greedy dragonets!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-111714594965291315?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/111714594965291315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=111714594965291315&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/111714594965291315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/111714594965291315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2008/08/garbage.html' title='Garbage'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-852289186512513221</id><published>2008-06-03T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T00:26:05.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Think of Anything to Write...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/SETx7s6mBNI/AAAAAAAAAcM/2ThldsZmODU/s1600-h/writing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207553077118633170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/SETx7s6mBNI/AAAAAAAAAcM/2ThldsZmODU/s320/writing1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-852289186512513221?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/852289186512513221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=852289186512513221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/852289186512513221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/852289186512513221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2008/06/cant-think-of-anything-to-write.html' title='Can&apos;t Think of Anything to Write...'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/SETx7s6mBNI/AAAAAAAAAcM/2ThldsZmODU/s72-c/writing1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-7604615430847336760</id><published>2008-04-19T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:17:34.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things So Far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alonzo is out having an adventure with Earl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blindy is nursing her eggs with my sis, Diki Mar. She and Blindy are making sure these three eggs hatch and possibly get good handlers. She won't give me one for the Harpers Hall. Don't blame her. Blindy has one eye only. Hopefully, she won't carry these traits to her hatchlings. If they did, nobody will love them as much as Diki Mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aki Ria's Oliver is still hanging with me. He's a permanent fixture to my dining set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-7604615430847336760?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/7604615430847336760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=7604615430847336760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/7604615430847336760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/7604615430847336760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-so-far.html' title='Things So Far...'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-2663548016143574508</id><published>2008-04-17T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T02:25:42.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Peppi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peppi, or formally as Pepper, is my brown fire-lizard. My Alonzo is not only my scout and companion, he is also my living garbage disposal and egg collector. Wherry eggs for food and trade and fire-lizard eggs to sell and give to Harpers Hall. There is always a demand for these critters ever since F'nor impressed his. Years later, the fad is what tricks can yours do or what fashionable collars they wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, as the MasterHarper, Sebell has tasked all journeyman/women to hand over eggs. Being an underpaid Harper, I take half back to the hall and half to the market. I have to journey, circulate the HarperHall Edicts, messages and new music, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One faithful day in the coasts of Ista, Alonzo has brought the newly hatched Peppi. He was blotchy dark and light and spicy smelling so I called him Pepper then it kinda evolved to Peppi as the days gone by. First, I panicked! I took care of Alonzo with my sisters. Now, this little brown is keeling and thrashing about. It's wings were broken. I had a job to do and there was a fire-lizard wanting my attention. So, my lovable Alonzo took the time to feed, nurse and teach him. I'm glad it worked out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, I have two official Fire-Lizards and three trailing around me. Earl is always close by, popping in and out, to see if I can spare him some food. Blindy hangs out too. My sis sends her to me. Oliver, my other sis' fire-lizard always hangs around too just for the food. My nerdy sis at Landing is clearly not taking care of him. These lizards needs some time to bond with their owners and share some brain juice! This blue could sure use some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh, Blindy gave birth to three little eggs last week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-2663548016143574508?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/2663548016143574508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=2663548016143574508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/2663548016143574508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/2663548016143574508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2008/04/story-of-peppi.html' title='The Story of Peppi'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-1829865097282811399</id><published>2008-03-23T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:24:54.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Sand and Sun Protection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R-c59wFwf1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/dzptnrWWLCc/s1600-h/woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R-c59wFwf1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/dzptnrWWLCc/s400/woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181173629356900178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The time of summer is here. Sun! Sand! Warm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Warm but the heat of the sun is worse. You can't go between with a sunburn. It would get infected or worse. Light weight covering is always the best protection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Speaking of Summer, it's the time of the Fire-Lizard mating! My poor baby Alonzo is out and about looking for some golds and greens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Aki's little Oliver had reached a year now and is mature enough to hear a mating call. Poor Oliver. His tummy is too big and it makes him slow. He barely even flies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;He's not having a hard time flying after greens. But then what blue can? Greens at this part of Pern are fast. They are even faster in the South.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I think I need to find a trained green for him. Poor blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-1829865097282811399?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/1829865097282811399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=1829865097282811399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/1829865097282811399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/1829865097282811399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2008/03/summer-sand-and-sun-protection.html' title='Summer Sand and Sun Protection'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R-c59wFwf1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/dzptnrWWLCc/s72-c/woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-7176391315233660099</id><published>2008-02-28T19:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T19:26:46.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R8d7YjleriI/AAAAAAAAAVk/h7NWdwfLsLE/s1600-h/wave_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R8d7YjleriI/AAAAAAAAAVk/h7NWdwfLsLE/s400/wave_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172238358857821730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-7176391315233660099?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/7176391315233660099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=7176391315233660099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/7176391315233660099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/7176391315233660099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2008/02/facing-wind.html' title='Wave'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R8d7YjleriI/AAAAAAAAAVk/h7NWdwfLsLE/s72-c/wave_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-757464904206638239</id><published>2008-02-19T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T23:44:15.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With my Lizard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R7vaMWCayRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/s6yXNUAOq-s/s1600-h/in+the+waves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R7vaMWCayRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/s6yXNUAOq-s/s400/in+the+waves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168964902946785554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-757464904206638239?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/757464904206638239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=757464904206638239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/757464904206638239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/757464904206638239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2008/02/with-my-lizard.html' title='With my Lizard'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R7vaMWCayRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/s6yXNUAOq-s/s72-c/in+the+waves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-1885235350588279959</id><published>2008-02-12T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:44:58.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Thread</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Wheel and turn or bleed and burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Fly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;between&lt;/span&gt; blue and green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Soar, dive, down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Bronze and brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Dragonmen must fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;When threads are in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;dragonflight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-1885235350588279959?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/1885235350588279959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=1885235350588279959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/1885235350588279959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/1885235350588279959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2008/02/fighting-thread.html' title='Fighting Thread'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-2859263445770481511</id><published>2008-02-12T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:38:04.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Egg of Faranth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;By the Golden Egg of Faranth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;By the Weyrwoman wise and true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Breed a flight of Bronze and Brown Wing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Breed a flight of Green and Blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Breed Riders, strong and daring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Dragon-loving, born as hatched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Flight of hundred soaring skywards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Man and Dragon fully matched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Dragonflight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-2859263445770481511?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/2859263445770481511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=2859263445770481511&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/2859263445770481511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/2859263445770481511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2008/02/golden-egg-of-faranth.html' title='Golden Egg of Faranth'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-3323498948010067214</id><published>2008-02-08T03:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T03:40:13.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to Write</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R6w-mOKOyqI/AAAAAAAAAU0/VFwXK1JmPMU/s1600-h/writing_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R6w-mOKOyqI/AAAAAAAAAU0/VFwXK1JmPMU/s400/writing_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164571699044076194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As much as i would like to chronicle Pern, that can't be all that I do. There are so many things out there. So many possibilities!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So i am writing stories that might have occurred in Pern. i hope my readers have read Green Wing Rescue. I wrote it as possible things a dragonrider can do for the After. When Thread falls, what they would dragonriders do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Currently, I am writing about the felines. Felines, I think are misunderstood and are actually adorable creatures. Can't have all those dragons massacring them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Meow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;By the way, Alonzo is back from his little adventure. I think he went off to find some mates. What a stud! What a bronze!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-3323498948010067214?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3323498948010067214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=3323498948010067214&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/3323498948010067214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/3323498948010067214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-to-write.html' title='What to Write'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R6w-mOKOyqI/AAAAAAAAAU0/VFwXK1JmPMU/s72-c/writing_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-286350046944464208</id><published>2008-02-05T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:11:13.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to Worlds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Words, words, Turn into Worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Books, books, The one with no Crooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Fancy, fancy, In a world of Fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Blurry, blurry, Its a new Journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Words, words, Please turn into Worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Words, words, Come take me to Worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-286350046944464208?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/286350046944464208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=286350046944464208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/286350046944464208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/286350046944464208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2008/02/words-to-worlds.html' title='Words to Worlds'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-7100654855078544966</id><published>2008-01-30T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T02:19:58.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Wing Rescue</title><content type='html'>A Short Story from FanFiction.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Genre: Fantasy/Adventure&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Fiction Rated: K+&lt;br /&gt;Summary: A Rider and her green does not get along at all. When faced&lt;br /&gt;with the new roles after the 9th Pass, will they set their differences aside and&lt;br /&gt;save the South from devastation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URL: &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4040736/1/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4040736/1/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-7100654855078544966?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/7100654855078544966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=7100654855078544966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/7100654855078544966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/7100654855078544966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2008/01/green-wing-rescue.html' title='Green Wing Rescue'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-8447040354403981430</id><published>2008-01-25T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T19:20:51.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Duty Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sw0TBz1pMes&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sw0TBz1pMes&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a little something I found in YouTube.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-8447040354403981430?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/8447040354403981430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=8447040354403981430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/8447040354403981430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/8447040354403981430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2008/01/duty-song.html' title='The Duty Song'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-6722994117457821090</id><published>2008-01-25T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T05:13:27.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern Weyr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R5nb5OKOyeI/AAAAAAAAATU/Ng2fpw7YBJs/s1600-h/southernweyr_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R5nb5OKOyeI/AAAAAAAAATU/Ng2fpw7YBJs/s400/southernweyr_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159396624229648866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We got invited to Southern after our little visit to Cove Hold. The Weyr has had its improvement since the days of the Oldtimers. The history of Southern Weyr started 10 Turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R5ndzeKOygI/AAAAAAAAATk/ZP1vfe7c-pU/s1600-h/fnor_grall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R5ndzeKOygI/AAAAAAAAATk/ZP1vfe7c-pU/s200/fnor_grall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159398724468656642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s before the 9th&lt;/span&gt; Pass. F'lar sent F'nor and the Benden Weyrlings to grow up and train in the South. T'bor and Kylara are the Weyrleaders. Threadscored riders were sent to Southern to recuperate. F'nor was once sent there to recuperate from a wound. It was there he discovered Grall and the Fire-lizards. When the Oldtimers were banished, T'bor moved to High Reaches and T'kul and the rest who would not go with F'lar are sent to Southern. After the Fiasco at the open flight in Ista, D'ram took over the Southern Weyr. When he retired, young K'van flew the queen and became the new Weyrleader of Southern at age 19 Turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cousin of our invited us to watch a hatching. It was very emotional. People were happy and riders were born out of children. It was clearly a Harper moment. I didn't get a chance to sing. It was time other harpers sang.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R5ndy-KOyfI/AAAAAAAAATc/vjfOxZ68FUs/s1600-h/hatchling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R5ndy-KOyfI/AAAAAAAAATc/vjfOxZ68FUs/s200/hatchling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159398715878722034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody actually knowns how a dragon chooses its rider but a dragon never errs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pictures from Dragonlovers Guide to Pern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-6722994117457821090?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/6722994117457821090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=6722994117457821090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/6722994117457821090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/6722994117457821090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2008/01/southern-weyr.html' title='Southern Weyr'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R5nb5OKOyeI/AAAAAAAAATU/Ng2fpw7YBJs/s72-c/southernweyr_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-6405275407715369015</id><published>2008-01-20T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T04:53:36.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R5NCKmPpSdI/AAAAAAAAASo/ct9XuPLZsec/s1600-h/southern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R5NCKmPpSdI/AAAAAAAAASo/ct9XuPLZsec/s320/southern.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157538748101642706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harper Maity&lt;/span&gt;, my two sisters, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;wher-handler Mari and Comp-tech Aki Ria&lt;/span&gt; are having a vacation here in Southern Continent. We first went to Southern Hold to brush up on relatives living there and are now in Paradise River. I shall show them Cove Hold next week. Was there last time and I had fun with some friends. Industry is booming even with the MasterHarper gone. We will miss him. His place hold lots of sentimental values and values in resources too. Lord Jaxom frequents there with his family. It's nice to see them from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R5NCLWPpSeI/AAAAAAAAASw/1syRpTp2BLo/s1600-h/dikifish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R5NCLWPpSeI/AAAAAAAAASw/1syRpTp2BLo/s320/dikifish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157538760986544610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Packtail and Yellow Fin. Diki Mari with fishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-6405275407715369015?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/6405275407715369015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=6405275407715369015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/6405275407715369015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/6405275407715369015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2008/01/sisters-vacation.html' title='Sisters Vacation'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R5NCKmPpSdI/AAAAAAAAASo/ct9XuPLZsec/s72-c/southern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-1182858365572959591</id><published>2008-01-16T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T05:19:19.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Sing, not concertize. The voice only is important now, not how you mask vocal inadequacies with pleasant strummings and clever harmony. I want to hear the voice. It is the voice we communicate with, the voice which utters the words we seek to impress on men's minds, the voice which evokes emotional response; tears, laugher, senses. Your voice in the most important, most complex, most amazing instrument of all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-- Master Shonagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-1182858365572959591?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/1182858365572959591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=1182858365572959591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/1182858365572959591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/1182858365572959591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2008/01/voice.html' title='The Voice'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-7197833857167509481</id><published>2008-01-03T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T22:34:48.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rough South</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R323gmPpSLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WKq6h2FhZpw/s1600-h/ss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R323gmPpSLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WKq6h2FhZpw/s320/ss.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151475319431579826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;To survive the Southern Continent, one must always be prepared. Prepared in mind, body and equipment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;South was always known as a hostile land for almost 2000 Turns. There are wild bugs, big felines that don't hesitate to kill even a dragon and of course, the falling threat of Thread. For Thread, the problem has been remedied. D'ram reorganized Southern Weyr and is now headed by K'van. Young as he may be, he is very competent. Imagine the smallest dragonboy to become the youngest Weyrleader!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Of course Eastern Weyr at Monaco is headed by T'gellan, once from Benden. He will not let a single thread pass his territory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;For jungle areas with no Weyr near, that would be a problem. There is vegetation to feed Thread and so, you need to find a body of water fast! That is why i have a rain coat lined with a sheet of metal on one side. Just in case I get caught off guard. Adequate food must be packed and packed well. Not all fruits are edible out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;My sis calls me a walking supply cabin. I have everything I need in a giant bag I carry around. One will never know what one will need out there. After all, it is Southern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-7197833857167509481?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/7197833857167509481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=7197833857167509481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/7197833857167509481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/7197833857167509481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2008/01/rough-south.html' title='A Rough South'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R323gmPpSLI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WKq6h2FhZpw/s72-c/ss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-3464218294195651829</id><published>2007-12-31T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T06:42:52.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of a Turn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yes, it is another end of a Turn and I am still wandering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Perhaps I should rename my site to Wandering Harper. But This year was a journey. I hope I continue to have adventures in my 2nd turn as Harper Journeywoman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pern is a big place. I will roam it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-3464218294195651829?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3464218294195651829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=3464218294195651829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/3464218294195651829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/3464218294195651829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/12/end-of-turn.html' title='End of a Turn!'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-9025515958177695192</id><published>2007-12-22T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T19:04:31.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Southern</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Yes, I am back in the Southern Continent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;And it is so very hot here. I don't know how anybody's hide can stand it. My Alonzo is back in Harpers Hall. What is he doing there? Raiding the kitchen, what else? Since I had to take limited packs with me, Alonzo doesn't want to carry anything and he can't exist without tons of food. I even left my herd beast there and my trusty wagon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Aki is expecting me at Landing in about a week. So I have time to kill. I am a currently in Cove Hold and will be taking a ship to Paradise River. A Green was so kind to offer a dragonback ride next week to Landing. Of course in exchange for my Fire-lizard snack recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I should have been a trader. It's in my blood but the Harpering ways hath called me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Anyways, it was a chance to travel. (Courtesy of Harpers Hall. hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, off to tanning my hidebound booty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-9025515958177695192?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/9025515958177695192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=9025515958177695192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/9025515958177695192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/9025515958177695192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-to-southern.html' title='Back to Southern'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-184482626970320429</id><published>2007-11-27T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T19:46:45.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire-Lizard Itch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R0zj5A78QYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/A_MC-yTIFNQ/s1600-h/itchy!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137731843566354818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R0zj5A78QYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/A_MC-yTIFNQ/s320/itchy!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There seems to be an outbreak of itchy irritation on fire-lizards. my Alonzo is suffering from ghastly itches. His neck is rubbed raw from scratching. Turtle and Blindy caught it too. It looks like an epidemic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oliver acquired a bit on his back and since he loves to rub himself on Aki's legs while she's in front of the computers in Landing, Aki caught it on her knees! She says it itches like crazy. And i can see from the lumps and dots that it is bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-184482626970320429?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/184482626970320429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=184482626970320429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/184482626970320429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/184482626970320429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/11/fire-lizard-itch.html' title='Fire-Lizard Itch!'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/R0zj5A78QYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/A_MC-yTIFNQ/s72-c/itchy!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-6568826137211396093</id><published>2007-11-02T02:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T02:43:38.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pepper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RyrvV615JxI/AAAAAAAAANo/elEQkIpVHB8/s1600-h/peppi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RyrvV615JxI/AAAAAAAAANo/elEQkIpVHB8/s400/peppi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128174285566322450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is my new fire-lizard Pepper. He is a very spicy brown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pepper's egg was found by Alonzo. He lugged it around and brought it to me. I hoped it wouldn't be another blue like Oliver. Thank goodness, it was a brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pepper is not so smart but he is very affectionate. More than Alonzo. Alonzo is only super affectionate if nobody is looking. Pepper doesn't mind being cuddled and hugged. He loves to eat (anything at all! Like a mini Watch-wher, he eats anything!) and he like being scratched on the star on his head. It's his little birth mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepper's task is usually to ferry letters to Harpers Hall. Alonzo's task is greater because he's smarter. Alonzo takes letters home and other unknown places. He hunts to small game to eat and makes sure there are no tunnel snakes.&lt;br /&gt;Pepper is my barometer. When he hides inside the wagon, I know it's going to rain. When he starts to sniff the cans and the pantry, it's lunch time. He also annoys Oliver whenever he comes popping between. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-6568826137211396093?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/6568826137211396093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=6568826137211396093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/6568826137211396093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/6568826137211396093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/11/pepper.html' title='Pepper'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RyrvV615JxI/AAAAAAAAANo/elEQkIpVHB8/s72-c/peppi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-2520273581975995771</id><published>2007-10-31T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T06:43:50.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brush with the Holdless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Perhaps I am a bit discriminating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm not supposed to be. I'm a Harper but I can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There I was, with Alonzo and my newest Pepper (AKA Peppi-kins) giving alms to the holdless. They stole a bucket from my wagon. They tried to take everything I had. Perhaps Alonzo scared them. he does look vicious. With two Fire-lizards, I do look protected. I could always send one back to my parents and another in Harper's Hall for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The point is, they are unruly, undisciplined and ungroomed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Perhaps it's because of the lack of education. Harpers and lessons are hard to come by and even if one gets sen their way, the Harper's Hall don't usually send adequate Harpers. One Harper for seventy children of different ages. How can they learn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why don't the parents discipline them and teach them something besides getting even, stealing and tricking people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is to blame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Is it the parents who teach their young bad things or teach nothing at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Is it Harpers Hall who fail to supply enough Harpers to the holdless? Because they favor the Major Holds and Weyr first before Holdless and small Holds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Is it the Lord Holders'? They should have taken steps for the holdless and the family of the Shunned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Is it the Dragonriders? They always hold themselves aloof to these people and their reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-2520273581975995771?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/2520273581975995771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=2520273581975995771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/2520273581975995771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/2520273581975995771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/10/brush-with-holdless.html' title='Brush with the Holdless'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-616047547810439138</id><published>2007-10-24T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:32:04.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragon's Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Pages from the 2nd Interval, 483 After Landing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversations/Scenes coming from Master Harper Zist, Ex-dragonrider Mikal and 3 year old mute, Pellar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Mikal placed three pots of paint down in between himself and Pellar. He raised his still-upright finger somehwat higher, arched his eyebrow, and made  his finger dive into one of the open pots as if it were the head and neck of a flying creature. Pellar smiled and his eyes danced at the ex-dragonrider's antics. Mikal's finger zoomed out of the pot with a small dab of yellow paint. Still holding his finger upright, Mikal nodded encouragingly to Pellar.&lt;br /&gt;        Pellar smiled and raised the same finger on his own hand. Mikal nodded again. Gleefully, Pellar thrust his finger into a different pot and zoomed it up again, his finger bright with thick red paint.&lt;br /&gt;       Silently, Mikal ran his finger over the ground, leaving a yellow snake on the white stone floor. With a grin, Mikal rubbed his red tipped finger over the part of the yellow snake, creating an orange blob. Pellar saw the color change and, with little encouragement from Mikal, picked up a trace of Mikal’s yellow and rubbed it on his red snake to create a duplicate orange spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       “Can you draw me a picture of yourself?” Mikal asked. “Use any color.”&lt;br /&gt;       Inspired, Pellar produced a multicolored self-portrait in the way of all those who were only three years old back on the long-forgotten Earth would have done—complete with arms sticking out of heads. The mouth in the big round head was upturned and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;       “Great! Could you draw me, too?” Mikal asked.&lt;br /&gt;       Pellar happily complied.&lt;br /&gt;       “I see my mouth is pointing down,” Mikal remarked of the finished drawing. “Are you saying I’m sad?”&lt;br /&gt;       Pellar nodded.&lt;br /&gt;      “Why is that?” Mikal asked. In response, Pellar combined all three color onto one finger tip and drew a brown shape—a long sinewy line crossed by another gull-shaped line.&lt;br /&gt;       “Zist, get in here!” Mikal called. Harper Zist traced inside, looking back and forth from Pellar to Mikal. “Did you tell him I was a dragonrider?”&lt;br /&gt;       “It may have come out,” Zist Admitted.&lt;br /&gt;       “Did you tell him the color of my dragon?” Mikal pointed to one drawing.&lt;br /&gt;       “No. I don’t think so,” Zist said, examining the drawing himself. “Come to think of it, I don’t think I ever knew myself.”&lt;br /&gt;       “Mmm,” Mikal grunted. He looked at Pellar and pointed at the drawing. “Is that my dragon?”&lt;br /&gt;        Pellar nodded, eyes sad.&lt;br /&gt;       “How did you know what color to paint it?” Mikal asked.&lt;br /&gt;        Pellar raised a paint-covered finger and gently pointed at Mikal’s eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-616047547810439138?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/616047547810439138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=616047547810439138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/616047547810439138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/616047547810439138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/10/dragons-fire.html' title='Dragon&apos;s Fire'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-5147121466162433179</id><published>2007-10-23T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:09:58.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firestone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I never knew Firestone was so hard to mine. It's the strangest mineral I've ever encountered. If this phospine bearing rock meets a spark of contacts with water, it explodes. Strange mineral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Only the shunned people mine firestone. It's is very hard to mine and very dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;In the 2nd interval, there is only one firestone mine left on Pern. Until Miner Cristov, High Reaches Wingleader D'vin, Harper Kindan, Harper Pellar and Halla found a new type of Firestone. it was the Firestone where the Fire-lizard got their name from. It was not the highly volatile rock that hurts the dragon's throat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This mineral is found near shorelines. The sea probably turned it blue-greenish in color. The dragons must take time to chew but it sustains a longer flame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-5147121466162433179?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/5147121466162433179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=5147121466162433179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/5147121466162433179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/5147121466162433179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/10/firestone.html' title='Firestone'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-1457534189658615578</id><published>2007-10-15T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:50:13.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make your own Klah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to make your own Earth-Brew Klah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a Mug of Hot water, add the following: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon coffee&lt;br /&gt;Dunk a bag of Tea (Preferably English breakfast)&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon chocolate syrup or powder&lt;br /&gt;A dash of Cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon sugar (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121776033306747746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RxQ0Knxbo2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/kKC6GNDMqGQ/s320/cup.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stir... then enjoy while warm!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Klah is the drink the Pernese drink when the coffee reserves were no more. it is high in caffeine and gives the same effect as cooffee and tea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is polite to offer Klah to visitors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Image from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.1clipart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;www.1clipart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-1457534189658615578?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/1457534189658615578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=1457534189658615578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/1457534189658615578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/1457534189658615578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/10/make-your-own-klah.html' title='Make your own Klah!'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RxQ0Knxbo2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/kKC6GNDMqGQ/s72-c/cup.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-9187551070028507181</id><published>2007-08-01T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:20:38.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are There Dinosaurs in Pern?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Makes me wonder, are there ancient beasts in Pern? The Fire-Lizards do look like dinosaurs flying. Or for people originating from Earth, that is. Are there ancient beasts who once roamed the world of the dragons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;The Dragons and Watch-whers are bio-engineered. Felines, runner beasts, herd beasts and canines were brought by the colonist. Were there creatures that failed to evolve and died out? Are there evidences left? Or did Thread eat all of the evidences?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;It just makes me wonder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093968452657097506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RrFpUZWsKyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/vj6lNnGgFow/s320/r3324204384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Image from: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/photos/ss/events/sc/081403dinosfossils/im:/070719/ids_photos_ts/r3324204384.jpg;_ylt=AmEX_1KqIG7ktw47EODwXolsaMYA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/photos/ss/events/sc/081403dinosfossils/im:/070719/ids_photos_ts/r3324204384.jpg;_ylt=AmEX_1KqIG7ktw47EODwXolsaMYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-9187551070028507181?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/9187551070028507181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=9187551070028507181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/9187551070028507181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/9187551070028507181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/08/are-there-dinosaurs-in-pern.html' title='Are There Dinosaurs in Pern?'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RrFpUZWsKyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/vj6lNnGgFow/s72-c/r3324204384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-6985604484473245122</id><published>2007-07-30T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:25:23.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 toes plus 4 toes is to 10!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I noticed something Unusual in Alonzo. Different from the other Fire-Lizards. Alonzo has 6 claws in front and 4 only in his hind legs. Weird.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then again, I know my Lonzo is a special lamby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093227351755205394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rq7HSpWsKxI/AAAAAAAAAJo/blyuX-Q_GTE/s400/lonzohead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was very sweet the other night. Curling up to me leg and begging for a head stratch. Wonder what got into him. Maybe he did something wrong. Perhaps I better see if something was amiss in the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-6985604484473245122?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/6985604484473245122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=6985604484473245122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/6985604484473245122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/6985604484473245122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/07/6-toes-plus-4-toes-is-to-10.html' title='6 toes plus 4 toes is to 10!'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rq7HSpWsKxI/AAAAAAAAAJo/blyuX-Q_GTE/s72-c/lonzohead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-3460854799813054518</id><published>2007-07-11T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T20:38:11.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harper Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RpWbafUTFwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VRAUvatuXf8/s1600-h/harper_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086142233570383618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RpWbafUTFwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VRAUvatuXf8/s400/harper_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Clothing in Pern are have variety. Women are not constrained to wearing skirts and gowns all the time. Though there is a Medieval feel to the world, it actually is not. Thanks to Dragonrider culture, it is not uncommon for women to be in tunics and trousers. For me, I love dresses and skirts. Makes me all girly. Of course, on the road, I stick to trousers of hoses. It makes everything easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'm glad for the AIVAS Technology. The technicians were able to supply Weavers Hall a compendium of patterns in which clothes can efficiantly be made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Now, Collars are decorating necklines and cuts are more flattering. Even Alonzo agrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-3460854799813054518?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3460854799813054518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=3460854799813054518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/3460854799813054518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/3460854799813054518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/07/harper-me.html' title='Harper Me'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RpWbafUTFwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VRAUvatuXf8/s72-c/harper_09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-4182752779462065073</id><published>2007-07-04T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:43:25.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Benden Hold and Weyr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Contrary to popular belief, Benden Weyr was not established by Admiral Paul Benden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;The creater to be known as the 2nd Weyr was discovered by Goldrider Torene Ostrovsky. Following the death of 3 queens who fought during a mating flight, Sorka and Sean Connel realized Fort Weyr was indeed getting too crowded. With a handful of friends, Torene was given permission to go to the site and establish it. The condition for Weyrwoman and her Weyrleader was that the first queen to fly would be Weyrwoman and the dragon who flies, its rider comes Weyrleader thus tradition started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Later, the wine growers of Iyrne Isle went to establish themselves at the North Continent and stayed at what was now Benden Weyr. Thus, the good wines cam from Benden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;During one of Lord Jaxom's visit, he and young F'lessan encountered a secret laboratory near the hatching ground. It was later found out that this room was used to create a cure for dragon plague. This room was done during M'hall's time by Emora, Wind Blossom's daughter. Two sick Fire-Lizards journeyed to 50 years after Landing and were discovered that dragons can get sick of the Plague too. Emora and her team made sure that equipments and manuals were stored in Benden Weyr so that the dragons could be saved. Emora, as head of the College (Harper's Hall) made the drum sequence like the PNA sequence of Dragons' blood. At the Third Pass, Lorana, Harper Kindan and the rest who were desperate to save the dragons were able to create the cure and save the dragons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trivia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Admiral Paul Benden is the leader of the colonists who came to Pern. he was the hero of the Nathi wars and wished to live a peaceful life after the long battles. he did have a short love encounter with Avril Bitra during the flight to Pern but he married Ju Adjai. His descendant rule Fort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mihall Connel of M'hall to the dragons was the son of Sean and Sorka. He was first Weyrleader of Benden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Torene Ostrovsky's parents were geologists. That was why she was able to assess Benden Weyr as a good site. Her queen Alaranth is the first queen of Benden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;By the 9th Pass, Benden Weyr leads most of the other Weyrs. F'lar, Mnementh's rider, made sure to unify the Weyrs even if they are autonomous to Holds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Lorana might be F'lar's ancestress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-4182752779462065073?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/4182752779462065073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=4182752779462065073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/4182752779462065073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/4182752779462065073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/07/benden-hold-and-weyr.html' title='Benden Hold and Weyr'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-1678558964907980764</id><published>2007-06-28T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T19:52:33.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RoRzbWefY_I/AAAAAAAAAII/SJOiMqh7zfM/s1600-h/lonzo001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081313193307890674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RoRzbWefY_I/AAAAAAAAAII/SJOiMqh7zfM/s320/lonzo001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sun is called Rukbat. It is a G Type Star in the Sagitarrian Sector.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Here is my little Alonzo flying above the cliffs. I should get myself a new assignment. Alonzo is getting restless and so am I. Pern is a big planet to discover and there are more adventures waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-1678558964907980764?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/1678558964907980764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=1678558964907980764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/1678558964907980764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/1678558964907980764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-sun.html' title='To The Sun'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RoRzbWefY_I/AAAAAAAAAII/SJOiMqh7zfM/s72-c/lonzo001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-8454721146296826557</id><published>2007-06-24T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T18:05:45.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Fort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rn8THQVLcQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0zTNzhfLphA/s1600-h/forthold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079799920061018370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rn8THQVLcQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0zTNzhfLphA/s400/forthold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;This is Fort Hold. Although this picture was drawn during the 6th Pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;(Picture from Nerilka Book)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Fort is the Largest and Oldest Hold made in the North. It was established by Admiral Paul Benden and Governor Boll. After fleeing the South, they established a unified stronghold in the North beside a crater to be known as Fort Weyr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Harpers Hall was beside it and it was known at the College. Soon, it separated into Harpers Hall and the Healers Hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;At present, Lord Groghe and his numerous sons hold Fort. N'ton is the Weyrleader of Fort Weyr. MasterHarper Sebell is Master Harper of Harpers Hall and Master Oldive is Master Healer of Healers Hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Facts and Trivia:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Admiral Benden did not establish Benden Weyr or Hold. He was fond of wine and had a vineyard in the South but the wine growers of Irne Island were the ones who moved to establish Benden Hold. Benden Weyr was established by Weyrwoman Torene as the second Weyr. Sorka and Sean Connel's Son M'hall became Weyrleader. It was here that the tradition of queen being flown started. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-8454721146296826557?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/8454721146296826557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=8454721146296826557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/8454721146296826557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/8454721146296826557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-in-fort.html' title='Back in Fort'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rn8THQVLcQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0zTNzhfLphA/s72-c/forthold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-8546304979089547402</id><published>2007-06-21T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:34:15.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mating Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rns_AQVLcPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oyNmpOfTrO8/s1600-h/feeding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078722278406713586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rns_AQVLcPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oyNmpOfTrO8/s320/feeding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Blindy seems to be clutching. Alonzo is chasing every gold and green he can find. Even Blindy! He went back to Tillek after her. Oh, Alonzo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;My sis is running around after the pair. She wants to protect her precious Blindy (She's her Fire-Lizard) while making sure Alonzo is Ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alonzo and I are distant ever time its mating season. H's after the next flying thing his way. He is also a bit distracted. He'll come around. I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Alonzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-8546304979089547402?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/8546304979089547402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=8546304979089547402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/8546304979089547402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/8546304979089547402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/06/mating-season.html' title='Mating Season'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rns_AQVLcPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oyNmpOfTrO8/s72-c/feeding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-6778151104793902742</id><published>2007-06-20T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T21:54:48.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragon Fighting Thread with His Rider</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RnoECgVLcNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/L-vt7VyrsmQ/s1600-h/dragon002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078375970898669778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RnoECgVLcNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/L-vt7VyrsmQ/s400/dragon002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-6778151104793902742?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/6778151104793902742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=6778151104793902742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/6778151104793902742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/6778151104793902742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/06/dragon-fighting-thread-with-his-rider.html' title='Dragon Fighting Thread with His Rider'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RnoECgVLcNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/L-vt7VyrsmQ/s72-c/dragon002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-8539888091767910170</id><published>2007-06-19T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T20:29:35.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smallest Dragonboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Before he became Weyrleader K'van of Southern Weyr, he was Keevan of Benden Weyr. A Weyrbred lad minded by his foster mother Mende. His father is Brownrider K'last. Keevan wanted to become like his father. K'last was a well respected brownrider and he was tall too. Something Keevan was not. He was small for a 12 year old and barely made it to become a weyrling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Beterli, a bully who's been to 8 hatching and never impressed put too much pressure on the boy. Bullied him to the point of breaking his legs and head. Poor Keevan. Hatching time and he was bedridden. This was the most devastating day of his life. Beterli was sent away of course because that was not an attitude for the Weyr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Keevan knew in his guts he had to impress this hatching. he had to prove himself. He needed a friend who would love him unconditionally and be his companion for life. He hobbled to the hatching ground with bandaged head and hurting splint leg but he made it. When he got to the hatching ground, all dragons were out of thier shell and he felt too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Lessa and F'lar shook their heads. 40 eggs but 39 impressed. The last bronze didn't want any of the 70 candidates present. He was looking for someone, someone in the shadows. It Keevan or now K'van. He was found by Heth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Later, we find the pair rescuing Aramina in The Girl Who Heard Dragons and Renegades of Pern. K'van became Weyrleader of Southern at 19 years old, the youngest in record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;How dragons choose, nobody knows. It certainly not the way Kitti Ping and Wind Blossom tried to make them. It was something innate and developed within the species. Anyone could impress a Fire-Lizard. Watch-Whers can be tricky to impress but they can change people to look to. Dragons are meant for their riders and the riders and the dragon become one. They develop certain similarities and take on a human voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-8539888091767910170?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/8539888091767910170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=8539888091767910170&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/8539888091767910170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/8539888091767910170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/06/smallest-dragonboy.html' title='The Smallest Dragonboy'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-2420487463409531694</id><published>2007-06-14T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T21:28:30.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no, not a bible character&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no, not a she either. Ruth is a male, a male dragon to be precise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;Ruth is the only white dragon ever in Anne's World. Apart from Ramoth, Ruth is the most important dragon in all of Pern. Ramoth is the largest and Ruth, the smallest but he has his role.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;Ruth is from Ramoth's clutch. He was the last to be hatched. If fact, he was not supposed to be hatched. It seems Ruth's egg condition was not uncommon. What was uncommon is for a Lord holder to smash the egg and release Ruth. Small dragons died when they don't come out of the shell. It seems that Ruth was suffocated thus turned him small and white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;But according to N'ton, he is the combination of all colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076143163430367362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RnIVUAVLcII/AAAAAAAAAHA/sel6dSRQaUM/s320/ruth2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Boy and his Dragon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;It was that eventful day in the Hatching ground when young Lord Jaxom smashed the last remaining egg when it stopped rocking. Ingrained in his head a respect for dragon riders, Jaxom wanted to save the dragon. He got impressed instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;So, is the dragon the man and the man the dragon? Ruth was smashed out of his shell and Jaxom ripped from his dead mother's womb. They have an incredible bond and they can relate to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Politics and Ruth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;Lessa abdicated her right to Jaxom and she made sure Felessan was Weyrbred. She ensured Jaxom will continue the Ruathan Blood Line. When he impressed, there was trouble. Was he to remain in Benden? Was he to go to Fort since Ruatha is beholden to Fort Weyr? How was he to remain Lord Holder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;It was Lord Warder Lytol who made sure Jaxom stay to become Lord of Ruatha. It seems Ruth was just a sport dragon and would probably die and who better to help Jaxom through it that Lord Lytol himself who lost is beloved Brown Larth. So Ruth was allowed to be raised and Jaxom continue to be Lord Holder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;Years later, Ruth won't die and he proved to be the most valuable dragon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruth's Skills&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;He always knows &lt;em&gt;When&lt;/em&gt; he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;Being small, he is agile. (A head bigger than a runner beat but good proportions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;All Fire-Lizards seems to be attracted to him and they tell him anything and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;He has no trouble talking to people and is not very possessive. (Jaxom is not too possessive of him either)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruth and his Conquests&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;Ruth has significant roles and a lot of small ones too of course. His significant roles changed Pern forever. Because of his abilities, he was able to silence his critiques.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;In White Dragon, he saved Ramoth's egg and prevented a dragon against dragon fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;He was able to locate D'ram 25 years back in Southern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;Although Jancis and Piemur discovered the Admin building where AIVAS was, it was Ruth and Jaxom who found the Landing site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;In All the Wyer's of Pern, he led two groups back in time and into the Red Star to blow it out of orbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-2420487463409531694?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/2420487463409531694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=2420487463409531694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/2420487463409531694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/2420487463409531694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/06/ruth.html' title='Ruth'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RnIVUAVLcII/AAAAAAAAAHA/sel6dSRQaUM/s72-c/ruth2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-3808565117137933827</id><published>2007-06-14T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:37:15.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire-Lizard Biscuits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;My little recipe for Fire-lizard Biscuits required the tastiest fish from Tillek. A bit of storm has rocked too much boat. Mom sent a couple of Packtail for Alonzo but he refuses. He wants RedFin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Man, this is a tough, dragonette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Fish is fish, Alonzo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Hmmmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-3808565117137933827?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3808565117137933827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=3808565117137933827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/3808565117137933827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/3808565117137933827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/06/fire-lizard-crackers.html' title='Fire-Lizard Biscuits'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-1094778998480064068</id><published>2007-06-12T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T19:37:28.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruatha Hold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As long as I'm here, I went on to document as much as I could. Master Sebell thinks we could do with a bit of modernization in our records. So I must record the records. Redundant? Yes. Record them and feed it into the computers to immortalize them. MasterPrinter Tagetarl can make a bound copy called books. This can be widely available and people anywhere can read about anything around Pern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, let us begin with Ruatha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075371327742505074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rm9XVQVLcHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1Jy9fsW4IBI/s320/ruatha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(picture from Nerilka Book)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ruatha is the second Hold to be established. During the first Pass, Fort Hold can no longer accommodate the growing population of people and runner beast. Red Haranhan, Sorka Haranhan's father, was a vet and he bred good runner beasts. He established Ruatha and named it such. Now we know why the greatest runner beasts can be found in Ruatha. &lt;em&gt;Rua&lt;/em&gt; is the old terran Irish language meant Red and &lt;em&gt;Atha&lt;/em&gt; mean ford. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red's ford&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For those you don't know, Sorka Haranhan was the girl who discovered the fire-lizard together with future husband and weyleader Sean Connell. Sorka's Faranth is the first senior queen. Sorka and Sean's son, M'hall, became Benden Weyrleader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Notable ancestor were Lord Alessan and Lady Nerilka. Lord Alessan was the lover of the great Moreta, Weyrwoman of Fort Weyr in the 6th Pass. It was during the plague years when Nerilka journeyed to Ruatha to help with the plague. She disguised herself as a drudge and worked as a nurse in Ruatha. her origin was Fort Hold but her father, Lord Tolocamp, refused to help and shut Fort to prevent the Plague.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When Moreta died, Alessan wanted to die too. Nerilka urged him to live if only to give Ruatha sons and duaghters to be heir. He bargained that he would live to such point if only Nerilka would mother his children. Shocked, it was then that Alessan revealed that he knew who the strong willed drudge was. She was no other that Lady Nerilkaof Fort who Alessa's 1st wife knew. Alessan's 1st wife was Nerilka's best friend. She had a talent in sketching. Alessan saw a lot of sketched about Nerilka so it was impossible to fool him. He knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nerilka agreed if only to help Ruatha but she was such a devoted wife and lady holder. Alessan couldn't ignore that. Alessan's sister Oklina was searched and she impressed a queen. From that moment on, Alessan's eyes opened and he was no longer sad. He and Nerilka lived happily and they had lots of children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075370704972247138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="479" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rm9WxAVLcGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/olxIR3PMA1U/s320/nerilka.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the 8th interval, Fax, the self-proclaimed Lord of Seven Holds, invaded Ruatha and killed all of the Blood except Lessa who hid in the Watch-wher's lair and Aramina's mother (Lessa's cousin) who ran away and became a holdless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Near the 9th Pass, Lord F'lar came on search. Canth and Mnementh could feel a strong power within the Hold and F'lar was sure there was still a person of the Blood. With Lesa's strong Telepathic powers, she made such the tension in the room led to a fight and F'lar would triumph. But this also causes Lady Gemma's water bag to break. She dies but Young Lord Jaxom was ripped from her stomach and saved. Lord F'lar gave Lessa a better option than be Lady Holder of a crumbling Hold. She was to be a weyrwoman and save Pern from Thread. So Lord F'lar took Lessa to Benden where she impressed Ramoth and the rest is Pernese History.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-1094778998480064068?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/1094778998480064068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=1094778998480064068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/1094778998480064068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/1094778998480064068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/06/ruatha-hold.html' title='Ruatha Hold'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rm9XVQVLcHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1Jy9fsW4IBI/s72-c/ruatha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-7494775906063350283</id><published>2007-06-12T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T19:08:49.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rm9P-gVLcFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/moaC88w2aKY/s1600-h/feeding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075363240319086674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rm9P-gVLcFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/moaC88w2aKY/s320/feeding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Poor Alonzo, just a jealous bug. Ruth can't reason with him. Alonzo is just too possessive and quite Territorial too. I told Lord Jaxom to tell Ruth that he could be Fire-Lizard psychologist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Nights in Ruatha are fun. Food is good and the fires are warm. Lonzo has no trouble picking a good comfy mat to lie in. Sometimes, he even snuggles on the cot with me. My sleeping furs would stink of Alonzo. But that's alright. I like the smell of Alonzo. That's how you'd know if you like Fire-lizards and fire-lizards like you. You get on with their smell. It's spicy and musky but smells like a baby too. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;After a nice long diner and some songs, I was glad to entertain my host's children. They are quite excited about the tales I tell of my travel and the old Earth that I learned from the AIVAS machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;I told them my sis, Aki wanted to recreate a sort of AIVAS. It's a far shot but humans just really want to make things possible because they can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Take the dragons. Because it can be done, so it was done. Of course, it was also an essential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-7494775906063350283?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/7494775906063350283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=7494775906063350283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/7494775906063350283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/7494775906063350283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-little-baby.html' title='My Little Baby'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rm9P-gVLcFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/moaC88w2aKY/s72-c/feeding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-2549208077227206834</id><published>2007-06-11T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:48:07.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Friendship?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Earl and Alonzo are fighting. Earl comes by a lot but they pick a fight all the time. I don't know why. I don't see who started it first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;So, I asked MasterHarper Sebell if he could assign me some temporary work at Ruatha. Maybe I can ask Lord Jaxom to ask Ruth to bespeak my Fire-Lizards. That may give me answers and maybe mediate between. Them. Menolly seems fine with that. Her Beauty and other bronzes are keeping away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075047384129171490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rm4wtQVLcCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NlPuU9hHdsQ/s400/ruatha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Photo Scanned from Nerilka Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah... a new frontier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruatha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Ford of Red Haranhan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So, off I go for a good two Sevenday assignment to bring new songs and document a census. Harpers can do that for records' sake. Lord Jaxom doesn't mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075047388424138802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rm4wtgVLcDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/T66ZwcAcRwU/s400/ruth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Alonzo seems to respect Ruth. Yup. He did confide to Ruth who told Jaxom who told me. But honestly, I think I can somehow catch Ruth's thoughts just a tad bit. He is quite candid on who to speak. Also his emotions can be seem. That is, if you can call dragons emotions as such. He is quite a fine dragon. The very, very best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Ok, Alonzo and Earl's problem: Jealousy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Alonzo is jealous because Earl always visits me and gets a share f his food. No, silly! I always give you a big chunk and give extra to Earl! Jelly Lonzo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Alonzo's reason is this: Earl is just a stray. He doesn't deserve food. Alonzo is my impressed lizard and is badly needing my attention. Especially because he has a threadscored ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Your fault, Lonzo-kins. I called you inside to hide but you wanted to sleep in the roof. Now, what do we do to Oliver? Alonzo doesn't seem to mind Oliver nicking his food now and then. Alonzo says Oliver is not his hatchling. He just gave him to me to give to Aki. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Speaking of Aki, I have to send Aki a letter. Oliver seems to have Prader-Willi Syndrome. According to Aki, Oliver eats at the usual hour with occasional snacks. Then he goes between to find me when it's my feeding time here in the North. He eats two time periods plus the occasional nicking at HarpersHall kitchen that gets me and Alonzo in trouble!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope he doesn't follow here at Ruatha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-2549208077227206834?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/2549208077227206834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=2549208077227206834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/2549208077227206834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/2549208077227206834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/06/end-of-friendship.html' title='End of Friendship?'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rm4wtQVLcCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NlPuU9hHdsQ/s72-c/ruatha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-2930200143777789243</id><published>2007-06-10T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:25:29.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I was trying this look. I think a nice Harper Blue for my site looks better than earth and parchment look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-2930200143777789243?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/2930200143777789243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=2930200143777789243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/2930200143777789243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/2930200143777789243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-look.html' title='A New Look'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-1016320423736436607</id><published>2007-06-08T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T05:25:33.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chronicle of Pern</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;so far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src="http://www.librarything.com/jswidget.php?reporton=maita&amp;show=random&amp;amp;amp;header=1&amp;num=20&amp;amp;covers=medium-fixed-width&amp;text=none&amp;amp;onlycovers=1&amp;tag=weyr&amp;amp;css=1&amp;style=5&amp;amp;version=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;books on Pern by the Masters: Anne McCaffrey and Todd McCaffrey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-1016320423736436607?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/1016320423736436607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=1016320423736436607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/1016320423736436607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/1016320423736436607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/06/chronicle-of-pern.html' title='A Chronicle of Pern'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-4792081699421689103</id><published>2007-06-04T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:18:35.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thread-scored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's thread today at Fort. I'm at my usual perch, my room that is! Alonzo is sunning himself on the roof. Lazy-ass bum!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, thread fell. I called and called but he was too lazy to get up. Lonzo just flipped his tail to swat the flies away and continued his morning doze.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, he got threadscroed... in the ass!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serves you right, you wawa little munchkin!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Oh, Alonzo. Now your fat little rump is scored. Healer's hall didn't want to give him any numbweed. They need all the numbweed up to Fort Weyr. Tha's N'ton orders too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I wonder if people will have a bit of compassion for the Fire-Lizards. They may not be as useful as dragons but they are very good companions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-4792081699421689103?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/4792081699421689103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=4792081699421689103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/4792081699421689103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/4792081699421689103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/06/thread-scored.html' title='Thread-scored'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-3762591975316794815</id><published>2007-06-03T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T18:41:54.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Fire-Lizards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;These are the Fire-Lizards hanging around me... well... hanging around lunch time around me. They seem to do nothing but sleep, eat, run from thread fall and eat some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RmNsYog8cpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QnT9FSYPa3s/s1600-h/lonzohead.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072016775797568146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="266" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RmNsYog8cpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QnT9FSYPa3s/s400/lonzohead.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; This is my handsome Alonzo. I love him dearly. He's my champion Bronze.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RmNsYog8cqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Hd3dJ6JkSg4/s1600-h/earl.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072016775797568162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RmNsYog8cqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Hd3dJ6JkSg4/s400/earl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; This is Earl who is such a rake but has no guts or balls to stand a fight or a fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RmNsY4g8crI/AAAAAAAAAFw/p5bKqXAW3Rg/s1600-h/blindy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072016780092535474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="234" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RmNsY4g8crI/AAAAAAAAAFw/p5bKqXAW3Rg/s400/blindy.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; This is Blindy. One eye blind but not afraid of anything. She is rather sweet and innocent. She is Earl's only daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RmNsY4g8csI/AAAAAAAAAF4/iMxy6ppY-50/s1600-h/oliver.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072016780092535490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="252" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RmNsY4g8csI/AAAAAAAAAF4/iMxy6ppY-50/s400/oliver.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; This stupid blue is Oliver. Oliver is Aki's fire-lizard. He pops in and out of between when he knows its feeding time. Oliver doesn't really have any good qualities except nicking food and pretending to be hungry. I think he has Prader-Willi Syndrome. His stomach bulges like he ate a whole wherry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-3762591975316794815?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3762591975316794815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=3762591975316794815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/3762591975316794815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/3762591975316794815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-fire-lizards.html' title='Little Fire-Lizards'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RmNsYog8cpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QnT9FSYPa3s/s72-c/lonzohead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-2438342386668010567</id><published>2007-05-30T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:17:03.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fellis Juice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;The Juice of the Fellis Tree is a tranquilizer. Since sleep is an effective self-healing adaptation our bodies have, it is the best we can do with threadscores skin and other ailments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;How I need a dose of that right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-2438342386668010567?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/2438342386668010567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=2438342386668010567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/2438342386668010567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/2438342386668010567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/05/fellis-juice.html' title='Fellis Juice'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-3751054915812631681</id><published>2007-05-27T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T23:45:37.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch-whers, the Dragons' Kin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watch-whers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are creatures taken from the same genetic material used to make the Dragons of Pern. They are not dragons but related to them. One describes a watch-wher are ugly, misshapen and thick scales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They were created by Kitti Ping's daughter, Wind Blossom. Though, the people of Pern do not know it yet, the watch-wher have their specific tasks. They were the "balance" according to the Eridani calculation that Wind Blossom did. Dragons worked at day and watch-whers worked at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch-wher Skills&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These creatures are nocturnal. They are able to see in the dark through thermal imaging. One can say they are smarter than a fire-lizard but not as strong a telepath as a dragon. They can however, communicate via telepathy to the dragons. A watch-wher can understand human speech and mind but one must understand the clicks and roars of a watch-wher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Watch-wher can fly. Resk was able to fly and go between flight. Kisk was able to go between underground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tasks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Their original purpose was to fight thread in the night where dragons sleep and have poor night vision. They can also guide people through tunnels. In the 3rd pass, Watch-whers were turned into tunnel guides for mining activities. They sniff bad air and loose rocks. They are also hold night watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lessa (9th Pass) was strongly bonded to the Ruathan Watch-Wher who protected her. Mnementh was able to talk to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonds and Impression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Watch-wher bonds are different from fire-lizards and dragons. They are more independent and less picky. A watch-wher dam can choose to give her eggs and then the person must feed the wher. When the wher is old enough, one must perform the &lt;em&gt;blood bond&lt;/em&gt;. It is simple giving the watch-wher a taste of the handler's blood. This strengthens their link to each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unlike dragons, once a handler dies, the wher can be given a new handler. They change their name to the next person who bloods them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch-wher Names&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Watch-wher has a different and unique naming system. For Fire-lizards, one can name them anything you want like &lt;em&gt;Poll, Bob, Beauty&lt;/em&gt;, etc. Dragons have their own names the moment they hatch. They tell the rider the moment of impression. The last letters of the name ends in &lt;strong&gt;th.&lt;/strong&gt; Example: &lt;em&gt;Ramoth, Canth, Ruth.&lt;/em&gt;  Reasons behind this is because they have forked tongues thus their lisped speech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Watch-whers can tell you their names but they take the name from their handlers and add &lt;strong&gt;sk&lt;/strong&gt; in the end. Example; Kindan's green watch-wher's name is &lt;em&gt;Kisk&lt;/em&gt;. Kindan gave her to Nuella and her name changed to &lt;em&gt;Nuellsk&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If a hold owns the watch-wher, the name of the wher is taken from the name of the hold plus sk in the end. Example; the Lemos watch-wher's name is Lemosk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-3751054915812631681?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3751054915812631681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=3751054915812631681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/3751054915812631681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/3751054915812631681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/05/watch-whers-dragons-kin.html' title='Watch-whers, the Dragons&apos; Kin'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-7687545984118937637</id><published>2007-05-22T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T19:38:33.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Why did we name him Oliver? Well, this blue fire-lizard is an orphan thus his earthly name suits just fine. Plus he has this habbit of asking for food and nicking it a lot (and gets caught!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;If you know the play (musical) he says "Please sir, I want so more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Evertime I look at him, he seems to be saying that in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;For heaven's sake, you little blue, talk to your Aki! I have enough to feed without you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-7687545984118937637?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/7687545984118937637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=7687545984118937637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/7687545984118937637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/7687545984118937637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/05/oliver.html' title='Oliver'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-4987188545662759452</id><published>2007-05-21T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T19:11:19.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;I never knew there was so much work to be done with Horses. Then again, there's so much work to be done with Fire-lizards and dragons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;They all have to be oiled, excercised and fed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Little Blue Oliver has been trailing me for some days now. He pops in and out of between even in my room. Alonzo knows when my private time is so he keeps out. This blue however has an insatiable appetite and has a habbit of following me when its lunch and dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;This morning, he was caught stealing food in the kitchen. He munched up a loaf of bread but won't finish it. He wants salty food and not too tough a meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-4987188545662759452?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/4987188545662759452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=4987188545662759452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/4987188545662759452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/4987188545662759452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/05/horses.html' title='Horses'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-140887535431894735</id><published>2007-05-17T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:36:26.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;I'm staying at Harpers Hall just until after the gather at Fort Hold. I'm heading back home again. I know it seems I'm like an aimless traveller but I need to explore the land. Being stuck in one place is not my cup of tea. Hopefully, I can also join the gather at Ruatha after Fort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;I would like to see Ruth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-140887535431894735?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/140887535431894735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=140887535431894735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/140887535431894735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/140887535431894735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-home.html' title='Time home'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-4938678327991920526</id><published>2007-05-16T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T19:32:58.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to come home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rku92Yg8cnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VwAlPN9FEvk/s1600-h/face03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065350947899470450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rku92Yg8cnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VwAlPN9FEvk/s400/face03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Goodbye South...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;My long vacation and frolicking under the tropics it at an end. It is getting too hot and I'm having a heat stroke. Kind of a dregonrider to convey me to Harpers Hall. I'll never forget her. All I had to exchange for my taxi ride is a song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Alonzo and oliver are glad to tag along. Alonzo was getting to hotheaded. Maybe because of oliver. (Aki's little blue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Little oliver tags along when its feeding time. When he had his fill, he will disappear to the between and sleep on Aki's lap while she sits on her bum the whole day using her computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Well, back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-4938678327991920526?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/4938678327991920526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=4938678327991920526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/4938678327991920526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/4938678327991920526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-to-come-home.html' title='Time to come home'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rku92Yg8cnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VwAlPN9FEvk/s72-c/face03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-84478726671412079</id><published>2007-05-08T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T16:13:20.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Alonzo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;I forgive you for giving me this pathetic little blue to give to Aki. She loves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Although I should say it is quite useless because he doesn"t even know how to fetch things. He hates being groomed and hates to be cuddled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;But he loves to tag along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Alonzo and I get ready to move again. We will be visitng Cove hold this week and maybe Paradise River next week. From there, it's back home to the North Continent. I shall be missing South. It is like a dream home. But this heat is really killing me. Perhaps in four month's time I am ready to come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-84478726671412079?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/84478726671412079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=84478726671412079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/84478726671412079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/84478726671412079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-alonzo.html' title='Oh Alonzo...'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-4067169155063744422</id><published>2007-05-01T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:29:42.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RjfoYAIZdGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kN3IfPElfAw/s1600-h/hatching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059768205423768674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RjfoYAIZdGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kN3IfPElfAw/s400/hatching.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;The time has come for the little egg to hatch and so I hurried to Landing in Aki's little house/pad. Well, she was excited. Then, the egg rocked and started to break. We had our bowl of meat readied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Suddenly, a head came out and it was BLUE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Blue? I told Lonzo to get me a bronze or gold!!! What? Why blue? It doesn't even look like him. It might not have been his son either! Man, Lonzo! You could have given me a wherry egg and I just took it you silly creep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Man, now he's staying in the roof. Come down here, Alonzo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Ah well, at least Aki is happy no matter what color she gets. As long at she has a little fire-lizard following her around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Man, a blue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-4067169155063744422?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/4067169155063744422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=4067169155063744422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/4067169155063744422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/4067169155063744422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/05/blue.html' title='A Blue!'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RjfoYAIZdGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kN3IfPElfAw/s72-c/hatching.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-6917546157335325631</id><published>2007-04-28T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T01:40:32.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenes from Southern</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RjMG_wIZdEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/DC0cYtWcVBs/s1600-h/south2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RjMG_wIZdEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/DC0cYtWcVBs/s320/south2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058394498788848706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The continents of Pern are large big chunks. They are massive and only two, north and south. The South is tropical and the coasts are lines with beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;A, the beach! Its so good to swim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RjMHAAIZdFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/r1R6ta_FCRg/s1600-h/heads1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RjMHAAIZdFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/r1R6ta_FCRg/s320/heads1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058394503083816018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; O O  o   o  o    O 0 o o o                0 0        0  o  O  O O  0  o  o  o  o  0  0  0 o o  o  o   0  o  O  0  o  o  o  o &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-6917546157335325631?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/6917546157335325631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=6917546157335325631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/6917546157335325631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/6917546157335325631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/04/scenes-from-southern.html' title='Scenes from Southern'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RjMG_wIZdEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/DC0cYtWcVBs/s72-c/south2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-1759440450795519833</id><published>2007-04-21T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T22:04:42.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Southern...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I now reach the docs of Southern Hold. It is huge. Lord Toric sure knows haw to expand! This is the most complete civilization in Pern. Lord Toric made sure he had as much crafts in his hold. There's a good amount of Harpers, Healers, Miners, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Since it is near Landing, schoolig and technology is available. I'm staying a couple days here to explore then heading to Landing with a caravan. Even though Southern is strict when it comes to migrating people, there are still renegades sneaking and creeping around. There are also felines!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;OOO! Tragic things would happen if you were attacked by felines. Take a look at Bronze Golanth, Bronze Rider F'lessan and Green Zaranth. Awful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I have to report to Harpers Minihall here. They can give me lodgings and some assignments to do while here. That could earn me a purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Alonzo, stick close! Make sure you don't get into trouble. There are so many wild Fire-lizards and I don't want you fighting them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-1759440450795519833?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/1759440450795519833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=1759440450795519833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/1759440450795519833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/1759440450795519833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/04/ah-southern.html' title='Ah Southern...'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-1772220108715661496</id><published>2007-04-21T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T07:15:31.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lessons of the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RioZNwOOIdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeFybxDKjiA/s1600-h/me_emote01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RioZNwOOIdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeFybxDKjiA/s400/me_emote01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055881255750345170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Its been three days since I dream of flooding. What does it mean? New Year Ghosts? Is one coming soon? Have the AIVAS Project have a side effect after all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is scary. We must remember our Earth. Tamper with Mother Nature and she will retaliate. Mother Nature is not limited to the planet. She is the whole universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Dolphins keep reminding me. They tell me I should remember the Ancients. Dolphins are the keeper of the Ancient knowledge. Even before Pern, the remember the lores of Earth and the histories they carry. They even introduced me to a new term: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Herstory&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-1772220108715661496?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/1772220108715661496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=1772220108715661496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/1772220108715661496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/1772220108715661496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/04/lessons-of-past.html' title='The Lessons of the Past'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RioZNwOOIdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NeFybxDKjiA/s72-c/me_emote01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-799473058846769199</id><published>2007-04-21T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T06:58:18.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow, the captain said we would arrive at Southern Hold tomorrow. Great! Because my Alonzo-kins is still sick. I fed him wherry soup. They say its good for colds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-799473058846769199?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/799473058846769199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=799473058846769199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/799473058846769199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/799473058846769199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/04/southern-soon.html' title='Southern Soon'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-3933400873925802301</id><published>2007-04-19T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:26:53.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea sick journey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My journey to the Southern is a long one. For one thing it is not instant. It is by boat. I haven't met a dragon rider who can take me there plus I can't 'coz the little egg might get addled by the time I get it to Landing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alonzo is sick. He's having colds. I mixed a cold medicine in milk and gave it to him. He's fine this morning but still feeling sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The shipfishes are swiming beside the boat all day and all night. Throw them something and they toss it back to you... considering it is not edible!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-3933400873925802301?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3933400873925802301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=3933400873925802301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/3933400873925802301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/3933400873925802301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/04/sea-sick-journey.html' title='Sea sick journey...'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-4776326809944590682</id><published>2007-04-12T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:15:00.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to the South</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rh8QiPCDLMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4VY5mOM4qx0/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rh8QiPCDLMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4VY5mOM4qx0/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052775487269711042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Alonzo is getting seasick but at least he gets all the food he can eat. Fish is his favorite food and he can catch them at a whim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;The dolphins are staying close to the boat. They just eant to make sure we don't go astray in our course or catch a nasty squall. They are really dedicated. This beats water traffic. The dolphins do it for the boat. I wonder when Master Fandarel can make more radios for sea traffic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh well. Aki will be waiting for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-4776326809944590682?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/4776326809944590682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=4776326809944590682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/4776326809944590682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/4776326809944590682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/04/trip-to-south.html' title='Trip to the South'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rh8QiPCDLMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4VY5mOM4qx0/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-4861679141235218140</id><published>2007-04-08T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T22:10:33.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Egg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I spotted Lonzo fighting with a proddy Gold this morning. What the argument was about? Food, property, space. The usual.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Stupid Erl was just looking and when the fight escalated, he ran away! Coward! I spotted him hiding under the water tanks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Lonzo gave me a rather ominous little egg. Must be the fire-lizard egg he promised. I wonder what color. Can't be gold or bronze, too small. Maybe a small bronze? It could probably be a brown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;So, I'm taking the next ship to the Southern Continent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RhnKp6QYoZI/AAAAAAAAADo/VDiyw5vF00Q/s1600-h/lonzo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RhnKp6QYoZI/AAAAAAAAADo/VDiyw5vF00Q/s320/lonzo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051291278434148754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-4861679141235218140?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/4861679141235218140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=4861679141235218140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/4861679141235218140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/4861679141235218140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/04/egg.html' title='An Egg'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RhnKp6QYoZI/AAAAAAAAADo/VDiyw5vF00Q/s72-c/lonzo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-8458436681530653007</id><published>2007-04-08T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T05:24:31.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golds are Clutching!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I hope Lonzo will give me an egg. Aki said she really wants a fire-lizard egg. When Lonzo gets me one, I'll go bring her the egg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hey, what if there was a sort of tamagochi which are fire-lizard? That would be the rage! They come in 5 different colors and would communicate to other tamagochi consuls and hopefully clutch during certain season. It would chirp when there's another person with a fire-lizard tamagochi. I wish it could send messages like a text phone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-8458436681530653007?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/8458436681530653007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=8458436681530653007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/8458436681530653007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/8458436681530653007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/04/golds-are-clutching.html' title='Golds are Clutching!'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-78942382992685806</id><published>2007-04-05T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T08:08:09.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire-lizard Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's how to make your own fire-lizard food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt- a pinch                                       Egg- 2pcs.&lt;br /&gt;Flour- two cups                             Milk- a cup&lt;br /&gt;Baking powder- a pinch &lt;br /&gt;Dried fish bits- depends on fire-lizard's taste, can be substituted to wherry meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fire up your big oven and prepare several flat pans. Combine flour, salt and baking powder together in a large bowl. Make a well in between the mixture and add eggs. Mix then gradually add milk. When there is no more lumps, add wherry meat or fish meat.&lt;br /&gt;Spread flat about half an inch and cut into shapes. I prefer little dragonette and egg shapes. You can make fish of wherry shapes. make sure to make them bite sizes! Bake for about 10 to 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RhUP86QYoYI/AAAAAAAAADg/uImOhujqfkU/s1600-h/yum.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RhUP86QYoYI/AAAAAAAAADg/uImOhujqfkU/s320/yum.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049960096270426498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;There, these can keep as long as a week. You can keep in your belt bag and feed your little fire-lizard anytime, anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I know I do! Lonzo is always hungry. Besides, every time I walk along the sandy dunes, Erl and other of Lonzo's friends want a snack! Erl is so nice to touch. He takes care of his hide well for a wild fire-lizard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-78942382992685806?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/78942382992685806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=78942382992685806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/78942382992685806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/78942382992685806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/04/fire-lizard-food.html' title='Fire-lizard Food'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RhUP86QYoYI/AAAAAAAAADg/uImOhujqfkU/s72-c/yum.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-6947999411716481439</id><published>2007-04-02T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:46:03.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home with the Lizards and the Dolphins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Lonzo is out hunting or whatever he's doing. I met his little bronze friend, Erl Grey. We call him that because he has lots of splotched of grey on his bronze hide. Erl had sired a clutch the previous season and gave the household brown Turl as a common lizard for messages. He hates to be touched but he'll do anything if you feed him. Turl is a silent one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Diki showed us her new fire-lizard. Its one of Erl Grey's recent clutches. Her new fire-lizard she calls Blindy. Blindy has an interesting history. Her mother took off into the between to save herself from threadfall. In the process, some of her clutch became addled and some came out deformed. Five eggs hatched. Blindy was born with one eye. The other eye simply was not there but she's a beautiful gold. Another from the clutch was deformed. This little blue was born small and completely blind. He didn't last long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Blindy is very affectionate but very greedy for food. She's ever so fat for a small queen. Diki's having a hard time oiling her everyday because of her growing size. I do hope she's like her other. I know that big gold. She's so big and heats like a green!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Mother and Father hates fire-lizard. They are one of those who thinks fire-lizards are a pest. The only thing they think they're useful is scaring tunnel snakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The Dolphins are happy to see me. They love to play and are happy to see that I'm once again able to play with them. I do love the water. Lonzo hates water. I must swim at least once a month or I shall dry up. I always thought I had a bit of a dolphin's blood in me. I'm playful and love the water too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-6947999411716481439?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/6947999411716481439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=6947999411716481439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/6947999411716481439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/6947999411716481439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-home-with-lizards-and-dolphins.html' title='Back home with the Lizards and the Dolphins'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-310116529107208162</id><published>2007-04-02T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T00:15:06.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonzo, Lonzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I know golds are in heat. Lonzo is getting missing more and more often. I know he's getting back to Tillek because of that. And me... I'm the fool going to Tillek because of that too. I'm being commanded by my smart-ass lizard. I did have a one on one to with him, a sincere talk. I told him to give me at least one egg to give to Aki. Aki want a lizard, you see. People in the South have a lizard each or two. Its so hard to get a fire-lizard. Masters and holders get them first. I was lucky enough to get Alonzo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Now, I hope Alonzo gets me a nice fine Bronze like himself. Another message carrier in the family is very useful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RhCtR_z2WVI/AAAAAAAAADY/yuTuaDAyWvk/s1600-h/lonzobronze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RhCtR_z2WVI/AAAAAAAAADY/yuTuaDAyWvk/s320/lonzobronze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048725706980612434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-310116529107208162?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/310116529107208162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=310116529107208162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/310116529107208162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/310116529107208162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/04/lonzo-lonzo.html' title='Lonzo, Lonzo'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RhCtR_z2WVI/AAAAAAAAADY/yuTuaDAyWvk/s72-c/lonzobronze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-4721312893691415277</id><published>2007-04-01T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T00:02:38.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Weyr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RhCqdfz2WUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6xNNo-JENFg/s1600-h/harperme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RhCqdfz2WUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6xNNo-JENFg/s320/harperme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048722606014224706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thread falls and I'm kind enough to be given shelter in Fort Weyr!&lt;br /&gt;The first Weyr to be established by the ancients! Imagine that! You can see the smooth stone cut tunnels and chambers and I get to stay the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Its fun being a harper. Master Robinton and the Benden Leaders have put the Harper back to their status. I'm appreciating the hospitality and being appreciated at the same time. Now, let me sing these riders a good song as a good harper should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;While I'm here, I should tell you about Weyr and weyr structure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Residents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are roughly 300 to 500 weyrs for the dragons. Benden can hold up to 500 dragons. Dragons do want personal spaces even if their riders don't mind a shared space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dragonriders&lt;/b&gt; - each rider has a weyr (the cave structure where they dwell.) In each weyr there are the basic amenitites including bed and bathing facility and a dragon's couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weyrlings&lt;/b&gt; - the come at the age of at least 12 and live dormitory style in the lower cavern. These youths who have impressed a dragon do not need a big space because their dragons are still small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lower Caverns staff&lt;/b&gt; - These are the staff that cook, clean and -some- relieve the sexual tensions of the riders. These people can be candidates who failed to impress, children of the dragonriders or children of the staff themselves. These are some people who do come to the Weyr for protection or simply wishing to live the way life in a Weyr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weyr brats&lt;/b&gt; - Children born in the Weyr. They are fostered out to the lower caverns if from dragonriders.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Candidates&lt;/b&gt; - 12 to 18 year old who are brought from the search to be impressed. They may or may not be impressed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Craftsmen&lt;/b&gt; - There are craftsmen in the weyr to function autonomously. Such craftsmen include: harpers, healers, leather tanners, smiths, etc... There are some who are dragonriders who are also craftsmen like C'gan (Died on the first fall of the present pass) who was a weyrsinger, K'tan (3rd Pass) who was Weyrhealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-4721312893691415277?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/4721312893691415277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=4721312893691415277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/4721312893691415277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/4721312893691415277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-weyr.html' title='In the Weyr'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RhCqdfz2WUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6xNNo-JENFg/s72-c/harperme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-7495939155713294269</id><published>2007-04-01T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T02:38:35.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fall of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rg94O_z2WTI/AAAAAAAAADI/1EibQ7QV-M8/s1600-h/thread.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rg94O_z2WTI/AAAAAAAAADI/1EibQ7QV-M8/s320/thread.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048385906348022066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;On my way back home, I'm caught in threadfall! So, I rush to the nearest cavern to take shelter while the fall rains down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Let me tell you what Thread is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thread is the term given by the Ancients to the falling micorhizoid spores that rain on the planet every two hundred years for fifty years. It is silvery and rains down devouring everything organic. Water drowns it and fire chars it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brings about thread? When the Red Star nears the planet, it tows the deadly spores in its wake. This Red Star is actually an irregular planet. When the Red Star is in aphelion, it touches the Oort cloud and when it is in perihelion, the spores and thrown to Pern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some terms you need to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pass &lt;/span&gt;- The Pass is the fifty years when thread falls to Pern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interval &lt;/span&gt;- The two hundred years in wait for the Pass is called the Interval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Long Interval&lt;/span&gt; - There are times when Thread does not fall. It is called a long interval. It skips its pass so the interval totals to 450 turns. There were only two recorded Long Intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agenothree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;- This is actually HNO3. One of the ancients said it so fast it sounded like agenothree. This chemical can burn thread while acting as fertilizer for the plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burrow &lt;/span&gt;- A single thread that escapes the charring of dragon's fire. It digs itself under ground and devours miles of organic material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ovoid &lt;/span&gt;- The frozen state of thread. It has an ice shell and it vacuum sealed inside. This stage of thread is not deadly. When it hits the atmosphere, the ice membrane is burned off releasing the deadly micorhizoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people involved in Threadfall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dragonriders&lt;/span&gt;- there is usually at least three Flights involved. A flight has seven wings and a wing is composed of at least 12 dragonriders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweepriders&lt;/span&gt;- after a fall, the wingleader assign sweepriders to look for burrowing thread or anyone in need of help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queen's wing&lt;/span&gt;- The queen cannot chew firestone therefor the Weyrwoman brings a long nuzzled flamethrower. The has her owns wing and they fly closer to the ground since only golds have long wings that can allow them to safely gluide lowest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ground crew&lt;/span&gt;- The ground crew is composed of the hall or hold where thread falls. They carry flamethrowers and agenothree tans to char any thread that escapes the wings or queen's wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-7495939155713294269?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/7495939155713294269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=7495939155713294269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/7495939155713294269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/7495939155713294269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/04/fall-of.html' title='The Fall of...'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rg94O_z2WTI/AAAAAAAAADI/1EibQ7QV-M8/s72-c/thread.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-7647261554168866796</id><published>2007-03-30T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T19:33:49.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alonzo goes Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rg3FRPz2WSI/AAAAAAAAADA/1LDpuIjZlYE/s1600-h/lonzobronze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rg3FRPz2WSI/AAAAAAAAADA/1LDpuIjZlYE/s400/lonzobronze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047907657444645154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;About this bronze...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;: Alonzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nickname&lt;/span&gt;: Lonzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Color&lt;/span&gt;: Bronze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Size/length&lt;/span&gt;: 36 inches from nose to tail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Age&lt;/span&gt;: 3 turns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Birthplace&lt;/span&gt;: Tillek Sand Dunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Favorite food&lt;/span&gt;: Spiced Wherries, packtail and redfins (only proteins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hobbies&lt;/span&gt;: Chasing greens, sleeping, eating, fighting browns and smaller bronze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Strength&lt;/span&gt;: Able to carry heavier loads, knows how to toggle buttons, knows how to open doors and windows without having to go between, good listener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Weakness&lt;/span&gt;: Food, food, food... oh and mating golds and greens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Alonzo wants to go home. He's been popping in and out of the between and I know he's been back home to Tillek. Well, maybe its time to go home and have a little vacation. Swimming with dolphins does sound nice after an inland journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-7647261554168866796?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/7647261554168866796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=7647261554168866796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/7647261554168866796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/7647261554168866796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/03/alonzo-goes-home.html' title='Alonzo goes Home'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rg3FRPz2WSI/AAAAAAAAADA/1LDpuIjZlYE/s72-c/lonzobronze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-3900793828922137307</id><published>2007-03-29T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T19:19:03.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rg3FCfz2WRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DXfsH8W4NHk/s1600-h/game1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rg3FCfz2WRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DXfsH8W4NHk/s400/game1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047907404041574674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;Lioth-N'ton            Mnementh-F'lar                Golanth-F'lessan            Gaddareth-T'lion&lt;br /&gt;Tiroth-D'ram                Monarth-T'gellan             Canth-F'nor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-3900793828922137307?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3900793828922137307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=3900793828922137307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/3900793828922137307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/3900793828922137307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-game.html' title='A little game'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rg3FCfz2WRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/DXfsH8W4NHk/s72-c/game1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-3732276764177070590</id><published>2007-03-28T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:14:17.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A cry in the night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RgspXPz2WPI/AAAAAAAAACk/KnkdHeywY1s/s1600-h/fnor_brekke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RgspXPz2WPI/AAAAAAAAACk/KnkdHeywY1s/s400/fnor_brekke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047173286756505842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Don't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;   The cry in the night&lt;br /&gt;         Of anguish heart-striking&lt;br /&gt;                Of soul-killing fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live for my living&lt;br /&gt;    Or else I must die&lt;br /&gt;         Don't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;                 A world heard that cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Menolly's composition just after F'nor fell from the Red Star (DragonSinger by Anne McCaffrey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;My favorite couple from the series, F'nor and Brekke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-3732276764177070590?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3732276764177070590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=3732276764177070590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/3732276764177070590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/3732276764177070590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/03/cry-in-night.html' title='A cry in the night'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RgspXPz2WPI/AAAAAAAAACk/KnkdHeywY1s/s72-c/fnor_brekke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-939311774447388544</id><published>2007-03-27T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T19:55:27.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menolly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RgnSAvz2WOI/AAAAAAAAACc/2BQ972q77oI/s1600-h/menolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 428px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RgnSAvz2WOI/AAAAAAAAACc/2BQ972q77oI/s400/menolly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046795767721122018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;The little queen all golden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Flew hissing at the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;To stop each wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Her clutch to save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;She ventured bravely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;As she attacked the sea in rage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;A holdergirl came nigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Along the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Fishnet in hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;And saw the queen midsky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;She stared at her in wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;For often she'd been told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;That such as she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Could never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Who hovered there, bright gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;She saw her plight and quickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;She looked up the cliff she faced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;And saw a cave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Above the wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;In which her eggs she placed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;The little queen all golden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Upon her shoulder stood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Her eyes all blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Glowed of her true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Undying gratitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;First page of DragonSinger by Anne McCaffrey (Originally, Menolly wrote this in a boy's point of view. I changed all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Menolly, a seaholder's daughter from Half Circle Sea Hold, was a genius with music and composition. Her father doesn't approve of lady harpers and has often beat her up when he finds her tuning.&lt;br /&gt;It was Robinton's father who trained Menolly. Petiron went to Half Circle Seahold after Robinton became MasterHarper. Menolly ran away after Petiron's death and her unfortunate accident while gutting packtail fish.&lt;br /&gt;She then discovered a clutch of fire-lizard eggs and lo and behold, 9 hatched and she impressed all of them. Then, she was caught out by threadfall. A rider rescued her and brought her to Benden. There, she met T'gellan and Mirim. It was also there that Harper Elgion discovered her and pointed her to Master Robinton.&lt;br /&gt;At Harpers Hall, She is Master Robinton's apprentice who excells in all classes. Piemur and Camo befriends her. They are her only friends. She gets her journeywoman's knots in two weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason Robionton liked Menolly is because she reminded him of himself when he was still young. He often tuned simple tunes that were very easy to sing, even for the common people. She was also a woman harper. His mother was the greatest woman harper known during her days. She was also a very sought after singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Trivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;If Menolly trains your fire-lizard, they tend to be more reliable. Having nine, she knows how to handle them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Gee, I only have one and he's a big trouble already. Aside from being a pet and message carrier, my Alonzo is like a little baby. (a wise-ass baby!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I wanted him to eat now before I clear up the breakfast table. I had to coax him for ten minutes before he would eat pancake! Now he asks for more! What a pig!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Menolly's Fair of Lizards:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Gold - Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Bronze - Rocky, Diver, Poll (Beauty's clutch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Brown - Lazybones, Mimic, Brownie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Green - Auntie One, Auntie Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Blue - Uncle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-939311774447388544?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/939311774447388544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=939311774447388544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/939311774447388544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/939311774447388544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/03/menolly.html' title='Menolly'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RgnSAvz2WOI/AAAAAAAAACc/2BQ972q77oI/s72-c/menolly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-3717950085686105489</id><published>2007-03-27T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T06:19:54.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piemur of Pern</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Piemur is a Harper Journeyman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His journeys started in Harpers Hall. He is a son of a herdsman introduced in Dragon Singer as Menolly's first friend in Harpers Hall. He is mischievous but is tolerated because of his high soprano voice.&lt;br /&gt;In Dragon Drums, he looses his voice and is no longer Master Shonagar's apprentice. Luckily, Master Robinton has plans for him. Piemur is placed in the Drum Heights to lear&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RgkZlyDqFZI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZNjArpOLGLs/s1600-h/piemur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 425px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RgkZlyDqFZI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZNjArpOLGLs/s400/piemur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046592994328319378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n drum codes. Nobody but the Master, Menolly and Sebell know that Piemur is Master Robinton's secret apprentice. He goes to undercover missions for Robinton. In one of those missions, he steals a queen egg from Lord Meron of Nabol and is accidentally transported to the Southern Continent. Sharra discovers him and brings him to Southern Hold.&lt;br /&gt;Lord Torric of Southern thinks drum heights is a good idea. Piemur remains in the south to teach drum codes. He shows interest in Sharra but Torric doesn't approve. Torric then sends him back to Harpers Hall to get his journeyman knots. He does and went back to Southern. He explores the whole of Southern Continent for Torric and Master Robinton but his first priority is for the good Harper. He discovers the Paradise River and helps Jayge acquire it as a permanent Hold. Piemur's volcano is one of his discoveries.&lt;br /&gt;Piemur is taken by a girl named Jancis. He couldn't believe she was a smith journeywoman and still so thin. Jancis is actually Master Fandarel's granddaughter. Jancis discovers the AIVAS building and Piemur demanded Jancis gets the credit. They marry and soon, the AIVAS project takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Trivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;There was a man named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tea Mur&lt;/span&gt; in the Irish legends. It means The Graveyard of Tea because the man drinks tea like crazy. I understand now why Piemur loves Bubbly pies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I love this guys character. He's so fun loving and isn't afraid to cease the day! Aky loves this guy too. Though, she actually hasn't read him yet but I keep telling her about him. He's really a funny guy. Do you know the name of his runner beast is Stupid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He's street smart for a Pernese and is really witty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-3717950085686105489?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3717950085686105489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=3717950085686105489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/3717950085686105489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/3717950085686105489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/03/piemur-of-pern.html' title='Piemur of Pern'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RgkZlyDqFZI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZNjArpOLGLs/s72-c/piemur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-3630810592313979784</id><published>2007-03-26T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T05:55:56.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alonzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rge_fpEFJfI/AAAAAAAAACE/1ELgS2JFPuU/s1600-h/lonzo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rge_fpEFJfI/AAAAAAAAACE/1ELgS2JFPuU/s400/lonzo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046212457811748338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coloring didn't quite translate here. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Alonzo, always hungry and very lazy. He a real ladies' frie-lizard, if you know what I mean. But I keep him around. He's handy when I can't seem to remember when threafall will be. He's also very companionable. You can talk to him. He can keep a secret if you tell him but not SHOW him.&lt;br /&gt;He'll only be a chatter box when he's hungry. He's always hungry. YOu have to give him foor every two to three hours. What a baby!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I love him. He's very affectionate and knows when you're really sick. Plus, he's handy in sending messages. I usually send him to four specific places:&lt;br /&gt;Tillek- home to send letters to relatives.&lt;br /&gt;Harpers Hall- to see the next set of assignment&lt;br /&gt;Printers Hall- to get my latest music sheets&lt;br /&gt;Landing- know the latest in technology and recieve some letters from my sis, Aky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oow! Lonzo is back! He's got a message from Tillek Hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's from Diky. Her Watch-wher, Mangles, caught some vandal intruder. Now, she's gonna treat Mangles with some treats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I simpathize for Watch-whers but honestly, Mangles is dead ugly. He's a blue and not much to say about his face. Diky loves his shade of blue though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-3630810592313979784?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3630810592313979784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=3630810592313979784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/3630810592313979784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/3630810592313979784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/03/alonzo.html' title='Alonzo'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/Rge_fpEFJfI/AAAAAAAAACE/1ELgS2JFPuU/s72-c/lonzo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-127346979590767507</id><published>2007-03-21T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T01:52:54.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolphins of Tillek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RgDvJJEFJdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/q8GWcTeGA0Q/s1600-h/dolphins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RgDvJJEFJdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/q8GWcTeGA0Q/s400/dolphins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044294522985850322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tillek&lt;/span&gt; was the first place in the North where a Dolphin Bell was reestablished. Now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Readis&lt;/span&gt; has established the Dolphin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Crafthall&lt;/span&gt;, dolphins and humans talk to each other once more. I love dolphins. They are very intelligent and interesting creature. There is more about dolphins that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know and cant even prove yet. For instance, they can tell when a woman is pregnant. They can cure minor cancers with the use of their sonars.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know they know if a person is retarded or autistic? They handle these people with more care. They can even bring out an autistic person from their shell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-127346979590767507?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/127346979590767507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=127346979590767507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/127346979590767507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/127346979590767507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/03/dolphins-of-tillek.html' title='Dolphins of Tillek'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zsl9QSngaHQ/RgDvJJEFJdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/q8GWcTeGA0Q/s72-c/dolphins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-6134167826891740256</id><published>2007-03-19T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T22:37:28.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Colors of Dragons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Dragons were bio-engineered from the indigenous fire-lizards of Pern. In the 1st Pass, the people from Planet Earth were oblivious to the coming threat of the Red Star. It was the Fire-lizards who warned them. The Fire-lizards urged them to get into their homes and tried to char the deadly thread. It was then that they came up with an idea. Make big ones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Admiral Paul Benden approached the Eridani Geneticists, Kitti Ping and her daughter Wind, Blossom to create bigger dragons to protect Pern. Thus, the dragons and their riders came to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These dragons have 5 different colors and roles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gold are queen dragons. Other colors instinctively protect golds. These golds rule and govern the other dragons. They are very broody and very temperamental but they are the smart ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gold dragons are the only egg-laying colors. A gold clutches about two to three times a year, bearing average of 20 to 40 eggs. They clutch more when the Red Star nears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is only one or none gold egg in a clutch. Queens are very rare and very treasured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gold riders are weyrwomen. The one who rides the Senior Queen is the Weyrwoman of the Weyr. She has the responsibilities and privileges that goes with being leader to the whole Weyr with her Weyrleader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;For Fire-lizards, golds are the smartest and most reliable. Look at Menolly's Beauty or Piemur's Farli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Bronze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bronze dragons are the second largest to golds. They are strongest and have stamina to withstand throughout a threadfall. They are one of the two who can fly(mate) a gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bronze riders can attain a Wingleader position. Since their Bronze can out fly any other colors, they can fly a gold and become Weyrleader. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For Fire-lizards, Bronze can be smart too. They can search for things you want them to look for and with the right initiative, they can deliver messages. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Examples: Master Robinton's Zair, Menolly's Rocky and Diver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Rocky is an odd fire-lizard. He grew a little attached to Piemur making people think he is Piemur's fire-lizard. Though it might be because Piemur feeds him regularly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Note: Weyrleader and Weyrwomen may not always be weyrmates. They each may have their choice weyrmates like T'gellan and Mirim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Browns are the third largest dragons and third most reliable fire-lizards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Browns have stamina but not as much as a bronze. Some can outlast a threadfall but not all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They can try to out fly a bronze for a gold but it is not common. The largest brown so far is Canth who intended to fly gold Wirenth before her tragedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Brown riders can attain a position called Wingsecond. They head the Wing after the Wingleader. Trivia: Some brown riders are homosexual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Green dragons are female but cannot lay eggs. The chewing of firestone renders them infertile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Greens are very valuable to a wing. They are very agile, though cannot last the whole of threadfall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Most green dragons impresses girls. In the 6th Pass, plague leveled the population so females were needed to populate the planet. Greens were given to choose bisexual males instead. They riders of the green mate with the riders of whoever flies their dragon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By the 9th Pass, greens are going out of the hatching ground to search for a female rider. Tai and Mirim are green riders who were not in the hatching ground when their greens came to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Green fire-lizards are different from their dragon cousins. They can give birth but unfortunately, their clutch is all greens too and most of the eggs are addled. Green lizards are not very good mothers. They tend to lay in the beach too close to the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blue dragons are the smallest males. They are roughly the size of a green. These blues only mate with green because they are as small. The number of blues are not as much as the population of greens, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blue dragons pick their candidate like the greens, bisexual males or females. Though there was never a mention in any book of a female blue rider. They can pick straight males too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ruth is the only white to be recorded. This white dragon is unusual because he is the only one that there is. He is small and has different other shades of the other colors against his white hide. Ruth was thought to die in a turn or two because he looked like a premature dragon. He was able to prosper and live very long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Though he was called an overgrown fire-lizard, he was in fact a dragon. He does have fire-lizard capability which was to retain memories. (dragons cannot retain memories) Because of his size, fire-lizards are attracted to him. They talk to him and give him a lot of pictures. That led to the discovery of Landing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ruth is the only dragon to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He is also the friendliest dragon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read more here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dragons_%28Pern%29 &lt;href= org="" wiki="" 29=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/href=&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-6134167826891740256?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/6134167826891740256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=6134167826891740256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/6134167826891740256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/6134167826891740256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/03/colors-of-dragons.html' title='The Colors of Dragons'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-8588203033093074596</id><published>2007-03-19T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T03:06:19.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bronze, Alonzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My bronzy champion is called Alonzo. He's really a big baby but he's my baby. Alonzo is big for a fire-lizard. He's one and a half meters in length and nothing but muscles. The shade of his hide is dark bronze, very shiny, but his belly is lighter bronze in color. One thing special about Alonzo is that he has a goatee under his chin. Kawaii!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Honestly, he does! I mean the Earth version Alonzo does!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jady, my sis, has a gold and Alonzo is the eldest of the clutch. I was supposed to have Stu, the brown. We had a lot of memories together but sadly, I lost Stu to threadfall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, Alonzo followed me. We were never really sure which one of us impressed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I love Alonzo. He's there when I'm sad. He's there when its feeding time but he's never there when I need to send a message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can blackmail him sometimes! If I'm desperate that is.&lt;br /&gt;Alonzo loves to fight if he knows I'm nt watching. He fights with strays. I never really know who wins. He tries to show he's the victor but I see too much scratches on his hide. 'Lonzo really has a lot of pride, too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-8588203033093074596?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/8588203033093074596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=8588203033093074596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/8588203033093074596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/8588203033093074596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-bronze-alonzo.html' title='My Bronze, Alonzo'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137431216987980847.post-3531703649625285963</id><published>2007-03-18T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T07:51:03.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Journey Begins</title><content type='html'>I'm in to the world of Pern. Here, I begin my walk in a world where dragons live and fight for survival. This is my "notebook" of the things I expect to encounter, the things I did encounter (from the book) and the view of my daily Pernese life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Character: Call me Maity.&lt;br /&gt;I am a Journeywoman Harper of Pern, origin could be Tillek. I seem to like Tillek a lot and I was sent by my holder parents and sibling to study at the Landing School. After some time, I went back to the North Continent to study at Harpers Hall.&lt;br /&gt;Achieving my Journeywoman's knots, I left Harpers Hall in search of adventures.&lt;br /&gt;With me is my trusted fire-lizard, Alonzo, and an egg he gave to me. This egg might contain small fir-lizard like a green or blue. Although Alonzo would never admit it, I think its from one from his clutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Items/Tools: What am I bringing?&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I am stuck at the North Continent. I bring a runner beast with a small wagon. I can sleep and withstand the remaining threadfall in this wagon. The rooftop, mind you, is topped with galvanized metal. I also have an extendable sheet for my poor hourse. By the way, my horse's name is Peper but he's not much ofa companion.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I won't be able to document my work if I don't bring my scribing set. AKA a laptop with internet connection. Ha, pen and paper brought to you by Master Tagetarl.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, what's a harper without instruments?&lt;br /&gt;I can play a Lire and a pipe. Not a bagpipe just the recorder type pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I'm off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6137431216987980847-3531703649625285963?l=dragonjourneys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/feeds/3531703649625285963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6137431216987980847&amp;postID=3531703649625285963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/3531703649625285963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6137431216987980847/posts/default/3531703649625285963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dragonjourneys.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-journey-begins.html' title='My Journey Begins'/><author><name>Maita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701702955019059511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJYO4_lHBRo/TeTb7acQdnI/AAAAAAAABAY/VwhVk7O7D9Y/s220/SAM_1575.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
