What to Write

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!
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?

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!
Meow!


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!

Words to Worlds

Words, words, Turn into Worlds
Books, books, The one with no Crooks
Fancy, fancy, In a world of Fantasy
Blurry, blurry, Its a new Journey

Words, words, Please turn into Worlds
Words, words, Come take me to Worlds

Green Wing Rescue

A Short Story from FanFiction.net

Genre: Fantasy/Adventure
Rating: Fiction Rated: K+
Summary: A Rider and her green does not get along at all. When faced
with the new roles after the 9th Pass, will they set their differences aside and
save the South from devastation?

URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4040736/1/

The Duty Song

a little something I found in YouTube.com

Southern Weyr

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 Turns before the 9th 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.

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.

Nobody actually knowns how a dragon chooses its rider but a dragon never errs.





pictures from Dragonlovers Guide to Pern

Sisters Vacation

Me, Harper Maity, my two sisters, wher-handler Mari and Comp-tech Aki Ria 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.
Packtail and Yellow Fin. Diki Mari with fishes.

The Voice

"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."

-- Master Shonagar

A Rough South

To survive the Southern Continent, one must always be prepared. Prepared in mind, body and equipment.
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!
Of course Eastern Weyr at Monaco is headed by T'gellan, once from Benden. He will not let a single thread pass his territory.

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!

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.

End of a Turn!

Yes, it is another end of a Turn and I am still wandering.

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.

Pern is a big place. I will roam it all!

Back to Southern

Yes, I am back in the Southern Continent.
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.
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.
I should have been a trader. It's in my blood but the Harpering ways hath called me...

Anyways, it was a chance to travel. (Courtesy of Harpers Hall. hehehe)

Now, off to tanning my hidebound booty!

Fire-Lizard Itch!

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.

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!

Pepper

This is my new fire-lizard Pepper. He is a very spicy brown!

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.

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.

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.
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. :-)

Brush with the Holdless

Perhaps I am a bit discriminating...
I'm not supposed to be. I'm a Harper but I can't help it.
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.
The point is, they are unruly, undisciplined and ungroomed!!!
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?
Why don't the parents discipline them and teach them something besides getting even, stealing and tricking people?

Who is to blame?

Is it the parents who teach their young bad things or teach nothing at all?
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.
Is it the Lord Holders'? They should have taken steps for the holdless and the family of the Shunned.
Is it the Dragonriders? They always hold themselves aloof to these people and their reality.

Dragon's Fire

Pages from the 2nd Interval, 483 After Landing

Conversations/Scenes coming from Master Harper Zist, Ex-dragonrider Mikal and 3 year old mute, Pellar.

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.
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.
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.

“Can you draw me a picture of yourself?” Mikal asked. “Use any color.”
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.
“Great! Could you draw me, too?” Mikal asked.
Pellar happily complied.
“I see my mouth is pointing down,” Mikal remarked of the finished drawing. “Are you saying I’m sad?”
Pellar nodded.
“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.
“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?”
“It may have come out,” Zist Admitted.
“Did you tell him the color of my dragon?” Mikal pointed to one drawing.
“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.”
“Mmm,” Mikal grunted. He looked at Pellar and pointed at the drawing. “Is that my dragon?”
Pellar nodded, eyes sad.
“How did you know what color to paint it?” Mikal asked.
Pellar raised a paint-covered finger and gently pointed at Mikal’s eyes.