pern_queen_rider
18th June 2005, 05:33 PM
ooc: this is a one chance FF with regards to AM for her Perns series.
"Dragonly Thoughts" By: Pern Queen Rider
With items from: Queenrider Melody
Authors Note:
Shawant is created and licensed to Queenrider Melody. The poem "Shawant’s Miracle" is too, and I have included it here in it’s full version, and any other characters, names, dragons, songs or poems are mine.
I additionally show this story through the views of the main character I created, "Art" and the sounds that Shawant hears. I age Shawant to coincide with Arts story.
Beginning of Ninth Pass:
"Dragons dreaming
soaring, flying
aging above
all dreams-
life seems to go on
but can we live
without our beat?
Dragons are Perns
heartbeat, a quiet
sensuous sound-
something that
tells us that we’re
safe-
a beat to tell
us that all is quiet
and all is safe."
Art stared at the apprentice Harper, the young Serra strumming a new tune on her gitar. A good friend of Arts, she was the same age as the boy, fourteen. She had said that green-riders were coming to Southern Boll, and she would know, seeing as she had been brought by a green-rider.
Art dreamed of being a bronze rider. Well, heck, any dragons rider. It was a dream that she appreciated, one that he wanted to live. His green eyes found his good friend in Southern Boll, Shawant. Shawant and Art had been born within sevendays of each other. They were best friends, and Shawant had even impressed a green watch-wher.
Shawant the singer,
Shawant the blind,
Always singing,
And never hides.
Shawant always won,
He couldn't loose,
He loved all games,
He couldn't choose!
However, all was not to be okay. For several months after Shawant’s impression Shawalsk, they took midnight walks, to get Shawalsk better formed to Boll. Then the Mines caved in and Shawant and Shawalsk went to Mine Hold in the south to protect them. Alas, the good times were going, going gone.
A sudden explosion rocked Shawalsk underneath a pile of rubble, and the dying Watch-Whers shriek was huge as Shawant tried to save his friend, instead losing his sight, a fortunate only happening out of the explosion, as Shawalsk, his bonded, had died.. However, Shawant never recovered.
That was when Serra first came back, from her apprenticeship. She had composed a song for Shawalsk, and Shawant, the two of her three friends at Boll. It was beautiful and it pained Art to hear it when he knew that Shawant would never get his sight back again, and that had been proved, by the Holds Healer, Ayani, Serra’s mother.
"Shawant and Shawalsk
two of the best-
a green and a wonder
in a Mines holding nest.
They didn’t get out,
at all not safe,
for dear Watch-Wher Shawalsk
was killed and Shawant was lost
in this terrible fate"
Art stared at his friend across the fire. He wondered how Shawant would react to the dragons.
A voice echoed across his brains, idly questioning like a fog. A voice wondered ‘Why is he doing this?’ No one understands. It’s like they won’t listen. Which they won’t. The dragons do. They were there. They didn’t want me to go to the Hold. I still went. I should’ve listened. I didn’t, and instead I lost Shawalsk. It hurts inside, and no one knows!
Art stared at his friend. He was hurting, he could tell. He was crunched over, holding his stomach, his eyes-well, his face, scrunched up, as if in thought.
Clear green eyes stared at him. He knew, but couldn’t say how. It was odd, though, that he knew what or whom, was looking at him. It was as if someone had told him Art was looking at him. What’s more, he knew that the Holder was coming, yet the Holders lodgings were behind him- which, even if he could see, he couldn’t see him coming. Funny, it was.
A sudden deep croon echoed across the Hold the next morning. "The dragons are here." Shawant remarked, then gasped, and clapped his hands over his mouth. "Shawant!" Art cried. "I can talk!" Shawant said, surprised, happily.
"Shawant! Art! Get out here! Your going to be fostered at the Harper Hall with Serra."
Art groaned, and Shawant smiled. "Come on Art, you know that you just have to sing."
"Yes, but I have to help write it to."
"Do not. Remember? As long as I keep quiet, we do what we did last year."
"Do you want too? I mean-"
"ART! SHAWANT! GET OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW!"
"The mistress calls!" Art said, laughing.
The two boarded J’lerns Emeralth, a wonderful green who was the Healers Hall dragon transport, while Serra and Ayani boarded Teelenth, Ami’s green.
~Back to the Hall, Emeralth!~ Shawant heard J’lern say.
Once at the Hall, Shawant and Art were shown back to the Apprentice Hall, where Serra waited for them. "So got your assignments?"
"Yes, Serra. I sing and Shawant writes the songs. As before." Art said, winking at Shawant.
"All right…" Serra said suspiciously. Then she stopped and cocked her head. "Oh no! It’s Search Day! I completely forgot!"
Art gasped. "Search…day?" He stammered.
"Yes search. They come about every three weeks" Serra said imperiously. "We need to go, come on!"
A young green landed, a much larger green than Emeralth or Teelenth.
"Hi everyone, I’m Lanai, and this is my green Zalath. As all of you know, I’m here on search, and I hail from Ista Weyr. If I tap you on the shoulder, you have been officially Searched, and you will go back to the Weyr with me."
Around and around the rider went,
Searching for candidates,
And then she stops upon one boy,
The blind Shawant!
"You young sir." She said to him, tapping him. "Then…" After some more searching, she stopped upon Serra and Art, who were staring at her. "You two, also. This is it. Thank you, Ayani."
"Our pleasure. Art and Shawant are best friends, and Serra, is my daughter. All three hail from Southern Boll hold."
"Our pleasure Ayani. Happy harping and healing."
Yanked away on the dragon green,
Soon in the sky and not seen,
The rushing cold of between,
And then the sky reappeared.
A few weeks later, they all were busy at the serving hearths in the Kitchen caverns. Shawant was now able to speak, and his ability to know what was going on was confirmed by the Weyrwoman Tarwena, who confirmed that he could hear any dragon, an ability they both had. It was a good ability and it was what had saved him in the rockslide.
Suddenly, a hum cracked through the air. "The Hatching!" they all cried. Rushing around madly, the three dashed to the Candidate Barracks. Hurrying to the Hatching Sands, they all gasped soundly and bowed to Qylvinath, the weyrwomans queen. Serra departed from her friends and joined the females, who were ringed around the queen egg, while Art and Shawant joined the boys staring at the eggs.
And then a hum,
To the hatching sands they go.
Crack and crack,
Hatchling by hatchling hatch.
The largest egg had Hatched first, the queen, of all surprises, who without hesitation, went to Serra, and she was Jemnath. The other dragonets were not to be outdone, a brown going to Ph’bar, and a green, Mayath, going to a sweet young girl named Zana. The first bronze, hatched after Mayath, was A’rts dragon-Zarath.
Last to impress, but most important, a young blue named Aeth went to Shawant, no longer Shawant, but Sh'want.
A blue walked 'round
Until his eyes layed upon Shawant.
He ran over and said You're mine!,
And started to wimper and cry.
"I can see, I can see!" was Shawants cry,
No longer Shawant but Sh'want,
On the hatching grounds blind,
Blind but not blinded.
The three friends looked at each other, the soon to be: Weyrwoman, Jr. Weyrleader, and Weyrling Master. They all smiled and blushed, and looked forward not back, to the new future they had, and the one special song to summon them all:
Shawant's Miracle
Shawant the singer,
Shawant the blind,
Always singing,
And never hides.
Shawant always won,
He couldn't loose,
He loved all games,
He couldn't choose!
Then one day,
With a sparkle of green,
A dragon landed,
For it was a search day!
Around and around the rider went,
Searching for candidates,
And then she stops upon one boy,
The blind Shawant!
Yanked away on the dragon green,
Soon in the sky and not seen,
The rushing cold of between,
And then the sky reappeared.
And then a hum,
To the hatching sands they go.
Crack and crack,
Hatchling by hatchling hatch.
A blue walked 'round
Until his eyes layed upon Shawant.
He ran over and said You're mine!,
And started to wimper and cry.
"I can see, I can see!" was Shawants cry,
No longer Shawant but Sh'want,
On the hatching grounds blind,
Blind but not blinded.
And so it was, then end of it all, the love of three friends, impressed, one and all.
"Three"
They all smiled and blushed,
and looked forward not back,
the future Weyrwoman, Weyrleader
and Weyrling Master.
And so it was,
the end of all,
the love of three friends,
impressed,
one and all.
"Dragonly Thoughts" By: Pern Queen Rider
With items from: Queenrider Melody
Authors Note:
Shawant is created and licensed to Queenrider Melody. The poem "Shawant’s Miracle" is too, and I have included it here in it’s full version, and any other characters, names, dragons, songs or poems are mine.
I additionally show this story through the views of the main character I created, "Art" and the sounds that Shawant hears. I age Shawant to coincide with Arts story.
Beginning of Ninth Pass:
"Dragons dreaming
soaring, flying
aging above
all dreams-
life seems to go on
but can we live
without our beat?
Dragons are Perns
heartbeat, a quiet
sensuous sound-
something that
tells us that we’re
safe-
a beat to tell
us that all is quiet
and all is safe."
Art stared at the apprentice Harper, the young Serra strumming a new tune on her gitar. A good friend of Arts, she was the same age as the boy, fourteen. She had said that green-riders were coming to Southern Boll, and she would know, seeing as she had been brought by a green-rider.
Art dreamed of being a bronze rider. Well, heck, any dragons rider. It was a dream that she appreciated, one that he wanted to live. His green eyes found his good friend in Southern Boll, Shawant. Shawant and Art had been born within sevendays of each other. They were best friends, and Shawant had even impressed a green watch-wher.
Shawant the singer,
Shawant the blind,
Always singing,
And never hides.
Shawant always won,
He couldn't loose,
He loved all games,
He couldn't choose!
However, all was not to be okay. For several months after Shawant’s impression Shawalsk, they took midnight walks, to get Shawalsk better formed to Boll. Then the Mines caved in and Shawant and Shawalsk went to Mine Hold in the south to protect them. Alas, the good times were going, going gone.
A sudden explosion rocked Shawalsk underneath a pile of rubble, and the dying Watch-Whers shriek was huge as Shawant tried to save his friend, instead losing his sight, a fortunate only happening out of the explosion, as Shawalsk, his bonded, had died.. However, Shawant never recovered.
That was when Serra first came back, from her apprenticeship. She had composed a song for Shawalsk, and Shawant, the two of her three friends at Boll. It was beautiful and it pained Art to hear it when he knew that Shawant would never get his sight back again, and that had been proved, by the Holds Healer, Ayani, Serra’s mother.
"Shawant and Shawalsk
two of the best-
a green and a wonder
in a Mines holding nest.
They didn’t get out,
at all not safe,
for dear Watch-Wher Shawalsk
was killed and Shawant was lost
in this terrible fate"
Art stared at his friend across the fire. He wondered how Shawant would react to the dragons.
A voice echoed across his brains, idly questioning like a fog. A voice wondered ‘Why is he doing this?’ No one understands. It’s like they won’t listen. Which they won’t. The dragons do. They were there. They didn’t want me to go to the Hold. I still went. I should’ve listened. I didn’t, and instead I lost Shawalsk. It hurts inside, and no one knows!
Art stared at his friend. He was hurting, he could tell. He was crunched over, holding his stomach, his eyes-well, his face, scrunched up, as if in thought.
Clear green eyes stared at him. He knew, but couldn’t say how. It was odd, though, that he knew what or whom, was looking at him. It was as if someone had told him Art was looking at him. What’s more, he knew that the Holder was coming, yet the Holders lodgings were behind him- which, even if he could see, he couldn’t see him coming. Funny, it was.
A sudden deep croon echoed across the Hold the next morning. "The dragons are here." Shawant remarked, then gasped, and clapped his hands over his mouth. "Shawant!" Art cried. "I can talk!" Shawant said, surprised, happily.
"Shawant! Art! Get out here! Your going to be fostered at the Harper Hall with Serra."
Art groaned, and Shawant smiled. "Come on Art, you know that you just have to sing."
"Yes, but I have to help write it to."
"Do not. Remember? As long as I keep quiet, we do what we did last year."
"Do you want too? I mean-"
"ART! SHAWANT! GET OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW!"
"The mistress calls!" Art said, laughing.
The two boarded J’lerns Emeralth, a wonderful green who was the Healers Hall dragon transport, while Serra and Ayani boarded Teelenth, Ami’s green.
~Back to the Hall, Emeralth!~ Shawant heard J’lern say.
Once at the Hall, Shawant and Art were shown back to the Apprentice Hall, where Serra waited for them. "So got your assignments?"
"Yes, Serra. I sing and Shawant writes the songs. As before." Art said, winking at Shawant.
"All right…" Serra said suspiciously. Then she stopped and cocked her head. "Oh no! It’s Search Day! I completely forgot!"
Art gasped. "Search…day?" He stammered.
"Yes search. They come about every three weeks" Serra said imperiously. "We need to go, come on!"
A young green landed, a much larger green than Emeralth or Teelenth.
"Hi everyone, I’m Lanai, and this is my green Zalath. As all of you know, I’m here on search, and I hail from Ista Weyr. If I tap you on the shoulder, you have been officially Searched, and you will go back to the Weyr with me."
Around and around the rider went,
Searching for candidates,
And then she stops upon one boy,
The blind Shawant!
"You young sir." She said to him, tapping him. "Then…" After some more searching, she stopped upon Serra and Art, who were staring at her. "You two, also. This is it. Thank you, Ayani."
"Our pleasure. Art and Shawant are best friends, and Serra, is my daughter. All three hail from Southern Boll hold."
"Our pleasure Ayani. Happy harping and healing."
Yanked away on the dragon green,
Soon in the sky and not seen,
The rushing cold of between,
And then the sky reappeared.
A few weeks later, they all were busy at the serving hearths in the Kitchen caverns. Shawant was now able to speak, and his ability to know what was going on was confirmed by the Weyrwoman Tarwena, who confirmed that he could hear any dragon, an ability they both had. It was a good ability and it was what had saved him in the rockslide.
Suddenly, a hum cracked through the air. "The Hatching!" they all cried. Rushing around madly, the three dashed to the Candidate Barracks. Hurrying to the Hatching Sands, they all gasped soundly and bowed to Qylvinath, the weyrwomans queen. Serra departed from her friends and joined the females, who were ringed around the queen egg, while Art and Shawant joined the boys staring at the eggs.
And then a hum,
To the hatching sands they go.
Crack and crack,
Hatchling by hatchling hatch.
The largest egg had Hatched first, the queen, of all surprises, who without hesitation, went to Serra, and she was Jemnath. The other dragonets were not to be outdone, a brown going to Ph’bar, and a green, Mayath, going to a sweet young girl named Zana. The first bronze, hatched after Mayath, was A’rts dragon-Zarath.
Last to impress, but most important, a young blue named Aeth went to Shawant, no longer Shawant, but Sh'want.
A blue walked 'round
Until his eyes layed upon Shawant.
He ran over and said You're mine!,
And started to wimper and cry.
"I can see, I can see!" was Shawants cry,
No longer Shawant but Sh'want,
On the hatching grounds blind,
Blind but not blinded.
The three friends looked at each other, the soon to be: Weyrwoman, Jr. Weyrleader, and Weyrling Master. They all smiled and blushed, and looked forward not back, to the new future they had, and the one special song to summon them all:
Shawant's Miracle
Shawant the singer,
Shawant the blind,
Always singing,
And never hides.
Shawant always won,
He couldn't loose,
He loved all games,
He couldn't choose!
Then one day,
With a sparkle of green,
A dragon landed,
For it was a search day!
Around and around the rider went,
Searching for candidates,
And then she stops upon one boy,
The blind Shawant!
Yanked away on the dragon green,
Soon in the sky and not seen,
The rushing cold of between,
And then the sky reappeared.
And then a hum,
To the hatching sands they go.
Crack and crack,
Hatchling by hatchling hatch.
A blue walked 'round
Until his eyes layed upon Shawant.
He ran over and said You're mine!,
And started to wimper and cry.
"I can see, I can see!" was Shawants cry,
No longer Shawant but Sh'want,
On the hatching grounds blind,
Blind but not blinded.
And so it was, then end of it all, the love of three friends, impressed, one and all.
"Three"
They all smiled and blushed,
and looked forward not back,
the future Weyrwoman, Weyrleader
and Weyrling Master.
And so it was,
the end of all,
the love of three friends,
impressed,
one and all.