Post by B'kay on Aug 21, 2008 10:28:57 GMT -5
They gave me this thing, this scroll thing ... and I'm supposed to keep a journal in it? Well, I'm used to keeping beast records, so I guess this won't be much different -- just less structured. Or something.
I came here when the riders were first returning, when the rest of Pern only half believed the dragons were back. I came here looking for sanctuary, of sorts, for things hadn't been easy for me. I came here looking to hide within the great walls of the Bowl, care for the beasts, and be close to the creatures I thought I'd only ever seen in my dreams.
Now, my dream sleeps beside me, quiet and peaceful, his belly full, his hide oiled and gleaming.
And I, Caltrain ... no, C'train! ... am a dragonrider. C'train, rider of brown Rhobith. Oh, shells, does that sound amazing, or what?
If I were another person, I'd get on my dragon and find all the bullies who've beaten me up, especially that lout that knocked out my tooth a few years ago. I'd fly to them and sit high above them on my great brown dragon and dare them to try it again!
But I'm not that person. I'm me, and I'm content to know that Rhobith is mine, and they have nothing but their own lonely minds to contend with from now on. I feel like I must have done something right, somewhere along the road. I feel like I've been rewarded with a great treasure.
And I have. His sepia hide gleams with amber-gold, what greater treasure could there be?
B'kay ... Weyrlingmaster B'kay, guess he's my teacher now! ... B'kay says that official lessons will be starting soon, but in the meanwhile, I've been reading up on notes that were given to me by the Candidatemaster ... all the stuff I missed, since I wasn't even a candidate! I missed a lot ... but it's not hard. After all, I've cared for beasts all my life ... not that Rhobith is really a "beast".
He's my friend, my partner, my completed thought, the other half of my heart. He's all I've ever needed, all my life ... and I didn't even know it till he looked into my eyes.
I'm a dragonrider!
I came here when the riders were first returning, when the rest of Pern only half believed the dragons were back. I came here looking for sanctuary, of sorts, for things hadn't been easy for me. I came here looking to hide within the great walls of the Bowl, care for the beasts, and be close to the creatures I thought I'd only ever seen in my dreams.
Now, my dream sleeps beside me, quiet and peaceful, his belly full, his hide oiled and gleaming.
And I, Caltrain ... no, C'train! ... am a dragonrider. C'train, rider of brown Rhobith. Oh, shells, does that sound amazing, or what?
If I were another person, I'd get on my dragon and find all the bullies who've beaten me up, especially that lout that knocked out my tooth a few years ago. I'd fly to them and sit high above them on my great brown dragon and dare them to try it again!
But I'm not that person. I'm me, and I'm content to know that Rhobith is mine, and they have nothing but their own lonely minds to contend with from now on. I feel like I must have done something right, somewhere along the road. I feel like I've been rewarded with a great treasure.
And I have. His sepia hide gleams with amber-gold, what greater treasure could there be?
B'kay ... Weyrlingmaster B'kay, guess he's my teacher now! ... B'kay says that official lessons will be starting soon, but in the meanwhile, I've been reading up on notes that were given to me by the Candidatemaster ... all the stuff I missed, since I wasn't even a candidate! I missed a lot ... but it's not hard. After all, I've cared for beasts all my life ... not that Rhobith is really a "beast".
He's my friend, my partner, my completed thought, the other half of my heart. He's all I've ever needed, all my life ... and I didn't even know it till he looked into my eyes.
I'm a dragonrider!
