Fyridare: Story

 [ Stats ] [ Impression ] [ Hatchling ]
[ Weyrling ] [ Adult ]

Shard and Jeremoth left Fyridare at the Healing Den, then went back between. So, after watching them go, and bidding Jeremoth goodbye, Fyridare looked at his new surroundings.

According to Jeremoth, he was no longer on Pern. The Healing Den was a place between, a place where all worlds met. And it was renowned for its unique dragons and flits.

While Fyridare made his examination, Baeris, told by Dulath of Fyridare's arrival, went out to meet him. His back was turned to her, and he did not hear her approach. Dulath, speak to him. I can't.

Fyridare turned at the touch of a hand on his arm and a voice in his mind. I am Dulath, and I speak for Baeris, my lifemate. We welcome you to the Healing Den. If you follow Baeris, she will show you the special clutch. As you may have been told, these are very special eggs. We think that they might be able to send thoughts, instead of simply images and emotions. They could help you, Fyridare.

I hope so. I really hope so, Dulath, Baeris, he told them.

Baeris led him through amaze of halls, decorated in orange, black, and red. And... bats?

This the Halloween gather. There is a special dragon clutch, and the firelizard eggs are also different. Their occupants seem to have some very... unique colorings.

They reached a small room, heated by a broiling fire. By it, a clutch of eggs lay. Dulath/Baeris (he couldn't tell who spoke to him) had been right. These eggs were not the normal creamy white: there were silver, blue, even pink orbs lying in the firelight. They glowed almost supernatually and he reached out to touch a dark bronze egg, that seemed to shine more brightly than the others.

It was smooth, and hard, and as Fyridare touched it, it cracked. The little flit inside struggled to get out, and, instictively, he tore at the shell, helping it out. Once freed, it flew shakily to his arm, and he cradled it, amazed at its beauty. Looking at it, he noticed for the first time that he had Impressed a lovely blue."You are Hanashimasu," he told it, Baeris, Dulath, the world. The flit licked his finger gently, and he realized it was bleeding, with a fragment of sharp shell in it.

Let me. The flit gently extracted the shard, and Fyridare gave him s piece of meat. "Thank you, Shi."

With Hanshimasu as his ears, Fyridare improved amazingly, and was soon able to hold conversations. With the flit's - and Baeris's - support he also began to read lips, a skill that proved invaluable. "But," he told Baeris sadly, "I won't ever really be able to talk to someone again."

Later, considering this, she had an idea. Dulath had told her that Fyridare spoke easily and well with dragons, and, with a dragon, he could have a fully intelligent interpreter. He also seemed to love and respect the great dragons, though he rarely held conversations, prefering to watch them as they flew, played, and fed. Perhaps he would stand at a Hatching...
 
 

 

Hanashimazu ('Speak,' in Japanese) came from the Halloween firelizard clutch at Baeris Kshau's Healing Den