Prompting Part XXIV
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Sherlock is a Bronze rider who can tell which Holders are holding back on their tithes and which have youngsters they are hiding from search. He is also the brother of Fort Weyr's Weyrleader: Mycroft. He has a reputation for being a brilliant but untouchable asshole.
Everyone worries that that John and Sherlock are going to kill each other, and do everything they can to keep the two apart. But then John's Green rises....
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When they came back down to the ground again, Sh’lock seemed fascinated by the results and complimented Maryth on her ability to hover and her turning circle. He seemed to almost forget that J’ohn was there.
“You’re welcome,” J’ohn said to the back of Sh’lock’s head.
Hamith says that his rider will not speak now for several hours. We should leave. The others are returning.
J’ohn noticed that Maryth’s colour was looking better and she preened a little under his attention.
I like to fly, she said ( ... )
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“Freak can probably speak to Thread as well,” the green rider from before said.
“That’s enough of that, Sally,” L’strade said. “He and Hamith make a good team, and having someone who can speak to dragons on the wing is always useful.”
“Apart from when he tells your dragon to do something mid flight,” N’derson said.
“If he hadn’t redirected Forenth then you’d have both have ended up between,” L’strade said. “That clump was heading right for you.” N’derson didn’t comment. “Anyway, now Sh’lock’s drama’s over. Let’s get back to basics. D’mok, I know you and F’dron are weyrmates now, but flying so close together only causes problems…”
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Hamith’s rider approaches, Maryth said, two days later. He wishes us to fly again.Sh’lock walked into J’ohn’s weyr without knocking ( ... )
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“We have to leave quickly. My brother’s away, and I want to be gone before he realises what I’m doing.”
“You want me to do this against the Weyrleader’s wishes“You have no problems going up against a bronze rider when he is in the wrong, despite him being fully armed and clad in wherhide, while you wore ordinary cloth, but you balk at flying without your Weyrleader’s express permission ( ... )
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I need firestone, Maryth said. I need to flame, but Hamith and his rider say we must not.
John stroked her neck carefully with his hand.
Not today, he told her carefully. We will fly against Thread again, but not today.
It is wrong to watch, Maryth told him, and J’ohn privately agreed.
They waited until it drew a bit nearer, J’ohn gripping one of the contraptions from Sh’lock’s harness, which it turned out were Thread catching devices.
Sh’lock says we fly now, Mayryth said, moving towards the shining, writhing, masses of Thread ( ... )
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“I thought you said he’d be after us…”
“Oh, he will be,” Sh’lock said. “But Anneath will have risen by now, and he won’t let anyone but Diogeneth fly her.”
J’ohn sat up in surprise.
“Anneath’s rising?” he asked.
“Has risen,” Sh’lock said, “a while ago.”
“And you and Hamith are here?” J’ohn said. Sh’lock glanced over at him to point out how stupid that observation was. “I mean… shouldn’t you be… there.”
“Why?”
“Hamith’s a bronze… It’s… I mean…” J’ohn sputtered out. “Bronzes fly queens. It’s what bronze riders do.”
“In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not like most riders, J’ohn. I have no desire to be Weyrleader, nor do I have any desire for the Weyrwoman. My brother is welcome to both.”
“But what about Hamith?”
The bronze turned his heavy-lidded eyes towards him.
“Hamith and I are in agreement on this point.”
Hamith says that Diogeneth flies Anneath, Maryth said. That is how it is. She ( ... )
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Brilliant, just brilliant. Sh’lock was getting him into trouble. Really J’ohn should just stop paying attention to bronze riders at all.
Diogeneth says you should hurry, Maryth told him. The Weyrleader has a busy day.He hurried, and when he got to the Weyrleader’s chambers, he found Anthea sitting outside looking exactly as she had the day before, as though Anneath hadn’t ridden at all yesterday. J’ohn spared her a curious glance, wondering at her unruffled nature. Back at Igen queen riders had always been a bit… different the day after a mating flight, but it seemed that the Fort Weyrwoman didn’t stop for anything ( ... )
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“Those are private.”
“If you didn’t want people to read them, why would you leave them out in the open?”
“I left them in the box by the bed,” J’ohn pointed out.
“You did have a weyrmate,” Sh’lock said. J’ohn blinked and saw that Sh’lock was holding one of the letters from M’ray.
“Sometimes. We were nothing serious,” J’ohn said with a shrug. “Bilth flew Maryth twice, and M’ray was a good man.”
“Not serious enough for him to come with you.”
“He’s Igen Weyr born and bred,” J’ohn said. “And I wouldn’t have asked him to. What’s this about?” Sh’lock swung around on the chair, going from stationary to full motion in the blink of an eye.
“I’d like to use Maryth for an experiment.”
“Nothing to do with that Thread,” J’ohn said warily.
“No, that’s entirely different,” Sh’lock said. “Do I have your permission?”
“So you’re asking me this time?” J’ohn asked ( ... )
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Or bleed and burn
Fly between
Blue and green,
Soar, dive down,
Bronze and brown,
Dragonmen must fly
When Threads are in the sky.
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Thread fell over Ruatha and J’ohn flew to greet it. He felt like a true dragonrider again for the first time since his injury. Feeding Maryth firestone and soaring above the Hold to sear the Thread from the sky.
Around him he could see the flames of the other dragons, and see creatures blink in and out of view as they went between if they were hit by Thread. Far below them he saw the queens’ wing, led by Anthea on Anneath, glowing brilliantly in the sun. They were flying like no dragons he had ever seen before, performing turns that he wouldn’t have believed possible if he hadn’t seen them himself ( ... )
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“I need to get to her,” he said. turning to run down the passageways, though he knew he wouldn’t get there on time.
Don’t eat,he said to her, as firmly as he could. But her mind was fixed on her prey, she was desperate with hunger. He was with her, flying there above the feeding ground, brilliant and powerful. He was only dimly aware of himself running towards the feeding ground, Sh’lock at his heels. Blood only! he told her. You cannot feed.
She rebelled and plunged down, diving towards the bewildered herdbeast below her, catching it in her talons and bringing her jaws down.
Blood only, Maryth! J’ohn said, forcing her to pull her head away, the hot iron blood coating her tongue ( ... )
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“He’s right, it’s none of your business,” J’ohn said. “So if you could leave our chambers. Now… please.” He added the last belatedly as he remembered that he was in fact talking to his Weyrleader. M’croft looked at him for a long moment before smiling his serene smile again.
“Perhaps my brother has made the right decision, for once. You will both be expected to return to patrol tomorrow. Goodbye J’ohn, Sh’lock.”
“Goodbye M’croft,” Sh’lock said, flopping back down onto the bed with an exaggerated sigh ( ... )
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