This. Is. Happening!

Writers: Leigh M-F.
Date Posted: 29th September 2015

Characters: A'kua
Description: Pern must be off its axis now.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 7 of Turn 8
Notes: Mentioned: Ilyssia, Lissath, Elona.

Awareness.

Humming.

It was time to wake up. Oh, how exciting! He struggled and flailed as best
he could within the tiny world that encased him, and then it split apart,
dumping him on his stomach against the soft, hot sand. }:Oof! Hee hee
hee!:{ he exclaimed, followed by a drawn-out }:Whooooaaaaa,:{ as he gazed
about the cavern in awe, drinking in the its stone walls and spectators and
the bronze and gold dragons humming behind him. }:I _love_ it here!:{ he
immediately declared, struggling to his feet.

There was only one thing that could make it better, and he knew it had to
be here. So he looked, and over there were people in white, where his
brothers and sisters were choosing the ones meant for them- oh, so that was
what he was supposed to find! The one meant for him. Where was he? Was he
there? He had to be present, right?

And he was! Standing off slightly to the side, arms crossed and hair in his
face as he watched two new partners walk by. It had to be him! This feeling
of rightness couldn't be steering him wrong, so he clumsily galloped
forward with an ecstatic cry of-

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}:YOU!:{

"AUGH!"

Aluka hadn't been paying attention. He had been watching Lissath and the
eggs, and then the hatchlings start choosing their future riders. He'd
looked to see if Elona had gotten her green yet when that voice sounded out
like a giant bell of brass and stone going off inside his head. Aluka
staggered in shock, fists going to his temples and eyes squeezing shut, and
the next thing he knew, he was flat on his back on the hot sand, a weight
pressing on his body and something damp swiping at his chin.

}:It's you it's you it's you! You're here! Everything is perfect now!:{

Aluka's eyes shot open and met blue-green facets that were whirling at
fantastic speeds, and suddenly he was drowning in a tsunami of euphoria and
ecstasy and LOVE so much LOVE and absolute _rightness_ and-

Wait-

WAIT!

Why was he bronze?! He wasn't supposed to be bronze! He was supposed to be
brown-

}:Get up get up get up!:{ the dragon caroled, his voice like a younger echo
of Aluka's. }:C'mon, there's so much to do and see and it'll be great
because we're together!:{

No no no NO! This wasn't possible! He wasn't supposed to be a bronzerider!
He wasn't cut out for it! He couldn't do it! Jays fardles Ancients bugger
bloody damn this wasn't right something was wrong this couldn't be right
this couldn't be happening yet it was it really was terror panic what was
going on what what what what-

The dragon licked his chin again. }:A'kua, what's wrong?:{

Everything faded but for a sense of dazed confusion in his mind and a
fierce shaking in his body. Slowly, his arms wound about the hatchling's
neck. "Help," he croaked, barely audible, but this baby bronze, whose mind
was now irrevocably meshed with his, understood what was needed. He eased
off his chosen, pulling him upright. A'kua brought his legs under him, took
a deep, gasping breath, and somehow stood, one hand coming to rest on his
dragon's (HIS DRAGON'S) head.

This couldn't be right. But it was. He would never be alone if he didn't
want to be. His weaknesses would be bolstered by the little one's strength.
What had hurt him in the past, what could hurt him in the future; with this
dragon, same as with Lys, it didn't matter. This was how it was supposed to
be.

}:I'll hold you up,:{ the bronze said confidently.

"'Sokay, Zeiranth. Y'don' haveta," the weyrling rasped, and staggered
toward where the other new weyrlings were feeding their dragonets.

}:I knew you'd be okay. You can do anything,:{ Zeiranth said, utterly
pleased, and strutted forward with his chosen, head not leaving contact
with A'kua's palm.

All was right with Pern. All was terribly wrong. And once more, that
whisper of **why not?** carried him on.

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