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Pinch Me

Writers: Halyonix
Date Posted: 9th December 2025

Characters: D'ltero, Soroven, Kheheral
Description: D'ltero Impresses the unpredictable Helanth
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 13, day 20 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: Felorin


"I swear, Khe, if you puke up dinner," Soroven complained as the Candidates all quickly filed into the Sands that evening. They had shoveled down their meal quickly, uncertain of how long it would take for the eggs to hatch, and were now standing with full bellies and an oppressive heat as they waited. Kheheral was looking a little too full.

Daltero, ignoring Soroven's complaint, rubbed Kheheral's shoulder soothingly. "It'll be okay, Khe. It's just a Hatching." His grin was confident, unfazed. "We've done this before."

"Yeah, well, not with forty eggs," Soroven muttered as he shifted his weight. He was watching the eggs like a snake, trying to figure out which one would hatch first. When it was the most unassuming pale egg, he said, "Alright. Here we go. Oh, shells, it's a green." And when that green primly dismissed all of the boys to go select one of the girls, Soroven said, "Oh thank Faranth, it's Felorin."

"Better hope you don't Impress then," Daltero chuckled. He was watching the eggs now too, as more hatchlings began to split their shells. Greens and blues tumbled forth, browns took their time. Not as many bronzes as Daltero knew Kheheral was hoping for. Maybe there wasn't a bronze at all in the clutch? Terrible odds of that with forty.

At the height of the Hatching, the trio spotted a sapphire blue dragon hopping their way. A collective breath was held. Was this...the moment?

Sure was. For one of them, anyway.

The little hatchling barreled straight into Daltero, knocking him over. }: Oh, hello! :{ Daltero heard him say, clear as a bell in his ear. As quickly as he had knocked Daltero down, the hatchling backed off of him, like he was on bouncy springs or something. His tail whipped this way and that, nearly sweeping Kheheral off his feet as the other boy tried to get out of range. }: Why are you down there? Why are you wearing this awful thing?:{

As Daltero went to answer, the hatchling caught a piece of the robe and gave it a good yank, tearing it. "I'm down here because you knocked me over, you silly thing," he said with an incredulous laugh. "Now help me up and don't tear off all of my clothing, okay?" But the damage was pretty much done. The robe now showed off lots of skin. As Daltero got back to his feet, dusting the sand off, the hatchling gave it another playful tug. "Hey, wait up, buddy, I kinda need to be clothed for this big momentous occasion, okay? How about you give me your name so I can announce you."

The blue hatchling plopped his butt down on the ground and looked up at his new, almost shirtless rider. }: Helanth. I'm Helanth. :{

"Helanth. Alright. Guess that makes me--?"

}: D'ltero. :{ Helanth tilted his head to the side. }: Okay, you've announced me. Sorta. Let's go! :{ And on that final word, Helanth darted forward, grabbed the hem of the robe, and _pulled_, neatly ripping the entire thing off.

"Good thing you wore underwear," Soroven remarked, snickering.

}: Victory! :{ Helanth declared, dragging the robe around and shaking his head like it was a wherry to be killed. }: Done. Okay, now that you're done with that ugly thing -- wait, why are you picking it up?! :{

Still laughing, at both fortune and misfortune, D'ltero began wrapping the shredded robe around his waist in a makeshift skirt. "Because I can't walk out of here in my underwear, Helanth," he tried to explain but it was all so sharding funny that he kept chuckling through most of his words. "I promise to take it off as soon as we get you out of here. Are you hungry?"

}: Starving! :{ Helanth answered, his focus no longer on the robe and now on his rumbling belly. He wiggled all over in excitement. }: Foodfoodfood! Let's go! :{ He dashed off, leaving his rider to catch up.

"Good luck with him!" Soroven called.

"Boy am I gonna need it," D'ltero chuckled to himself.

Last updated on the December 21st 2025


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