Post by Pocket on Aug 4, 2012 23:24:56 GMT -5
It all started with a little green dragon. Hatched shortly after the last Pass ended in the warmth of Southern Weyr, green Memmirath was a sight to behold, the first dragon ever to be born with a sex that didn't correspond to his color. Memmirath and his Z'olt took Pern by storm. No one could figure out why he had been born different from all other greens before him.
Nobody cared long, anyway.
Memmirath's existence changed everything, though no one's quite sure why. Regardless of color, dragons, whers, and firelizards were being born male or female, some even clutching once they were old enough.
Memmirath was the start, but Tinelosk was the catalyst, the proof that things could no longer stay the same as they had for so very long. The wher was born in one of the Northern mining Holds, bonded to a small girl named Tinelorr, hide as golden as the sun and as undeniably male as no other golden wher, flit, or dragon had ever been.
Over the next 200 Turns, everything shifted. Impression no longer seemed bound by the old rules regarding gender, sexuality, or age. It was a time of peace and reformation. Weyrwomen and Weyrleaders became obsolete, ghosts of the past that were replaced with Councils of elected officials. Dragonriders became approachable, more accessible. Pern became united.
Thread began to fall again, and dragonriders were ready to take on the task. The age of prosperity had not dulled the teachings from Hall to Hold to Weyr, and fighting dragons took to the skies to protect their homelands from the dangerous spore.
The return of Threadfall was anticipated. The strange sandstorms in the desert between Igen and Ista Weyrs were not. In the aftermath of the storms, strange people have started to arrive. Glitches in the perfect machine.
And there have been rumblings of unease. Fear that all might not be as perfect as it seems.
Nobody cared long, anyway.
Memmirath's existence changed everything, though no one's quite sure why. Regardless of color, dragons, whers, and firelizards were being born male or female, some even clutching once they were old enough.
Memmirath was the start, but Tinelosk was the catalyst, the proof that things could no longer stay the same as they had for so very long. The wher was born in one of the Northern mining Holds, bonded to a small girl named Tinelorr, hide as golden as the sun and as undeniably male as no other golden wher, flit, or dragon had ever been.
Over the next 200 Turns, everything shifted. Impression no longer seemed bound by the old rules regarding gender, sexuality, or age. It was a time of peace and reformation. Weyrwomen and Weyrleaders became obsolete, ghosts of the past that were replaced with Councils of elected officials. Dragonriders became approachable, more accessible. Pern became united.
Thread began to fall again, and dragonriders were ready to take on the task. The age of prosperity had not dulled the teachings from Hall to Hold to Weyr, and fighting dragons took to the skies to protect their homelands from the dangerous spore.
The return of Threadfall was anticipated. The strange sandstorms in the desert between Igen and Ista Weyrs were not. In the aftermath of the storms, strange people have started to arrive. Glitches in the perfect machine.
And there have been rumblings of unease. Fear that all might not be as perfect as it seems.