Disclaimer: I don't know why this is always said, but I know I should say it anyways. I don't, and never will, own Pern. The only things I do claim ownership to in this story are the original characters that I've created.

A/N: J'ral is going to be the main character in this story, but he isn't the same person as in my other story

"Are you paying attention while in formation, J'ral?" shouted Wingleader F'nor, rider of brown Canth. "During this last Fall, you missed several big clumps of Thread, causing injuries and a couple to burrow, destroying several Benden farms. And that's not all. The three Falls before that, you missed clumps that caused injury and burrows. One of the injuries happened to be your friend, M'hal who hasn't been able to fly since."

J'ral, a young rider of brown Jameth, remained silent, not knowing how to respond. The truth was, J'ral felt, that he didn't belong in the skies while Thread fell. He has always been distracted while flying. Now that he thought about it, he didn't even deserve to be a dragonrider.

"Well, do you have anything to say about this?" F'nor asked, impatiently.

Looking up, J'ral managed to say, weakly, "No, Wingleader."

"Very well, then. As of this moment, your privileges are revoked. You will not leave this Weyr without permission and for falls you'll be helping with the firestone, but you won't be going any where. Once the hatchlings are ready to start doing drills, you'll train with them as well as the regular drills with this wing. Once you start flying better, you'll be allowed to do whatever you want. Until then, you'll only be doing what you're told to do."

"Understood, Wingleader," J'ral replied. This was no more than what he expected and less than he should've been given as far as punishment.

"Dismissed."

Silently, J'ral walked out of F'nor's weyr and took the long way down to the kitchens. He was angry that he wasn't good enough to be a proper dragonrider that he didn't talk to any one, not even to Jameth. Once he reached the kitchens, he just got some food, not knowing what it was that he got, and sat down at an empty table and immediately bolted down the food. When another rider sat across from him and two on each side, he didn't look up or acknowledge them.

"J'ral," began one of the riders, green rider F'drik, "We've heard wha-"

"Leave me alone, will you?" J'ral asked, not looking up.

"But J'ral, we wa-" brown rider W'llim started when cut off by J'ral.

"I said, leave me alone."

M'hal, rider of bronze Raloth, decided to say, "No, we won't shut up or go away. We..."

"I don't care."

"...will stay here for as long as it takes to get you to talk to us," M'hal finished over J'ral.

"Fine. Stay, but expect to stay until I'm allowed to fly, which won't be for a long time. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go to my weyr, which you're not allowed in.

The next morning, J'ral was woken up by Jameth, who was saying that his stomach was empty and he wanted to go hunt. He also said that there was a message he was to relay from F'nor.

F'nor says that the wing will be practicing for an extra two hours today. We're to meet him in the bowl in one hour. Be prepared to go between.

Ok, Jameth. Will be ready. Good hunting, J'ral said as his dragon glided down to the bowl and immediately killed a buck, breaking its neck swiftly and turned around to carry it off to the heights. It wasn't long before he was back, this time biting a young doe.

By the time Jameth was satisfied, J'ral was dressed in a dark brown set of cloths, close in shade to the hide of Jameth. Deciding that he had enough time before needing to be ready for practice, he went down to the kitchens and quickly ate some breakfast and drank some k'lah.

Jameth, you done eating? he asked as he took care of the dishes.

Yea. Will meet you over by the kitchens as soon as I finish off this wherry, was the reply.

See you in a minute.

A/N Well, this is all for now. Know it's short, but will make the next chapters longer.