A.N. Sorry for the extremely long time in between posts. I thought up the whole story and then another and another and so on but I always found something… better to do. Since it's been so long, Robert's description got mixed up with another classmate's, whose name escapes me. Fairy Tail and The Dragonriders of Pern go to their respective owners. Both series, characters, and worlds are used for no monetary gain with the intent of a good story. Both F'rus and Robert belong to me and only to me. Thanks go to Naptahli, Gonzy, and Ron for the patience they had while I wrote this (Not telling me to shut up while I was typing aloud to myself) as well as Spot for getting me back to with her warmhearted e-mails. Until next time, here's the next story and Wie Geht!
F'rus
"And facing her will be… Carla!"
Blue haired W'mar spun around, stunned. She was going to have to fight Carla? All of a sudden, she was glad that the others were back at the guild hall, getting a pick-me-up from their own fights, having gone before her. She heard her friend, a white short-hair cat complaining as she was shoved forward to face W'mar.
"And… begin!"
With a sigh, W'mar leapt in, tripping over the cat, who was in the process of backing up. At that moment, it was clear that the girl was unable to fight her friend, it was too much. "I-I can't do th-"
"What are you doing, giving up!? If your opponent is on the ground, you'll have to rely on kicks rather than punches, dummkopfen!" Came a familiar shout.
Unable to resist the voice, W'mar went into a fighting stance, leaning in for a kick.
"Get out of the way! You have more maneuverability! Use your wings to get high, then your claws to do damage!"
Carla, also stunned into action, summoned a magic circle, a pair of wings growing from it. Then, she darted forward, claws out, a look of guilt on her face.
"Keep her away from the face! If she scores a hit, you're toast! Counter with a hook or other jab to knock her off her center!"
Keeping her eyes on Carla, W'mar went for a jab to the left, which Carla dodged, only to be hit by W'mar's left hook. Stunned and unused to fighting, the cat collapsed, the fight over. The announcer quickly awarded the win to W'mar but no one was paying attention at that point, many having given up on the fight when the strange voice came out. Now, the group parted to reveal a 5'ish redhead in blue jeans, glasses, and a red fleece jacket along with a bearded guy in a red bandana and biker's clothes.
W'mar looked at the redhead's face, searching for something she hoped was there. However, with the filthy lenses blocking the stranger's face, W'mar was unable to locate it until the stranger lifted one hand, removed them, and spoke up, "Hello again, W'mar."
Then W'mar saw it, cutting a steely blue eye was what appeared to be a scar in the shape of a crescent moon. Sure enough, W'mar was looking into the face of her Weyrleader, F'rus. Stunned by what the other saw, each leapt into a hug, tears streaming down their faces. It had been months since F'rus has gotten back from Pern and though she knew she had gotten back safely, she never knew if the others had done so. On the other hand, W'mar had all but given up hope of ever seeing the woman who had taught her so much about herself, almost as much as her foster mother, the Sky Dragon Grandeeny.
Grinning, W'mar grabbed F'rus' hand, dragging the older girl to the massive grey-stone churchlike building that was the Fairy Tail Guild Hall. Together, they walked inside to a hustling and bustling great room with plush carpets, a stage, and a bar. Robert dropped back, too stunned by the surroundings he saw and the change he saw in the shy, helpful girl he had gotten to know from class.
"This is the job board, it's where we receive jobs for money." W'mar said, pointing to a bulletin board by the bar.
F'rus looked at the jobs; fining jewelry, telling fortunes, rescuing people, translating… F'rus halted in her examination before re-examining the rescuing job. "Please find our husbands, they never came back from work and we're afraid they may have been taken." F'rus grinned, "This sounds interesting."
"Not so fast!"
F'rus and W'mar spun around to see Makarov standing there.
"Only guild members are allowed to take jobs."
"But… but, I don't… I can't…" F'rus started.
"What is your name?"
"I'm F'rus but if that's too hard to pronounce, call me Fyrius, Fyrius Dracosson. And… you are?"
"I'm the guild leader, Makarov Dreyer." Makarov then examined F'rus. "That name sounds familiar…"
"Er…" F'rus froze. What could she say? "I'd love to join the guild but I… I don't have any-"
"Some of our best members don't have much magic. Do you know where we got our name? See, no one has ever seen a fairy so do they even have tails? If we could find out, it'd be a great adventure."
F'rus thought about that, "Well if you don't mind me not having any magic then… I guess I could join."
With that, the trio walked over to the bar. Once there, Makarov got out a stamp with a picture reminiscent of a fairy. F'rus pulled her hair to one side, exposing the nape of her neck. "Do it here."
"May I ask why?"
"Well…" F'rus said, "If we ever had to spy on people or move around without anyone noticing, it would be smart to have the guild mark hidden, don't you think?"
Makarov thought about this before stamping F'rus, the stamp turning blood red on her neck. With that, he spoke up, "Welcome to Fairy Tail, Fyrius."
