Title: Weyrling Blooding
Author: Sam
Series: A WeyrHarper's Repertoire: 07 of 14
Note: C'rus flies in his first real Threadfall. Based on Goodnight, Saigon by Billy Joel.
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We
met as can'dates on Ista Island
We left as wingmates, as weyrling
riders
We
flew so straight, all in our lines
And we thought that we were
doing just fine
We
met Thread head on, just like all others
We felt a strong bond; we
felt like brothers
And
we threw stone and caught just right
And we worked hard through
those long hours of flight
We
had no leisure to think of past fun
Instead we felt sick, as
Threadfall hit one
We
heard her cry, then she betweened
We held our breath as we tried
not to scream
The
silver rained down, just like in training
But now our dragons
cried out from scoring
We knew of pain; yes, we'd been told
And
we'd worked hard for this honor
To fly with each other
Now we
know why the wings look so old
We
had all flown in together
And we thought we would leave
together
We didn't think we'd die together
For
eighteen long months; we worked, and we trained
And against the
rules, we always had strained
We
had to fly, we had to fight
We didn't count on heavy winds all
that night
We
thought we should fly in Thread with a Wing
But we didn't know
that the fight would seem
To
last as long as two turns
As a weyrling
We checked our straps and stoked our dragons
And
then we soared and we flamed Thread
And we had no time to mourn
for our dead
And
dove through the 'death rain'
And went Between to ease all our
pain
We
had all flown in together
And we thought we'd leave together
We
didn't think we'd die together...
Continued in Chapter Ten: Hatchings and Thread
