Weyr Life: The Drabbles

posted 1st November 2007


#38 - "Touch"

Nothing feels quite like a Gather.

As the anticipation builds, all your cares and worries slip away, and even last 'fall's Threadscore stops aching. At the Weyr, you're a solitary cog; at a Gather, a dragonrider, one of Pern's heroes, idolised by the lads and admired by the ladies.

Nothing feels quite like a Holder lass, spinning across the dance square in your arms. Softer than the women of the Weyr, who've heard all your stories before, the Hold girls still gasp and giggle, entranced.

And then, the kisses: you'll feel those sweet, sweet lips until the Gather night ends.