Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, we all know. I don't own McCaffrey's stuff, while I do have my characters.

ANs: At the request of CrossoverQueen, I'm making a new-and-improved ending for this story. It picks up right after she gets back to the Weyr in version one, before she meets the newly Impressed (which won't happen in v.2).

Weyrwoman Rinyi stood up, frowning. "Tr'lay," she said. "Is that – it is! Tr'lay, a green dragon is… I don't know. She's just sitting there. She's not even looking at the candidates. Just wailing her little heart out!"

The Weyrleader, Tr'lay, hastily scrambled out of his seat. Kenzlith! he reflexively cried in his mind. What the shard is going on?

She does not want to Impress, the bronze said slowly. She is not happy.

Doesn't want to Impress? Tr'lay repeated, running down from his place to the burning Sands, skidding to a stop in front of the green. She squealed when he approached, but then took up her pitiful moans.

Rinyi came up beside Tr'lay. She waved away people who'd come to look. "Stay back," she warned. "We'll deal with this." Then, she turned to her weyrmate and said in an undertone, "What are we going to do?"

"We'll go see if there's someone in the stands," he said. "And if there's no one acceptable there…"

Rinyi swallowed hard. "Right."

Tr'lay slowly stretched out a hand for the poor little green. She warily looked at him, and when the hand came too close, she snapped at it, backing away. She was acting like a trapped animal. Tr'lay felt his heart squeeze.

Rinyi hissed under her breath, "Relikth! Calm her down!"

Tr'lay didn't think the queen dragon had had very much effect on the wild green, but he was able to put a gentle hand on her neck. She cringed away from him, but he guided her gently toward the seats where people waited anxiously.

Tr'lay brought her to the first row, which she looked at briefly, then took up her thin wailing again. He pushed her carefully up the steps.

They went through every row, until Tr'lay's thighs ached and burned. At his side Rinyi's face was drawing tighter. "Tr'lay?" she whispered. "Is she going to…?"

At that moment, a blue burst out of between. The green lifted her head, calling urgently.

"Plesiath?" Rinyi said blankly. "Why does she want Plesiath?"

Sure enough, the unImpressed green flung herself at Tr'lay's legs, squealing. He backed up, surprised, and she raced down the stairs, her slightly scratchy voice echoing across the Sands.

Lanlia was set gently on the ground by B'yar. She looked around. What's that terrible sound? she wondered, clapping her hands to her ears.

Suddenly, from around the other side of blue Plesiath, bolted a tiny green dragon, who hurled herself at Lanlia.

You are here! You are finally here! Rhieth shouted happily in Lanlia's mind.

"What?" Lanlia breathed. "Rhieth? Rhieth? Oh, Rhieth!"

Tr'lay came onto the Sands, smiling with relief and that grin he always had during those wonderful Hatchings.

"Hello, Lanlia," Rinyi said, also beaming.

"Yes," Tr'lay said, picking the name up from his weyrmate. "Hello, Lanlia, and welcome to the life of a dragonrider of Pern."

Yes. Yes, you are my rider. Now and forever.

And ever and ever.

ANs: There. Is that better? CrossoverQueen pointed out that dragons can't go between properly until they're trained, so I fixed this. If there's any more confusion, I'm happy to clear it up. I don't THINK there'll be another addition to this story, but who knows?

(The reason I left up the first version, too, is because I still happen to be rather partial to it. But this was very good logic on CrossoverQeen's part. Thanks again.)