To Be A Harper (Zack, Rated K)
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pc32_ficsFandom: Crossover: Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers & Dragonriders of Pern
Summary: Zack always knew what he wanted. Part of my “Flights of Fancy” universe
Zack’s friends wanted to be dragonriders. And he supposed that made sense. The aerial defenders lived above the common people - literally, in their stone Weyrs. It appeared to many people as though, due to the tithe system, they did not work beyond the exciting job of searing Thread from the sky.
Zack knew better - he had ever since Harper Caylon brought him to Igen Weyr, to sing and celebrate Turnover with the other handpicked students of the Hold.
Dragons needed oiling. Weyrlings required training. Firestone needed to be bagged, counted and stacked while other riders repaired the leathers that held them to their partners.
Thread didn’t stop for a holiday. Thread wouldn’t fall smoothly simply because they wished it to, to “go easy” on the riders who had indulged a bit too much with the passing of a Turn. Dragons were injured. Riders bled, lost limbs and weyrmates and wingriders.
The Weyrs still mourned Telgar Weyrwoman Zulaya; Weyrleader K’vin had thrown the next flight open.
Riders, more than the common folk, needed a reason to smile. A reason to celebrate; a beat to stamp to and a tune to carry them away from the death and destruction they faced. A distracted man or woman on dragonback could be gone in an instant - literally, to the cold black nothing of between. One clump of Thread slipping through the ranks could demolish a field or forest, leaving only barren land and hungry Pernese.
Zack had always wanted to be a harper. He wanted to sing and dance and teach. People needed to laugh and learn in turn.
Now, though, he knew. He was going to be the best Harper ever... and he was going to serve his Weyr.
Besides, everybody knew the prettiest ladies lived up in those caverns!
Summary: Zack always knew what he wanted. Part of my “Flights of Fancy” universe
Zack’s friends wanted to be dragonriders. And he supposed that made sense. The aerial defenders lived above the common people - literally, in their stone Weyrs. It appeared to many people as though, due to the tithe system, they did not work beyond the exciting job of searing Thread from the sky.
Zack knew better - he had ever since Harper Caylon brought him to Igen Weyr, to sing and celebrate Turnover with the other handpicked students of the Hold.
Dragons needed oiling. Weyrlings required training. Firestone needed to be bagged, counted and stacked while other riders repaired the leathers that held them to their partners.
Thread didn’t stop for a holiday. Thread wouldn’t fall smoothly simply because they wished it to, to “go easy” on the riders who had indulged a bit too much with the passing of a Turn. Dragons were injured. Riders bled, lost limbs and weyrmates and wingriders.
The Weyrs still mourned Telgar Weyrwoman Zulaya; Weyrleader K’vin had thrown the next flight open.
Riders, more than the common folk, needed a reason to smile. A reason to celebrate; a beat to stamp to and a tune to carry them away from the death and destruction they faced. A distracted man or woman on dragonback could be gone in an instant - literally, to the cold black nothing of between. One clump of Thread slipping through the ranks could demolish a field or forest, leaving only barren land and hungry Pernese.
Zack had always wanted to be a harper. He wanted to sing and dance and teach. People needed to laugh and learn in turn.
Now, though, he knew. He was going to be the best Harper ever... and he was going to serve his Weyr.
Besides, everybody knew the prettiest ladies lived up in those caverns!
