The Weyrwolves of Pern
05 Sep 2015
“Rider Hale,” Chris greeted, formally. “You are very welcome to Beacon Hold. We are most honored that you accepted our invitation this summer’s eve.”
The dragonrider – a Hale, Stiles realized breathlessly – reached up and drew back the leather riding hood that had half-obscured his face, pulling off the flight-lenses in the same graceful motion. He had dark hair, thick brows, and wore a solid, serious expression.
“Oh,” Allison sighed. “He’s gorgeous.”
Stiles nodded a fervent agreement before realizing that Allison was gazing up at the dragon.
His own eyes were trained to the face of the rider.
- Part 1 of The Weyrwolves of Pern
18 Nov 2015
Lycanth swung his massive head out over the crowd, prompting screams and shrieks that he ignored entirely. His gaze singled out a pair of teens, the woman petite and lovely with hair tumbling in masses of dark waves -- she had a bronze firelizard draped around her shoulders like a fancy stole. The young man a collection of sharp angles, unkempt hair, and spattered moles. Dark eyes met Derek's, brows quirking slightly as though daring him to speak.
’Perfect,’ Lycanth rumbled, pleasure and certainty surging through them both.
’Indeed,' Derek agreed.
- Part 2 of The Weyrwolves of Pern
19 Sep 2017
For all that Stiles of Pern had spent years daydreaming about impressing a dragon of his very own, he’d spent substantially less time considering what would happen between the blissful moment the Impression bond was formed and the triumphant, glorious searing of Thread from the sky.
- Part 3 of The Weyrwolves of Pern