THE HATCHING

A sound, almost like a trumpet blasting at full volume sounded through Abri. The mother of the present clutch, green-gold Dwyth was bugling. She lay on the Sands and watched her eggs rock and roll as the humans came in. 
John would never admit it, but the girl he was standing next was his only hold on reality and sanity. Somehow he had made his way to a place where there were more aliens than humans. A place where humanoid cats ran merrily among the humans and had the audacity to be in the same room as him. He couldn't wait to leave it and find his friends... he had already forgotten -or suppressed- his deeds only a month ago. He hadn't been a coward, he had been sensible. If his friends were still out there he would find them and save them. Yes that was the plan.
The first egg cracked and a blue dragon emerged... The blue was marked with lighter and darker colours, like the summer sky.
"John." the dragon suddenly said and then added, more secretive, though john didn't know how he knew that, "My name is Briath, and I know they are alive."
"I know that now Briath," John answered, stunned by the insight that he did know Tom and Ernay were alive and maybe going through the same sensation as he was, "Knew it as soon as I saw you, in fact. Shall we go?" 
Briath nodded and followed his bond out, carefully avoiding to think about the fact that he knew more too. That he knew John could be the friend he needed, but that he wasn't that far yet.

Light Blue Marked Briath

FLIGHT
Briath flew up, averting a collision with a group of birds.
"Birds..." he sighed, "Why do they keep bugging me?"
"I don't know, Briath." John shrugged. 
The blue marked's rider had his thoughts set elsewhere. They had gotten as far as Pern from the nexus Abri where Briath had hatched. If there was ever a place where he would find his two friends again, it would be here they had told him at Abri. Little did he know he had in fact missed them coming to Abri for the Midsummer Night's Dream flight with their dragons.
John was still undecided about Pern. The planet was alien though most of the people on it were human. He had seen some weird folk among the dragonriders though. Even those few bad elements made him wish he could leave. But of course he couldn't. He would have to go from Weyr to Caer asking for recent impressions. Sure he could ask the dragons, but those blasted offworlders seemed to dominate the messenger business. 
Meanwhile Briath was busy thinking of some draconic things. He loved his bond, he wouldn't have chosen him if he hadn't, but sometimes he wondered if he hadn't taken on too much of a challenge. One day or another he would have to make it clear that he as a dragon was not only an alien, but a creepy intelligence not nearly humanoid like his rider. However that time hadn't come yet.
Briath felt his stomach trembling a bit. He hoped he could eat at the next Weyr. Usually the dragonriders were very friendly, but John never wanted to stay long. Briath didn't exactly know why. In the previous Weyr there had been such a pretty green...
Briath sighed... he was still hungry. An idea formed in his head as a bird flew by him again. Maybe trying to eat them would get the message across not to mess with him, and if not... well they would keep him satisfied until the next Weyr.
The blue dragon suddenly dived down, almost dropping his rider but John was wearing saftey straps. With a mighty sweep he went through the birds, almost snatching a few of them along, but the little nuissances were fast.
"Aaaah!" John's scream made Briath stop midair which made it even worse for John.
"What is it?"
"I... I think my leg is broken." John said with dread in his voice.
"What do I do?" Briath ask.
"Fly on to the next Weyr, they'll help us. There is no need to cancel the search."
"Ok." Briath said, but inside he was thinking that the search was bad for John. It was bad for him too... look at him, an adult dragon, in the prime of his life and never had he chased a female.
Another bright idea loomed in his head.
"John?"
"Yes?"
"How much time does it take for a human to heal from a broken bone?"
"Around 6 weeks... why?"
"Well... if there is a dragoness flying, can I chase her?"
"But what if you catch her, then we'll be stuck there."
It pained Briath to lie to his bond, but sometimes you just had to. "I won't win, It's my first time." But Briath made a promise to himself to fly his best to catch the dragoness of his choice. Determined, and feeling a little rebellious, Briath flew on.

ABRI
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