A Gift of Dragons - Anne McCaffrey [55]
That’s the leading edge, Nerith, he told his dragon telepathically, as he checked that his safety straps were secure on the broad belt all dragonriders wore during Threadfall. The clump of Thread had been overlooked by the other riders in his Wing and Neru knew no one else would be able to sear it before the silvery Threads fell to the ground and devoured every living thing in their path.
Fly faster, Nerith! Neru urged his lifelong partner, his beloved dragon. We must climb up higher and try to sear it as we draw near.
I will reach it; my wings are strong, Nerith replied, and his wings beat down sending them higher and faster than they’d ever flown before. As they closed in on the leading edge of Thread, Nerith belched a long steady stream of flame, charring the silvery clump to harmless ash.
Scanning the skies around them closely, Neru saw one single long Thread that had escaped Nerith’s flame. Wheel and spin, Nerith, we’ve missed one!
I see it! his dragon replied.
Abruptly, Nerith dropped his right wing to make the turn, and with one powerful stroke, he pivoted into position to flame the lone strand of Thread with a burst of fire. It was a very dangerous maneuver, but nothing Neru and Nerith hadn’t done before.
You are the strongest, wisest, and fastest dragon on Pern, Nerith. Good flying, my friend. Well done! Neru said, as he caressed the soft hide of his dragon’s neck.
Nerith turned his head toward Neru, his many-faceted eyes whirling blue with pride.
“Here comes the Ninny and her wannabe dragonrider brother,” a baritone voice said nearby, cracking in adolescent fashion. Suddenly Neru was back in the present, on the road to the Harper’s hall, and out of his daydream. Mostly the kids at Lado Hold on Ista Island called him Ru and his sister Ninny. Neru didn’t mind “Ru,” but he took extravagant exception whenever he heard people call his twin sister, Nian, by that nickname.
“Flamel, do you want yet another bloody nose?” Neru asked, as he focused on Flamel, son of the Hold’s smith. Nian, who was very self-conscious and hated confrontation of any sort, moved slightly behind her twin brother.
“Sure,” Flamel said, putting up his hands. But just then Orla, daughter of the Hold’s weaver, intervened.
“You really are tiresome, Flamel. Just drop it for the day, huh? Give us all a break,” she said in a cajoling tone of voice.
“Why should I? It’s fun,” Flamel said, raising his fists again. “Let’s see how the dragonrider defends himself and his ninny of a sister.”
“Oh, that’s so old, Flamel. Can’t you strive to be just a little creative?” Orla said with a bored sigh.
Just then two adults strode onto the road, talking together in low voices. The taller man glanced at the scene, then paused.
“You all better hurry on to the Harper’s now, or you’ll be late,” he said with a flick of his hand. But as he passed he gave Flamel a hard stare. It was enough for the bully to move on, while Orla took her place beside Nian.
“Thanks, Orla,” Neru said with one of his charming smiles. “And you’re right. Flamel is boring.”
“Just so long as you don’t let him get to you again. Master Lado was not best pleased over your last fight with Flamel.”
“But he didn’t do anything to stop Flamel bullying my sister,” Ru commented sourly.
“‘Childish bickering,’ he called it,” Nian said.
“When Flamel’s apprenticed, it’ll be knocked out of him,” Orla replied tartly. “Oh, if it would only happen soon.”
The three friends continued on their way down the road that led to the Harper’s Hall and their morning lessons.
“Soon all of us will have to move on,” Orla said, kicking a pebble out of the way. Her curly hair bounced with every step she took. “How will you manage being apart?” she asked Nian.
“Nian’s tougher than she looks, Orla,” Ru said, his twin’s champion and supporter.
If only that were true, Nian thought. She was scared of the mere idea of being alone, day in and day out. She knew she would