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pandoras_evil_t, she gave me:
Five paragraph long story. Five different dragonriders of Pern, in five different occupations in modern day Earth.
Sitting in a window booth, Lytol nursed a cup of coffee as he digested the fine meal the diner's owner Manora had served him. He gazed out at the street as he recalled past times; himself as a pilot, grounded by a training accident before he ever saw combat, his family that left in the years when Fax bought, threatened, and stole pieces of the town and nearly ruined life for everyone there. Lytol's legal expertise was appreciated in the weeks after F'lar brought the town together to deal with the threat of Fax, and other snakes who tried to worm their way in after the mess Fax's arrest and execution left. But, while Lytol had loved and lost much, each day brought new rewards, and he smiled fondly as his gaze focused on the garage across the street.
As if aware of scrutiny, Jaxom looked up from the car he and his friends were inspecting to catch his mentor's eye and waved, before returning his attention to the sports car in front of him. Years of dreaming, and months of designing in between working at Red's Garage, school and chores, had Jaxom exalted to have finally completed his project. It was a sleek beast with a powerful engine under all that white chrome and steel. As his best friends Piemur and F'lessan admired his work, Jaxom quietly proclaimed, "Its name is Ruth."
Back in the diner, T'lion picked absently at a plate of fries while he read a newspaper, until his hand encountered an empty plate and he looked surprised to find he'd eaten an entire meal without noticing. Slightly chagrined, he wiped a greasy hand on his jeans before flagging down Manora. Handing her a generous tip along with payment for the meal, he promised to stop by her home later that day to look at her horse that hadn't been eating, but first he had some other housecalls to make. T'lion had always had an affinity for animals, especially horses, which had led him into vetinary medicine. The town appreciated having a local boy who went off for schooling come back and fix up their pets and stock. With a smile for Benden's Kitchen's owner, T'lion walked to the door, only to pause as he held it open for two of her most welcome customers.
The bell on the door dinged as it closed behind the police and fire chiefs, F'lar and F'nor. Manora smiled as she grabbed a pot of coffee and called out to Mirrim in the kitchen to bring out their usual dishes. She didn't hide her love and pride she felt to be mother to such fine men. F'nor was not one to hide in his brother's shadow, and had done much to educate people on fire hazards and saftey. He bore the scars of more than one fire he and his men had faced over the years, yet he still worked hard, and he still followed F'lar's lead in protecting and uniting their small town.
F'lar had been just the person they needed, after so many years of decline, to bring the town back to its former glory. He'd only been a rookie officer when he'd faced down Fax, but he'd proved himself to be steady and strong in his application of justice, even when he had little more support than a handful of friends and family. Over the years, the people had come to respect F'lar as he fought to stem the rampant crime pervasive to their slice of the world. So Manora had reason to be proud of her boys, at the way the other regulars nodded and smiled greetings, even the sometimes crotchety oldtimers in the corner booth, and she welcomed their visits to her and her diner.
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Hope you like it, darlin'. It was kinda hard. Lots of other characters wanted bit parts. And I needed to find a way to bring them all together, throw them in an Earth situation, and yet still retain their character without parroting overmuch. I hope I did okay.
Fin.
pandoras_evil_t, she gave me:Five paragraph long story. Five different dragonriders of Pern, in five different occupations in modern day Earth.
Sitting in a window booth, Lytol nursed a cup of coffee as he digested the fine meal the diner's owner Manora had served him. He gazed out at the street as he recalled past times; himself as a pilot, grounded by a training accident before he ever saw combat, his family that left in the years when Fax bought, threatened, and stole pieces of the town and nearly ruined life for everyone there. Lytol's legal expertise was appreciated in the weeks after F'lar brought the town together to deal with the threat of Fax, and other snakes who tried to worm their way in after the mess Fax's arrest and execution left. But, while Lytol had loved and lost much, each day brought new rewards, and he smiled fondly as his gaze focused on the garage across the street.
As if aware of scrutiny, Jaxom looked up from the car he and his friends were inspecting to catch his mentor's eye and waved, before returning his attention to the sports car in front of him. Years of dreaming, and months of designing in between working at Red's Garage, school and chores, had Jaxom exalted to have finally completed his project. It was a sleek beast with a powerful engine under all that white chrome and steel. As his best friends Piemur and F'lessan admired his work, Jaxom quietly proclaimed, "Its name is Ruth."
Back in the diner, T'lion picked absently at a plate of fries while he read a newspaper, until his hand encountered an empty plate and he looked surprised to find he'd eaten an entire meal without noticing. Slightly chagrined, he wiped a greasy hand on his jeans before flagging down Manora. Handing her a generous tip along with payment for the meal, he promised to stop by her home later that day to look at her horse that hadn't been eating, but first he had some other housecalls to make. T'lion had always had an affinity for animals, especially horses, which had led him into vetinary medicine. The town appreciated having a local boy who went off for schooling come back and fix up their pets and stock. With a smile for Benden's Kitchen's owner, T'lion walked to the door, only to pause as he held it open for two of her most welcome customers.
The bell on the door dinged as it closed behind the police and fire chiefs, F'lar and F'nor. Manora smiled as she grabbed a pot of coffee and called out to Mirrim in the kitchen to bring out their usual dishes. She didn't hide her love and pride she felt to be mother to such fine men. F'nor was not one to hide in his brother's shadow, and had done much to educate people on fire hazards and saftey. He bore the scars of more than one fire he and his men had faced over the years, yet he still worked hard, and he still followed F'lar's lead in protecting and uniting their small town.
F'lar had been just the person they needed, after so many years of decline, to bring the town back to its former glory. He'd only been a rookie officer when he'd faced down Fax, but he'd proved himself to be steady and strong in his application of justice, even when he had little more support than a handful of friends and family. Over the years, the people had come to respect F'lar as he fought to stem the rampant crime pervasive to their slice of the world. So Manora had reason to be proud of her boys, at the way the other regulars nodded and smiled greetings, even the sometimes crotchety oldtimers in the corner booth, and she welcomed their visits to her and her diner.
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Hope you like it, darlin'. It was kinda hard. Lots of other characters wanted bit parts. And I needed to find a way to bring them all together, throw them in an Earth situation, and yet still retain their character without parroting overmuch. I hope I did okay.
Fin.
