Okay, for those of you NOT familiar with this, I'll introduce the idea.

As a series of side stories to Oh My Brother!, I started God's Toy, which
was a series of self-insertions.   The only one even started is a BGC one,
which is on hold until I get a working VCR for watching the series again.
The Toychest is a series of starts to possible other entries.  This is yet
another one.

You can find the rest at: http://angel.megami.net/cross/godstoy/teasers.txt

And all my other works at: http://angel.megami.net

Both are worth the time, folks. Check it out!

Jaren sighed and sat on a ledge on the edge of the hatching grounds, and
considered the past three years.  Appearances at every single hatching on
the planet - whether or not he really wanted to.  Although, considering who
was doing the inisting, he didn't really have much choice in the matter.

Me, aloud, on finishing the second sentance: (laughing) Oh no! OH NO!

It had been an amusing Search, from the stories.  It was hard enough to

come

up with the requisite ten girls for one queen egg.  But to find that amount
for two was a herculean task.  The riders on Search had made a nuisance of
themselves all over the land, poking their and their dragon's noses into
every Hold, Hall, and Weyr they could find.

*snicker*

And, like had occurred every other time in the past three years, Jaren

found

himself specifically requested to attend.  Not by the Weyrfolk, but by the
dragons themselves - like they were determined to have him Impress some
dragonet whether he wanted to or not.

Hmmm...

Jaren walked to lean against the watcher's ledge, conscious of the eyes

from

the watching people above him and the murmurs among them.  *Yes, the poor
boy who's been dragged all over Pern.  He must be special if the dragons
insisted on him.  If he was so special, shouldn't he have Impressed by

now?*

I think I like this guy.

As soon as it had begun, it was over, and only the two queen eggs remained.
*Another hatching, another waste of time,* Jaren mused, and turned to

*break*

walk

away, only to find Ramoth bugling in alarm, this time not only Mnementh but
other dragons echoing her cry.  The queen leapt up and glared at him,
clearly desiring to go after him physically but unwilling to leave her last
two eggs until they hatched.

Well, _I'd_ freeze dead on the spot... Yeesh. Ramoth's what, the size of a
727?

"Ramoth wants you to stay!" Lessa cried, running down the stairs from the
watcher's ledge to catch the boy.

Jaren made a disgusted sound as the Weyrwoman reached him.  "WHY?" he
demanded, surprised to hear how much frustration and dispair was in his
voice.  "You know I've failed again - there's only queens left."

Lessa arched an eyebrow at him.  "ONLY queens?"  As the boy flushed and
opened his mouth to explain, she laughed.  "No need to explain, I know what
you're saying," she soothed, and put her hands on his shoulders and turned
him around.  "But Ramoth wants you to stay, so please stay."

Almost offended Lessa... He's a lucky boy.

The last egg began to rock, and Jaren watched it and the two girls who
managed to conquer their fears to remain at their posts.  With a thunderous
crack, the shell split down one side and almost burst open.

A gasp filled the cavern that was the hatching grounds as people saw the
freshly hatched dragonet.  The creature cried out piteously, and bowled the
pair of girls aside - the crack and angle of one of the girls' legs
indicating a bad break - and began to crawl around the grounds, looking
frantically for a person to Impress.

*blink* I don't remember hatchlings as being that strong... Most of the
damage was, IIRC, from their claws.

Jaren took a step away from the dragonet, his desire to Impress being
somewhat less than his desire to keep his hide intact, but slipped and fell
onto the hot sands.   The noise alerted the dragonet, which made a sort of
stumbling charge in his direction.  Jaren put his hands up in an aborted
attempt to save himself from the creature that was about to-

Impression.

*whams a gong*

With unsteady legs, Jaren stood up and cradled the head of the dragonet
before him.  He looked over at Lessa, who was staring at him with a shocked
look, and returned an awestuck one of his own.  "He says his name is

Krith,"

he said in a voice cracked with emotion, "and that he's very hungry, and
would everyone stop staring at him?"

Krith. Ah.

Well, it fits. Chris minus -s plus -th.

The next thing that occurred was almost more shocking than what came

before.

*Sheesh,* the dragonet grumbled mentally - so everyone could 'hear' - and
turned his head to glare at the watchers, his eyes whiring blue and red.
*Haven't you people seen a silver dragon before?*

*SHATTER*

Gods Toy: The Silver Dragon
A Story of Pern
**The World of Pern and all characters in it are the
**property of Anne McCaffrey, and I'm using them
**w/out permission.  Let's hope A.McC.'s nice about
**fanfiction.

No clue, but more would be very nice to see.

I _like_ Pern.

Blessed be.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Nathan Baxter, Grand High Emperor of the Lobsters.
Author, Bubblegum^5, El Hazard: The Continuing World
(Now, if you've heard of both of these, THEN I'll be
impressed.)
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       --John Criton, Farscape
"saaaausaaaage... "
       --Nall the Alfheim Cat Dragon, Christmas Rose
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