Dragonflight

Dragon kind was no less cruel than mankind. The Dragon, at least, acted from bestial need rather than bestial greed.” ~ A thought by Lessa ~

My eyes are green, my hair is silver and I freckly; the rest is subject to change without notice.

Look around you, Lessa of Pern, look around the Weyr with unveiled eyes. Old and hallowed is the Weyr? Yes, but shabby and worn – and disregarded. Yes, you were elated to sit in the Weyrwoman’s great chair at the Council Table, but the padding is thin and the fabric dusty. Humbled to think your hands rest where Moreta’s and Torene’s had rested? Well, the stone is ingrained with dirt and needs a good scrubbing. And your rump may rest where theirs did – but that’s not where you have your brains.

Living was struggling to do something impossible - to succeed, or die, knowing you had tried!

Lessa was Ramoth's and Ramoth was hers, mind and heart, irrevocably attuned. Only death could dissolve that incredible bond.

She had had to learn that, although it was her nature to seethe, she must seethe discreetly. Unlike the average Pernese, dragonriders were apt to perceive strong emotional auras.

Lessa lay in the straw of the redolent cheeseroom she shared as sleeping quarters with the other kitchen drudges.