Chap. 148 Telekinesis
K'ndar lay in his bunk, grateful to be done with sweep duty.
He felt refreshed from his shower. Tomorrow, he and his sister Glyena were
going to the Gather at Ruatha Hold. He was excited, having never been there,
but still knew so much about it. Ruatha was historical. Ruatha had the best
horse races in the world. And Ruatha was home to Lord Jaxom, and Ruth, the
white dragon.
How would Siskin react when he met Ruth? For it was known
across the planet, that fire lizards were attracted to Ruth like no other
dragon.
He wondered if he'd be able to sleep, as he was still hyped
from the day he'd had.
Rescuing the two
females from the air, seeing the weyrlings and fire lizard kids in action-incredible.
Being shot at by raiders, that was a new one. He'd never been shot at before,
and only now had the time to process it.
It had been thrilling, but there was a darker side to the
shooting that he was only now able to process. He could have been seriously
injured, even killed. Certainly the shooters had every intention of hurting and
killing him. Kenth, F'mart's dragon was out of action until the leg he'd
sustained an arrow wound in had healed, as well as the hole in his wing. That
tissue took more time to heal, as there was no meat to it, merely tissue.
But what puzzled him most was the action of the crossbow
bolt that one of the raiders had fired at him.
I will never, ever second guess a bowman ever again, he
resolved. I thought he was out of bolts.
He replayed it again. The bowman fired. He saw the bolt
coming at him, so fast, unbelievably fast, then without any sort of
interruption to its vector, knocked sideways. What could have done that?
By me Raventh
said.
You? How?
I saw what happened to
Kenth. He was hurt by a bolt. So when I saw one coming at us I pushed it away
so it wouldn't hurt us.
Thank you. It was
aimed right at us, we would have been hurt.
I know.
How did you do that?
I can't explain it. I
just thought at it to go a different way.
Have you always been
able to do that?
I didn't know until I
did it. Afterwards I asked Arcturuth and Careth, and all the dragons, and they
knew about it too, but haven't used it. I know that other dragons have done it,
like Golanth, at Honshu.
Is it like telepathy,
which is how we talk to each other?
I can't describe it.
The words come from my mind, but the push comes from somewhere else in my head.
I think. I only did it that once.
So, you didn't plan on
doing it?
No. I was scared, I
didn't have time to go between to avoid it, so it was instinct! That's the
word. Instinct made it work. Now I know what it feels like. I think I can do it
again, without being afraid.
He had to see it in action.
He got up and uncovered a glow. Raventh was
curled up on his couch, one which had seemed to have shrunk, as Raventh grew
into maturity. Behind him, the curtain to the dragon's weyr was pulled aside,
as it was a very warm night.
Raventh's eyes whirled a bright blue in the dark. K'ndar
touched his dragon's head, stroking it, his hands instinctively scratching
behind the ears. How in the world had he managed to live without this
bravehearted friend, this brother, this partner for life?
I love you, Raventh.
Thank you, for everything you've done for me.
Raventh purred in his head.
Siskin awoke, and stretched, wondering why K'ndar was up and
awake at this late hour. He sat up, fascinated by the actions of his human and
dragon.
It is my pleasure. I
love you too.
Want to try pushing
something?
Why not?
What should we use?
I don't know.
Something small?
K'ndar thought of what he had in his weyr. Not much-dragonriders
didn't have room to accumulate much stuff. He looked up at Siskin's shelf,
where his notebooks were. Ah. A pencil.
He placed a pencil on the floor in front of Raventh's couch.
Try that.
Raventh tried. Nothing happened.
Are you trying to push
it?
I am, but I don't know
where in my head to make it come out.
What does that mean?
I don't know how to
make it work.
He tried again. Nothing.
Maybe I didn't make
the bolt move. Maybe it was the wind.
No, you DID. There was
no wind. Nothing else that can explain that bolt shot at me, and then being
knocked sideways.
Maybe throw it at me?
That's a good idea.
K'ndar picked up the pencil.
Let me uncover a few
more glows, maybe that will help.
I can see it just fine.
Dragons can see in the dark, even better than in the daylight.
I know, but humans
can't.
That is sad. I'm sorry
you can't see in the dark. There is so much you humans can't do. You can't fly,
you don't have fangs or claws, you can't go between, how is it you managed to come to Pern?
That is something I
have no words to explain. It's too technical. But it's okay. We manage,
especially when we have dragons to help. Okay. Ready?
Ready.
He backed up as far as his room would allow and threw the
pencil at Raventh.
It went flying.
Yayyyyyyyyy! You did
it!!
I did. It was moving.
Do it again, so I can feel where the push comes from.
K'ndar threw it again.
This time the pencil bounced off something invisible, and went flying through the opening to the
dragon ledge outside, vanishing in the dark.
"Shards! My pencil! I'll never find it in the dark!"
he shouted.
Siskin chittered and launched out of the weyr.
K'ndar went to the ledge and peered over, but it was far too
dark, even with both moons out, to see the floor of the weyr's bowl.
But Siskin returned after a few moments of searching, the
pencil in his talons.
"GOOD lad! Siskin, you are the BEST fire lizard
EVER!"
Siskin flew around their weyr in a victory lap, cheeping.
"Good lad! So clever! May I have the pencil?"
Siskin enthusiastically dropped it into K'ndar's palm.
He felt a pressure and the pencil bounced out of his hand
onto the floor.
I did it. It had to be
moving.
Let's try it again.
Try to keep it in the weyr, this time.
For the next several minutes, he tossed the pencil at
Raventh.
Each time the dragon got better at pushing it away.
I can feel where the
push comes from. Put it down and let's see if I can move it when it's not
moving.
He placed the pencil on the floor. Siskin watched, intently.
Could fire lizards do it too?
I don't know. Let me
try to push it first, then I'll try to tell Siskin what to do.
Raventh focused on the pencil.
It shot away, this time, further into the room rather than
out the dragon doorway.
YAYYYYYYYYYYYYY, you
did it!
I did. Move it back. I
think I can move it where I want it to go, without
pushing too hard.
He placed the pencil near the dragon's feet.
The pencil moved, just a little. Then, as if it was gaining
courage, it began to move here, there, sideways, further and further, but
slower, and with what seemed more finesse.
It's easy. Easier. I
don't have to push hard, just think it where I want it to go.
K'ndar shook his head in amazement. He remembered hearing of
F'lessan's Golanth being moved by other dragons, but had never thought that HIS
dragon could do something similar.
We all can, I think. I
don't know why we seldom use it. But now I know I can do it. It's fun. It must
be the same feeling as you humans with your hands.
We can't move anything
with our minds. Just our hands.
I want to practice some
more, but let's see if Siskin can do it.
Think he'll
understand?
I have to think to him
in pictures, and emotions, but he does understand your words.
I know, but you're
better at talking to him than I am.
Siskin suddenly froze, listening intently to Raventh.
Put the pencil on the
floor.
K'ndar did so.
Siskin landed on the floor of the weyr, looking at the
pencil with uncertainty.
It moved.
"YAY Siskin!"
No, I did that. I was
showing him what I wanted.
The little blue looked at Raventh, then K'ndar, and cheeped
uncertainly.
"You are so clever, you can do it, Siskin," he
said, "just like Raventh."
Siskin's eyes whirled an uncertain green, then he focused on
the pencil.
It moved. It rolled here and there, with a finesse even
Raventh hadn't mastered.
That was HIM. Siskin
did it, it's easy for him, he just didn't know what we wanted.
"SISKIN! Good lad! You are the best!"
I think all dragons
and fire lizards can do it
That's incredible.
"Hey, you, K'ndar!" yelled his next door neighbor
from further down the inner corridor, "What in the world are you doing?
It's late, you twit, I can't sleep for all your shouting!"
Abashed, K'ndar called out, "Sorry, sorry. Won't happen
again".
Now I know where the
push comes from. It's in my head, just like talking. And like going between.
Can you PULL it?
I don't think so. It's
a push. But…I'll practice. Maybe…maybe it will be the same as pulling with my
talons. But we have to be quiet, now. The neighbors are upset.
I know. I need to get some sleep, anyway. I'll help with
practicing. But for now…thank you. You saved my life, pushing that bolt aside.
Of course. We are family, you, me, Siskin. It's what brothers do.
2 comments:
Very good. This should create a lot of interest amongst the more sophisticated fire lizard "owners".
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