"Who is it!!" you cry, shaking your rifle. There is no response. "Show yourself!! Or I'll shoot!!" When there is still no response, you aim down the sights to fire.
Before you do, Drak taps you on the side.
"Gil!! Calm down, they're not bad guys, for I sense the presence of a long-lost kin" Drak says calmly. Trembling, you lower your rifle; you always trusted Drak, so why should he lead you astray?
Suddenly, you see a miniature gold dragon streak forward, followed by a young man riding a large running beast. He has a stocky frame, wearing leather boots worn from overuse. There is an utter look of disbelieving shock on his face, for he's never seen the likes of a rider like you.
"Um...hello, Drakanth and I sort of lost our way in between. Probably used the wrong reference point, if you know what I mean." you ask timidly. The young man stared at your AR, no doubt imagining what such a device would have done to him.
"Yeah, I'd say you got mixed up in between, Farli doesn't recognize you from any of the Weyrs" the stocky man replied, his runner beast shifting from under him.
You open your wings and smile at him. "Heh, you're pretty good, I'm from 300 thousand turns in the future. In fact, I ain't from this planet at all, though our ancestors traveled from Pern." The guy stares transfixed at your wings, ignoring the squaks of his fire lizard.
He then lowers and shakes his head, unable to absorb all this. "Oh shells...where's the Benden wine when I need it?" he says to himself. Extending your wings again, you and Drak shared a laugh.
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