PERSONA: Pez/Skor GENDER: Female/Male AGE:  19/23 ORIGIN:  Danach OCCUPATION/RANK: Hamburger-stand owner/gunslinger HAIR: Blond/brown EYES: Blue/brown PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Typical pretty blond country girl (so, strong and sure of herself)/tall, strong, country boy PREFERENCE/RELATIONS: Both straight and single (for now).   SKILLS:  A good waitress and hard worker/A good farmer and gunslinger. PERSONALITY: Stubborn, courageous, confident Southern gal/shy, friendly, with a quiet air of assurance. Pez sat, bored out of her mind, behind the hamburger stand's counter.  She had been sitting there for over an hour, and had gotten only about five customers. "I guess thar jez ain't no more hankerin customers fer good ol' American food," Pez said to herself.  There was no other reason for them not to come.  Although Pez was a common country girl from the South, that wasn't a good enough reason to shun her little food stand.  Besides, she was darn right purty, the purtiest girl this side o' Alabama.  But Whistle Stop was changing.  Where once she had been the only 'restaurant' of sorts, now there was a pretty little cafe down the street, that served barbecue and some mean fried green tomatoes. Pez sat up and looked down the street, stifling a yawn.  She saw a young man walking toward her; quickly, she made sure the buns were hot, her hair was neat, and her make-up wasn't smudged.  The young man approaching was rather handsome, with a floppy brown hat and a gun slung over his shoulder. "Hey thar, sweet thang," Pez drawled, flashing him a smile.  "What's yer fancy? Hamburger or hotdog?"  The young man scratched his head and grinned back. "Well, it seems I was a-lookin' fer somethin' good ta eat.  Did I come to the right place?" Hatching #3 - Gold Dimaneth and Bronze Portath It was early morning... too early for the sun to have risen yet. Enia couldn't sleep. She was worried once again. The eggs, Dimaneth's eggs, were about to hatch and she didn't know what to do. Suppose it was too soon for anyone to have woken up yet... A bugle rang through the misty air. Through the mist that would soon make the dew, Enia could see Portath on his ledge, bugling frantically. Enia threw on a robe - over her nightshirt, it was the only thing she had time to put on. Dashing down to the sands was hard on her just barely awake body. But she had to. After all, it was her gold's eggs that were hatching. She took her seat beside Lilia, staring out onto the sands that were only lit by a single torch that the dragons themselves lit before they slept. The sun would soon break through the mist and make the morning complete. "Did I miss anything thus far?" asked Enia, shaking with fear and anticipation. Lilia smiled and shook her head. Enia knew that Dimaneth felt as stressed as she was right now. The eggs rocked slightly, and suddenly one shattered into fragments of the shell. A tiny green sat there, gazing bemusedly out at the candidates who filed into the Sands. What to do? she thought over and over. Dimaneth nudged her daughter, only succeeding in making her trip over something and fall face first in the sand. It stuck to her newborn hide, still covered in egg-fluid. She sighed, and suddenly one candidate's thoughts told her what to do. Pez, I choose you. I am Imareth. Happy you will be; a greenrider of Pern! "Actually, I'm from Danach," replied Pez with a smile. She scooped the green up and walked off the sands to get Imareth fed. Two eggs split in unison, revealing a bronze and a blue. The bronze quickly chose Alain, propping himself up to stand on his hind legs. Meanwhile, the blue had only made it halfway out of his egg. Suddenly, as if something had pushed him, he tumbled out of the egg that was left. And then a second blue tumbled out after the first! "Twins!" gasped Enia and a low murmur ran through the crowd. The blues, flicking their eyes to the spectators and then back to their golden mother, squeaking in utter confusion. The blues warbled, looked at each other and the candidates, and then scampered forward, smashing into their chosen. "Oof..." said one, looking at the blue at his feet. Hello Jakthor. I'd like to introduce myself; I'm Ewernith. "Ewernith, hm?" replied Jakthor with a smile. "Come now. We'll get you fed and oiled so you don't itch. You are mine." Glad I could make your acquaintance. The other blue, meanwhile, picked Skor, soon sitting on his stomach. My mother says to pay no heed to the higher ranking; and neither shall you. Be with me, Skor, and you shall not need bronze or brown. I am Inreweth, Skor. You are forever my bond. "Inreweth, yer better than 'em all..." was all anyone could hear of the young man before he picked up his bond and walked with him off the Sands.