{"id":2260,"date":"2014-02-03T07:47:02","date_gmt":"2014-02-03T07:47:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/azar.ink-and-quill.com\/?p=2260"},"modified":"2014-02-03T07:52:30","modified_gmt":"2014-02-03T07:52:30","slug":"fic-reevaluation-sherlockpern-gen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/azar.ink-and-quill.com\/?p=2260","title":{"rendered":"Fic: Reevaluation (Sherlock\/Pern, gen)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Written for:<\/strong> grav_ity\u00a0for a prompt meme over a year and a half ago, but I forgot to put it here before now. *g*<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p>&#8220;Remarkable,&#8221; mused Lord Mycroft, his eyes skimming the group of brand-new weyrlings as they were escorted from the hatching grounds.<\/p>\n<p>Wingleader Gr&#8217;gor, who&#8217;d been seated beside him, followed the line of the young Lord&#8217;s gaze to its object: Mycroft&#8217;s brother, now to be known as Sh&#8217;lock, and his new-hatched brown, Jonth. &#8220;How so?&#8221; he asked. &#8220;He&#8217;s Ruathan born and weyrbred, that boy. Surely you of all people know how many fine dragonmen and women your line has produced.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Intimately,&#8221; was the dry response. &#8220;Yet the fact remains, before his fosterage, the one complaint I heard most often regarding my brother was that he possessed the empathy of a tunnel snake, if not less. And none of the intelligence I have received since has given cause to believe otherwise. I&#8217;m not displeased, merely&#8230;surprised.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Lestrath&#8217;s laughter rumbled through his rider&#8217;s mind, and Gr&#8217;gor couldn&#8217;t help smiling. Naturally his bronze had been listening in on the conversation; curiosity was one quality that man and dragon shared.<\/p>\n<p>Not that the Lord&#8217;s concern was not genuine&#8211;Mycroft might seem as distant as his younger brother to those who did not know him, but Gr&#8217;gor had ample opportunity to observe them both, Sherlock in particular. That was the crux of the difference: in the years since young Sherlock had come to be fostered at Fort Weyr, Gr&#8217;gor and Lestrath had seen a great deal of the young man, far more than his Ruatha-bound brother. The lad&#8217;s incredibly quick mind demanded occupation far above what the standard fosterling&#8217;s duties offered, to a point where he often sought out danger for a break from the tedium. Hence why so many at the weyr thought him arrogant, reckless, even unfeeling. But&#8211;a secret known only to the three of them&#8211;Lestrath spoke to the lad, and Gr&#8217;gor knew his dragon too well to take such a thing lightly. Lestrath saw the same thing that Gr&#8217;gor did in Sh&#8217;lock&#8211;a boy with the potential to grow in to a great man. Possibly even a good one.<\/p>\n<p>He&#8217;d come close to despairing that potential would ever be reached a time or two. Now that Sh&#8217;lock had Impressed, though, it gleamed brighter than all the jewels in Crom&#8217;s deepest mines. Even with &#8220;only&#8221; a brown, he could see Sh&#8217;lock becoming the sort of rider that ballads were written about for centuries to come. All he&#8217;d need was the right dragon, and only time would tell if Jonth&#8217;s potential was equal to that of his Rider.<\/p>\n<p><em>If they were not equals, Jonth would not have chosen him,<\/em>\u00a0Lestrath pointed out, pretending to be insulted.<\/p>\n<p>Gr&#8217;gor smiled as he answered Lord Mycroft. &#8220;Perhaps, but then, he&#8217;s never had a dragon before.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Lord Mycroft appeared to consider this, lips pursed. &#8220;True. 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