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Post by shadowreine on Feb 14, 2013 15:34:49 GMT -5
They'd been on the verge of evacuating. The black hole should have torn the planet apart.
Loren actually suspected conspiracy. Some kind of uber-powerful aliens. Or maybe some effect from all the dragons going back and forth. Earth should *not* now rest in a stable orbit in the same system as Pern, with its moon intact.
Technology was uncertain. Much would need to be rebuilt. And, of course, there had been deaths, but the planet itself survived. Loren Douglas stood in the weyrbowl, one hand on her dragon's shoulder, the other tucked around her infant daughter. It was late evening and stars unfamiliar to her were coming out.
"Easier for us," she murmured to dragon, child, or anyone who might be listening.
The dragonriders and weyrfolk were used to strangeness. The ordinary people of Earth weren't.
It was time, Loren thought, to come out of hiding. To offer what insufficient explanations they could. Faizah's call, of course, but maybe, just maybe, somebody who knew something would end the confusion, the inevitable panic that had to be flowing through the major cities right now.
Unfamiliar stars appeared in the sky above her.
One of them was red.
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