Snippet #2097492

Elisane barely heard a word that was said as she was deeply engulfed in her book. She had much experiance with walking while reading as she did it, well, just about everywhere she went. Rin lead her along by gently tugging on her hand and she followed without protest, along she found it harder than expected to turn pages. Oh well, she did just fine turning the papers over with her thumb and balanced her plate of food on the crook of her elbow, nibbling the poptarts as the small group of them walked. When she was done she slid her foam plate into a nearby trashcan which they happened to pass by and continued reading.

The book was called "Dragonsong" and was the first in the trilogy called the Harper Halls Series. Menolly is a gifted musician who is punished for using her musical talents after Petiron, the Harper who encouraged her talent, dies. Finding life at the fishing community unbearable because her father forbids her to express her musical talents, she runs away from home and takes refuge from falling Thread in a cave—and discovers hatching fire-lizards. Alone and forced to care for nine baby fire lizards that she Impressed, Menolly quickly learns to be resourceful and independent. Freed from the restrictive role forced upon her by her family, she indulges her passion for music. Menolly is out foraging one day when she is caught in Threadfall. She is rescued by a dragon and his rider who take her to Benden Weyr. There she is discovered by Masterharper Robinton who has been searching frantically for Petiron's mystery apprentice and offers her a place at the Harper Hall as his apprentice.

Another happily ever after in a world that doesn't exist, was Elisane's first thought after finishing a great book like this. It was her greatest desire to be involved in something abnormal, something special, something great... Not that it was going to happen, but it was a nice thought and one she liked to seek out. "Adventure is everywhere" as her kid brother used to put it. This statment was usually followed by an injury placed on either of them but it was all in the name of adventure so it was considered a battle wound which they could gloat about. The more blood the more glory was the standerds and by golly they both lived by 'em. A little smile graced the mouth for the girl with the glasses at the fond memory of these childhood games, however stupid and dangerous they might have been.