The following is a log of roleplay on Star Stones MOO, logged by D'ney.
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Pre-Threadfall RP is happening right now at Igen Weyr, everyone is welcome,
whether you have a dragon, firelizard or not! Do join us, either at the Main
Living Cavern (#782) or in the Center Bowl Area (#5491).
Entered by Siobhan (#8275) at Thu Mar 28 19:32:59 2002 CST

[+][IW-CBA] Astride Peyth, Nest is looking a little worried as she dismounts
from Peyth after he lands, dust kicking up a little at her feet as she jumps
down and she smiles and waves at the familar faces, too many to greet
personally so she just salutes Siobhan with a cocky grin to indicate her and
Peyth's readiness, though there is a tinge of worry still on her expressive
face.

[+][IW-CBA] J'nar jogs towards his dragon in a hurried gait, not wanting to
invite more negative attention from Weyrlingmasters than necessary. Riding
straps flap against his sides, looped over his shoulders, and he carries his
wherhide jacket in one hand, gloves in the other, helmet strap clutched
between his teeth. Yep, he's ready for Thread. Eyes are wide, and at
intervals he glances towards the east, as if expecting the grey portend to
come at any second. When not looking towards the Red Star, Jen's attention
is on Lexi.

[+][IW-CBA] Nest dismounts from Peyth.

[+][IW-CBA] Kohath bounces cheerfully along on K'den's heels, nudging him
ocassionally with his oversized head to move faster. "Yes, Ko, I ate
breakfast this morning. Remember, you complained that I was taking too l...
no, I'm not sleepy... yes, the Weyrlings are flying today... what?" He stops
to give his brown brute a frankly boggled stare. "...No. I think you'd better
just stay away from Lorizath. Is that rock digested?" Kohath rumbles happily.
Business as usual.

[+][IW-CBA] Siobhan is busily checking gauges on her dragon's agenothree
tanks, fiddling with the dials in that finicky manner she has when time is
short. She notices Nest's salute and returns one of her own, straightening
from her crouch over the equipment. "'Lo, Nest," she smiles, glancing
towards Lexi and the 'lings, her smile brightening. "Looks like we've got
'lings flying today too."

[+][IW-CBA] Halis shrugs as she gets no responce from anyone really. Since
she's not flying she starts off in the direction of those who are staying on
the ground to help with a sad little sigh, and a rumble from Olexath, "I wish
we were able to fly today too lovey."

[+][IW-CBA] Lorizath is in tip-top semiglowy form, as well she should be, eyes
are whirling agitation and her mind is sending a steady stream of acidic
comments about her rider in comparision to very slow things, like rocks. She
gives the occasional slight-trumpet, her calls already to the menace she
feels down to the bone.

[+][IW-CBA] Nest grins at Siobhan and glances around "Indeed, their first
one?" she inquires and sighs slightly "Peyth's first one since..." She
glances at the brown and then back at Siobhan and shrugs "Well if he says
he's ready he is ready so just tell me where you want me"

[+][IW-CBA] J'et runs on, reaching Lorizath, then stops to a halt right
infront of her. He examines. "OK, everything's alright!" Well, in his book
anyway. OK, he has all that he needs, and so does Lorizath, now all that's
left is to get up and BURN! During his little fantasies, he salutes each
rider present.

[+][IW-CBA] Lexi looks to Siobhan and grumbles a little bit as her 'lings
scramble to get ready. Arms crossed over her chest as she shakes her head,
"Let's just hope they are more prepared than when I found them all lounging
in the Living caverns. Apparently they had forgotten what was going on
today." A disapproved shake of her head is given.

[+][IW-CBA] Arah strides in with an unusally quick gait, riding jacket held
over her shoulder with one hand, helmet clutched tightly in the other. She
pauses for a moment, making sure Belluth is still right behind her, her eyes
showing her growing nervousness. Belluth gives a little encouraging croon
towards his Arah as he bounds in behind her, his eyes whirling with
increasing excitment.

[+][IW-CBA] Scrambling quickly up Olexath's deep crystal blue forelimb, Halis
soon settles between iridescent ridges of pure midnight.

[+][IW-CBA] From Sky Above Center Bowl, Olexath carefully tilts gunmetal
carressed wings toward Sky High Above Center Bowl.

[+][IW-CBA] Siobhan cocks her head at Nest and glances around curiously. "I
would've thought you'd be flying with DuneRaider," she notes, nodding towards
the wingsecond's knots on the brownrider's arm. "But I'm not sure where
Sh'lor's gathering them right at the moment. Weyrlingmaster Lexi," she
suppresses a grin at the disapproval. "Are they ready to fly, then? If they
need more practice or something..." She glowers mock-seriously at the 'lings
as they ready themselves.

[+][IW-CBA] J'nar drops his jacket on the ground -- outside down, of course,
so no sand can get into the warm interior --, setting gloves and helmet
inside it, then leaping deftly on a foreleg, raised in anticipation of the
move. Now familiar gestures flick the straps into place, and hands work
expertly at tightening them. He glances towards Lexi with a pained
expression for her words to Siobhan -- he hadn't forgotten. He just hadn't
planned his time very well... Jumping down from the foreleg, straps in
place, he fetches a firestone bag, and offers pieces for his lifemate to
masticate.

[+][IW-CBA] Lexi looks over the 'lings carefully, each one, from top to
bottom. Eyes narrow at each and every one of them as she turns to the
goldrider, "They are ready. They've been taugh well by me and my assistants.
Their organizational skills need some work though." Glare is given to all as
she takes the helmet from her belt puts it on, coiling her braid underneath
is so no hair is exposed. She then moves on to Iyrith, who was waiting
patiently in the background, and climbs his forelimb to place his straps
securely.

[+][IW-CBA] Kohath ...admires Lorizath. And burps a little. Firestone does
that to him. He hums unconcerned reassurance to K'den as his rider shakes his
head and doublechecks his straps.

[+][IW-CBA] M'iah blinks a few times, her eyes becoming slightly dazed.

[+][IW-CBA] Nest shakes her head at Siobhan "Seeing it's Peyth's first flight
we did not want to have the strain on being in the wingsecond position so I
am flying with the weyrlings so if Peyth's wing tires we won't be missed too
much, just filling in where we can." She nods, seeming pretty determined and
sure of herself and gestures towards the end of the bowl "Duneraider's over
there and they won't miss me this flight, they have covered for me for a turn
already" she sighs slightly and glances around as people gather.

[+][IW-CBA] Z'eir strolls with a loose gait in from Southeast Bowl.
[+][IW-CBA] Qwinth has arrived.
[+][IW-CBA] Z'eir leads Qwinth from the Southeast Bowl.

[+][IW-CBA] J'et checks, everything's ready, then checks Lori's straps for the
final time. He breathes in, makes sure all his gear is in place, then gets
the firestone sack and gives it to Lori for her to chew to burst out flame.
He whispers, "This time, don't burn anything besides the Thread. What
happened with T'paz wasn't very pretty." Lori will make sure to only flame
Thread! Now eat. He looks up, looking for glints of silver. Ah, that's just
him. First time out there.

[+][IW-CBA] K'den climbs up to Kohath's neck with the aid of a
cheerfully-offered foreleg.

[+][IW-CBA] Lorizath gives just a little hiss, at her rider, then turned to be
aimed at the menace, she would never hiss at her rider. She masticates
quickly, rather edgily in bigger bites then she'll ever eat beast. She
flexes her wings for a moment, showing them off even at this high-nerve time
and shifts waiting for rider to tell her to go.

[+][IW-CBA] Z'eir has been here all the while, busy checking straps, gathering
firestone sacks, and feeding the bronze in preparation for the fall ahead.
Once he's sure he's ready, he checks on the other weyrlings, helping one here
and there ready themselves.

[+][IW-CBA] Noa walks in from Southwestern Bowl.

[+][IW-CBA] From Sky Above Center Bowl, Circeoth jumps like a vision, in from
::between::

[+][IW-CBA] Pezuith chews the firestone offered him carefully, eyes whirling
slowly in heightened concentration, though tinged with a bit of fighting red
in anticipation for the day's activities. J'nar looks on for a moment in
silent pride, then hurriedly slips on his jacket, gloves, and helmet, his
short haircut standing him in good stead with the tight headgear. He tugs
each article of clothing meticulously into place, tightening the straps of
helmet, fasteners of jacket, adjusting gloves, then hopping up to check the
riding straps one time, all the time to the tune of Pez's chewing.

[+][IW-CBA] Siobhan hoists the heavy tanks to her dragon's back, aided by the
thoughtful tilt of the geisha gold's shoulders towards the ground. The
dragon swivels her wedge-shaped head around coyly, her eyes whirling as she
surveys the preparations of the weyr for Fall. "There you go, Sayurith
dear," says Saab fondly, reaching out to scritch the golden eyeridges
just-so. The gold croons softly. "Are you ready, love?"

[+][IW-CBA] Circeoth spiraling downwards, the gliding green wings decend with
ease and a glaze over them. A flourish of worry come over Circeoth and it
then transfers towards Lina. "Yes." Not a yes in joy, but rather, they knew
it. And Lina goes to prepare.

[+][IW-CBA] J'et smiles at Lorizath's attitude against Thread, proud of her
antics. That menace MUST be destroyed. He says, "Take it easy. Don't bite
yourself, OK, dear heart?" Then, once more time, checkes everything in place.
He nods, "Good. All good." He pats Lorizath's hide a few times, "This is our
first time. Let's do our best. We can do it!" Eyes of great pride and
adoration rest on his beautiful green dragon. Agile, cunning, skillful, and a
passion for fire (*cough*) she's ready for anything.

[+][IW-CBA] Lexi looks at Z'eir working dutifully and attempts to catch his
eye with a little wink, very discreetly, hidden from anyone else who may be
looking. Once the straps are on Iyrith, she hands him a few chunks of
firestone to masticate. Looking to the other 'lings, she see that most are
ready. Calling to all of them. "Once you have your straps on and checked,
and your lifemate is chewing firestone, you may mount up." Walking over to
Z'eir, she smile at him, but remains professional. "You ready, Weyrling
Wingleader? Your wingmates are waiting."

[+][IW-CBA] Arah moves closer to Belluth dropping both helmet and jacket at
her feet as she checks over the brown's riding straps. Using the browns
foreleg to make any needed adjustments. She takes a deep breath and gives
Belluth a loving tap before jumping back to the ground, getting her firestone
sack she feeds several lumps to Belluth. "Now don't get the bright idea of
flameing anyone dear." Belluth gives his best attempt at a innoccent rumble
while chewing the friestone at the same time, causing Arah to give a impish
grin and shake of her head before slipping into her jacket and helmet, making
sure they are well fastened, and saving her gloves for last. With a last
quick check over everything she is ready to go.

[+][IW-CBA] Lina dismounts from Circeoth.

[+][IW-CBA] Nest starts feeding Peyth the firestone, one at a time, and
watching the weyrlings, not that there are not plenty watching them but one
more pair of eyes does not hurt and she grins and goes back to attending to
her brown. "We'll be fine but we cannot fly all fall Peyth, just half." She
smiles softly, almost wistfully "It will be good to be back in the air"

[+][IW-CBA] The sky begins to darken, eerie quiet settling low over the weyr
as Thread prepares to fall.

[+][IW-CBA] Astride Kohath's tarnished brown neck, K'den grips with his knees
and doesnt scold as Kohath does a little dance of anticipation; gives him a
chance to last-check the fastenings of his straps for security. He draws the
safety strap snug over his lap and tosses a glance skyward as he fits his
goggles over his eyes. "Yes, I see it," he murmurs quiet affirmation.

[+][IW-CBA] Nest mounts Peyth.

[+][IW-CBA] Lina fears the worst, but hopes for the best. "It's okay,
Circeoth. We'll get through it." Fear penetrates through the words, but still
she manages a small quirk of a smile. Beautifully, the dragon enfolds her
wings and hums reassurance to the mate of her life. <<My darling, we'll make
it through. No fear.>> Lina goes on that, for her dragon must know best,
right? The girl picks up a few bundles of firestone and checks her storage.
All good to go.

[+][IW-CBA] From Sky Above Center Bowl, Jaspyth has arrived.

[+][IW-CBA] Z'eir glances back as he hears his name called, a smile curling
his lips upwards as he sees the Weyrlingmaster before him. Nodding his head
as he pull son his gloves, his steps bringing him back to the bronze's side,
"Yes, I think we're just about ready." He looks over the weyrling wing with
an eye of silent pride, hidden under a touch of nervousness as it seems it's
time to prove to the others that they're ready for what they've been trained
for. The bronze rumbles lightly, wings rustling over his back as he eagerly
looks to the sky.

You mount Nhaeth.

Inky dollops of dusty rose salmon coalesce the creases of his vast expanse of
seasoned black cherry hide, cluttering into gangly extremities seeped in
sepia before vanishing beneath a facade of dusky darkness. Sleek sheets of
lengthy mocha-washed wings drizzled with an ethereal edge of frosty pink
coral veins engulf him, cluttering the smooth, rounded ridges that bud from
his elongated neck and rosewood headknobs, leaving only a whim of the large,
expressive eyes that light his nervous triangular head. Hints of deep well
metallicy limn his soot-smudged physique, creating golden glimpses that
overshadow the disproportions and discrepancies and glitter the lengthy
starscape frame from rich hazelnut tail to clever ebon talons with heroic
motes of succulent, suffering incandescence.
Leather as brown as his dark hide winds over his bony length, whorling
patterns where the ridges shrink into nothing and girding his underbelly's
frail jet.
Nhaeth is 4 Turns, 1 Month, and 28 Days old.

[+][IW-CBA] Nhaeth has arrived.

(Nhaeth) Noa stands behind a row of metal tanks. Intimidating objects they
are- Creations of science and chemistry. Noa isn't too comfortable with them.
A mechanic is flitting about begfore their dials, making adjustments with his
wrench. Finally, he stands back, hands on hips. "They're set, Ma'm. Now if
you don't mind, I'm going inside!" Noa sniffs in disgust as he skitters off.
This is duty. And she don't need no dragon to send that thread back to where
it came from. "Groundcrew, suit up with tanks, and blow the Weyrlings a kiss
fer' luck!" Hollers the Farmer.

(Nhaeth) Astride Jaspyth, T'paz looks about himself, getting the feel for the
mood, as preparations are underway for fall. "Ok, big guy, go find our spot.

(Nhaeth) T'paz dismounts from Jaspyth.

(Nhaeth) Siobhan pauses in her preparations to watch the sky, nodding quietly
to herself as she mounts the golden one. The big dragon dances slightly to
one side, making room for the desert bronze, a warbled welcome thrumming in
her throat as she cranes her elegant neck coquettishly at Jaspyth.

(Nhaeth) Siobhan alights upon golden paw, scrambling to claim a seat 'pon
Sayurith's sunset tipped 'ridges.

(Nhaeth) Noa leans over to a yonger crewmember. "Hopefully, they won't need
us..."

(Nhaeth) Pezuith looks up, still chewing the lumps of firestone and
concentrating on his second stomach, but the red spreads further through his
eyes as he catches the Thread-jive. He lowers himself closer to the ground,
impatiently waiting for his rider to mount up -- the Menace comes, and must
be stopped, at all cost! J'nar mounts carefully, tightening his own straps,
rubbing his lifemate's neck, well understanding the anticipation that the
Bronze has experienced waiting for this moment. "Easy, Pez, Thread has
waited for us this long, it can wait a few moments more while the rest of the
Weyr prepares." The bronze gives a snort through his chewing. Anticipation
and foolhardiness do not coincide, not in this bronze.

(Nhaeth) Lexi nods curtly as she heads back over to Iyrith and swings up onto
the aquillan brown's neck. Once there, she adjusts her straps and the
firestone sacks, making sure everything is in order. When everything is
secured, she slips on her gloves and pulls down her goggles. Calling out to
the 'lings not already perched upon their lifemates, "Weyrlings, mount your
dragons!"

(Nhaeth) Lexi cooly hops up on Iyrith's forelimb and pulls herself onto his
neck.

(Nhaeth) With an assist from Qwinth's foreleg and the dangling straps, Z'eir
vaults with ease into place between sooty neckridges.

(Nhaeth) Jaspyth nods to his rider and returns the warble to Sayurith. He
settles into place and waits for word from his rider as to what is what and
who is who, for this fall. He notes the Weyrlings out in force, and relays
that to T'paz.

(Nhaeth) J'et tightens the straps once more, checking again. He can never be
too sure for Lorizath's safety. Then, he looks up, eyes narrowing, his heart
pumping faster, blood racing. "It comes..." He nods, "Let's do this Lori." He
nods to Lexi, then mounts Lorizath. Setting himself safely onto Lorizath, he
puts on his goggles and says, "Let's fly!" Well, not that he's had his moment
of truth and pride, he can go back to being afraid.

(Nhaeth) With the help of her emerald foreleg, Lorizath lifts J'et up to her
neckridge, letting J'et mount her.

(Nhaeth) Lorizath pauses in her fruitless calls to the vile fillaments,
concentrating all her effort on the stones, small spinning bits of crimson
slowly taking over facetful eyes. Some curt rejoiner answers J'et's slightly
joking exclamation, but majority of attention, including blood-gaze is on the
hand and dragon which will signal her ascent.

(Nhaeth) Lina just pretends to really be sure of herself as she mounts up the
beautiful baby green. Oh, perhaps not the smallest green (but certainly not
the largest, either), Lina's babe.

(Nhaeth) Lina mounts Circeoth.

(Nhaeth) Nhaeth was long among the wings, if a trifle lost amid the fanning of
restless dragon wings. His rider mounts with the rest, hunching into her
customary niche between the familiar neckridges. They exchange reassurances
-- or is it one-way? -- for several long moments before both look to their
'Leader for directions.

(Nhaeth) J'nar mounts Pezuith with a graceful leap, stepping on a lifted
bronze forelimb and propelling himself to a spot between 'ridges painted with
tessellations of incarnadine fading into mandarin hues.

(Nhaeth) T'paz mounts Jaspyth.

(Nhaeth) Ilnalamaleth moves with an exotic elegance in from Southeast Bowl.

(Nhaeth) Belluth keeps chewing on the lumps of firestone, his reddish yellow
whirling faster with anticipation and the growing thoughts of battle. Brown
body is quickly lowered to the ground as he waits for his rider to mount up.
Arah pauses for just a moment giving a proud smile towards her beatly brown.
"Soon." She tells him before using the offered forepaw to skitter up onto her
beastly brown's back.

(Nhaeth) Arah swings up to Belluth's neck and settles down between earthen
colored neckridges with the help of a foreleg.

(Nhaeth) Qwinth rustles his wings with impatient movements, his tail flicking
back and forth with faster movements as the crowd begins to gain the back of
dragons, or disperse with flame throwers for the ground crew. His lifemate
pats his neck, whispering calming words as the bronze's eyes take on the red
of anger, his bugle ringing out at his challenges the coming of Thread.

(Nhaeth) Peyth is quiet, ready to take wing, not at all nervous, steady as a
rock, reassuring his rider of his willingness to face his old foe again for
the first time in a turn. Nest finishes strapping herself in and makes sure
the sack of firestone is closed but easily accessible. She surveys the
gathering crowd and nods, prepared and then glances across the bowl to her
old wing and sighs "Perhaps I will?" she says more to herself

(Nhaeth) Astride Sayurith, Siobhan points an arm at May and beckons the
weyrling. "May, you won't be flying with the 'lings, you'll be flying with
us," she calls, pointing to the queen's wing. After all, don't want to
endanger the weyr's newest gold and her rider unnecessarily. "Gamma wants
you to fly to my left wing today." Saab being Queen's Wing wingsecond takes
the left of the larger gold.

(Nhaeth) Circeoth faces her tender headridges towards Lina, rubbing against
the lifemates cheek. A simple sign of affection means that Circeoth is
prepared for anything that is to come. We're ready to go.

(Nhaeth) Astride Jaspyth, T'paz looks about himself, and begins to take stock
of who's where on the floor of the Bowl. Jaspyth moves into position at the
point of the V of the WindScorchers. With a glance over at the Gold Wing,
and over to the Weyrlings who are about to battle in the air. "Yup, they
look ready." T'paz says in response to the silent comment.

(Nhaeth) Nestled amid Pezuith's too-large wings, J'nar settles the extra
firestone sacks he'd procured against his dragon's neck, checking the straps
a third -- fourth? -- time. Can't be too careful. Pezuith finishes chewing
the last stone that he can handle, eyes whirling quicker as the moment of
truth comes ever closer. With marvelous self control, the young bronze
manages to not let his anticipation affect his ability to manage his
firestone. Jen looks towards Z'eir, his lifemate mirroring his movement by
watching Qwinth, eyes alert for the 'ling Wingleader's orders, as their
extensive training had trained them.

(Nhaeth) Saille walks in from Southeast Bowl.

(Nhaeth) Lorizath having finished her digestion just sits in her usual
impatient fashion, light shifting from foreleg to backleg, though slowly so
as not to dislodge her rider, a little bugle indicates she would really like
to be going as encroaching proddiness and anxiety combine to make her really
impatient.

(Nhaeth) Astride Jaspyth, T'paz looks about himself, and begins to take stock
of who's where on the floor of the Bowl. Jaspyth moves into position at the
point of the V of the WindScorchers. With a glance over at the Gold Wing,
and over to the Weyrlings who are about to battle in the air. "Yup, they
look ready." T'paz says in response to the silent comment.

(Nhaeth) Belluth gives catlike flicks of his tail his lack of patients
starting to become more apparent with each passing second, reasurring Arah
they will do just fine after all they have not been trained for almost two
turns for nothing. Arah works quickly strapping herself in and making sure
everything is as it should be then she settels taking a deep breath and looks
towards Z'eir waiting for orders.

(Nhaeth) Saille makes his way over to Noa in a quick step, wanting to help all
he can. he see's her and trots over "miss Noa?"

(Nhaeth) Astride Jaspyth, Boot pops in from ::between::

(Nhaeth) Nhaeth is stable as any brown this time around, though a twitching
spell has gripped his tail-tip, it seems. A firelizard endlessly circles,
circles his raised wingspars. D'ney glances around, checking on the wing
she's in, a frown working its way into view.

(Nhaeth) Ilnalamaleth croons to her fellow golds as she moves to the appointed
position, her rider already mounted and dressed for the occation. The dark
gold seems calm and ready for the fight, yet her rider seems a bit figetty,
"Your left Saab?" shes double checking everything, even though Ilnalamaleth
is already there.

(Nhaeth) Jaspyth dozes off...

(Nhaeth) Boot has arrived.

(Nhaeth) Iyrith keens that long aquillan cry of his up towards the threat of
thread. His oversized wings rustle in anticiaption as earthen brown neck is
craned to receive some more firestone. Looking over to Z'eir, Lexi calls
out, "Where ever you need me Weyrling Wingleader, just say so." She looks to
the others.

(Nhaeth) Qwinth finally lets his guard down as he curls up where he is,
copper-veined wings rustling over his shadowed bronze back while his long
sooty tail flicks over his eyes.

(Nhaeth) Peyth sees: Nhaeth meanders at the fringes of mind and thought, his
mental voice a mite plaintive, mingled with the sharp spiciness of flaking
paint. << Our Wingseconds. >> Greeting, then: << Will you not fly with us
this time? >> And the tendrils roam on, to cautiously circle you and yours,
for hurts or more.

(Nhaeth) Astride Peyth, Nest waves hesitantly at D'ney and Petyh shifts a
little towards his old fellow wing riders and away from the weyrlings. Nest
frowns "Peyth we cannot" she pauses and glances towards Nhaeth and she looks
a little undecided.

(Nhaeth) Noa straps on her tank, and assists the rest of the groundcrew with
theirs. She now looks'a proper Ghostbuster. A scan of the bowl... It's empty
but for dragons, and the small group of crazies who like to run around with
chemicals strapped to their backs. And that scrawny little boy who just
trotted in- What! The Weyrfarmer clomps over, tank and gear in hand. "Yes
it's Noa. Yer' here to grandcrew right? Right. Knew you were." No time
wasted, she's seen him around before. "You know how to use a tank?" She
pushes the equipment towards the boy, expectantally.

(Nhaeth) [-] Peyth croons softly back, the aroma of old leather and spice
warms his voice, grateful for the invite >>My rider says no but I know I am
strong enough to take this flight and rejoin you if I am welcome?<<

(Nhaeth) Kohath bounces as solemnly as his awkwardly proportioned legs allow,
into place with the other SandStormers, stubby tail flicking rudderlike to
keep him balanced. He's more graceful in the air, really. "Relay to Zheryth
that we're ready," K'den murmurs, glancing around to assure himself of their
position in the wing, and the preparations of the others. Kohath makes no
bones about staring openly at Lorizath, still.

(Nhaeth) Molly saunters, with divine, youthful grace in from NorthWest Bowl.

(Nhaeth) Nestled amid Pezuith's too-large wings, J'nar looks around, surveying
the gathered dragons, riders, weyrfolk, all turned out for the occasion of
Thread; his first Fall, flying a fighting dragon, searing the deadly Threads.
An understandable measure of pride washes through the bronzerider, shoulders
back, chin up. In his surveying, he spots a familiar face, grinning as he
spots Saille asking to help out.

(Nhaeth) Peyth sees: Nhaeth is grateful for the warmth in this time of need.
He creeps closer metaphysically, reaching out tickling waves of motion to
unveil a gallery of flying, fighting dragons in mind's eye. << These are we.
We are brave dragons, are we not? >> With greater confidence, he adds,
swishing reflection back over the images, << You are very welcome, our
Wingsecond. >>

(Nhaeth) Saille Saille blinks in confusen "Ummm....no Miss." he looks up and
quickly adds "But im a fast learner!! please, i want to help." he looks
hopefully at you with big, inoccent eyes

(Nhaeth) Astride Sayurith, The ominous thunder that usually precedes
Threadfall begins to roll across the mountains, the filmy sheen of Thread now
visible away in the distance, but coming closer, inexorably...

(Nhaeth) Circeoth dozes off...

(Nhaeth) The ominous thunder that usually precedes Threadfall begins to roll
across the mountains, the filmy sheen of Thread now visible away in the
distance, but coming closer, inexorably...

(Nhaeth) Jaspyth wakes up from his nap.

(Nhaeth) The ominous thunder that usually precedes Threadfall begins to roll
across the mountains, the filmy sheen of Thread now visible away in the
distance, but coming closer, inexorably... <repose>

(Nhaeth) [-] Peyth is also grateful for the warmth and welcome he receives and
the closeness >>You are indeed a brave dragon and without such support I
could not fly<< His tone is the rumble of trumpets and distant thunder,a warm
spice aroma suffuses his mind voice >>Let us take to the skies and show these
weyrlings how it is done<<

(Nhaeth) Peyth falls into place alongside Nhaeth and bugles at him and then
sidles into his old position. Nest looking a little concerned but not
arguing with her dragon's decision, she glances back at D'ney "Ready?"

(Nhaeth) Molly raises a brow at all the dragons and residents congregating in
the bowl. She trots up to Noa, but stops, hearing the thunder. The young
girl turns, wide-eyed and then looks to the WeyrFarmer, who looks odd in her
gear, "Uh, I was told to help..."

(Nhaeth) Qwinth flicks his shadowed tail from over his eyes, then stretches
out his lanky form. Yawning, he looks about, greeting those around with
guarded words.

(Nhaeth) Astride Nhaeth, D'ney directs Nhaeth's tail to avoid the antics of a
blue behind them. It's a good thing the Bowl is vast enough for all the
dragons, and she takes advantage of that space to edge away from the others,
giving leeway for sufficient airspace later on. Spotting Nest, the Duneraider
returns the wave, broadly. A grim smile settles into place on their
Wingseconds' return, preparatory to being turned at the darkening skies.

(Nhaeth) Kohath forgets about romance and lifts his largish head, letting out
a stuttering trumpet and flapping his wings restlessly. He even ignores that
vague unexplainable urge he momentarily had to fight Thread from Sayurith's
back. Silly dragon, Thread is in the sky. So why is he down here? Whuffle,
stare impatiently at his Wingleader.

(Nhaeth) Iyrith keens that long aquillan cry of his up towards the threat of
thread. His oversized wings rustle in anticiaption as earthen brown neck is
craned to receive some more firestone. Looking over to Z'eir, Lexi calls
out, "Where ever you need me Weyrling Wingleader, just say so." She looks to
the others. (repose)

(Nhaeth) Jaspyth receives the signal from T'paz, and he lifts off, ahead of
the Weyr, for one last check. The huge bronze circles the bowl, and nods at
each formation on the ground, then turns his head towards the Fall. T'paz
relays the mental command and pumps his arm in the signal to rise.

(Nhaeth) Peyth sees: Nhaeth gives and returns in equal measure, pleasure
wending through despite the tension of this situation. << Thank you. >> A
shudder shows, all in his words, leading in to a surging forward of wingsails
and self. << We go. >>

(Nhaeth) Noa makes no effort to disguise her worry. It's all over her face, as
plain as cromcoal. A fall on the way, and she's got to train? This is crazy.
Noa dives in. "I jes' hope you lean faster than thread falls." Noa intones,
squinting at the horizon. The thunder rolls, and the runners can be heard
neighing and kicking in the background. Looks like it's Molly's cue. "Hey,
Mully. Glad for another pair of hands. Do I gotta' teach you how to burn
burrows too?" She drops one set of gear at Saille's feet, and trots off to
gather another set for the Weyr-mucker.

(Nhaeth) [-] Peyth is actually anxious to go and sending supportive thoughts,
glad for the support in return >>We go and we meet and we flame!<< His voice
is powerful and strong, he has returned to his duty, this is where he is
meant to be.

(Nhaeth) Jaspyth telepathically projects <<We should form up in wings,
Windscorcher and Duneraider on top, Cliffcleaver and Surfblaster middle,
Queens and Weyrlings below>>

(Nhaeth) Jaspyth flies toward Sky Above Center Bowl.

(Nhaeth) Belluth raises his head and lets out a cry in what sounds deep, gruff
tenor of a hardened hunter from deep withing his cream-dipped throat, letting
all know that the deadly menace is now comming upon them. His umber drizzled
wings a ruffled restraining himself until the command is given for them to
face the incomming threat. At T'paz's signal, Arah looks towards Z'eir, her
nervousness slowly starting to dissappear.

(Nhaeth) Astride Peyth, Nest receives the signal of where her wing is supposed
to fly, she nods towards the wingleader and then gives the signal, the
dragons to take to the sky and meet thread so it does not touch and scorch
the ground. Peyth jealous and eager to show his merit, spreads wings and
takes to the skies.

(Nhaeth) Peyth flies toward Sky Above Center Bowl.

(Nhaeth) As the presance of thread draws cloers and closer all eyes seem to
turn twords the east, including those of Ilnalamaleth. The antiqued glimmer
fo ehr hide seems to shift to an even darker hue, her lythe and slender form
itching to be in the sky and doing her part to rid the planet of this endless
threat. She is confident, sure of herself and ready. Her rider sits tall,
doing her best to portray calm, just as the beast beneath her does, but
inside her innerds are rolling most violently.

(Nhaeth) Between the sooty neckridges of Qwinth, Z'eir looks to Lexi, then
towards the wing, "How about behind J'nar and Pezuith?" He motions for the
brown behind the bronze to take position one back, and as the signal is
given, he passes the signal to his wing to lift up.

(Nhaeth) Pezuith watches Jaspyth lift off and fly, front paws kneading the
ground under him as he roils with the desire to lift off, but the knowledge
that he must wait for his Wingleader, strongly reinforced by the determined
J'nar.

(Nhaeth) Kori walks with a quick step in from Southeast Bowl.
(Nhaeth) Axath moves with an awkward grace in from Southeast Bowl.

(Nhaeth) Nhaeth leaps, and rises, lanky wings beating away the dust of the
bowl as he swoops into formation together with the rest of Duneraider.
Globular eyes gleam, forgetting, reflecting poise in the face of this danger.

(Nhaeth) Sky Above Center Bowl
(Nhaeth)
(Nhaeth) Gusts of scalding, ruthless winds circumvent within this focal point
of the weyr's airspace, unpredictable in their multi-directional entrances;
below, dragons and humans converge amidst the mesmerizing architecture of the
central bowl area, though their presence rarely obstructs the sheer splendor
of the weyr. Ledges, each spanning an entire dragonlength apart, align upon
weyr's sand-scoured walls, their occupants often seen basking during the
day's zenith. Nearby, the inviting crystal-clear waters of the lake shimmers,
sand- and sun-burnt bodies resting upon its inviting shores.
(Nhaeth)
(Nhaeth) "A light breeze swirls about the air, bringing relief to those out in
the midday sun. The sky is, as usual, devoid of any clouds. It is a fall
midday.
(Nhaeth) The following dragons are here: Jaspyth and Peyth

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Kohath waggles his hindquarters and thrusts
upward as SandStormer launches, lashing his short tail for lift. He flaps
furiously first, then catches a thermal, and soars upward with a bugle of
challenge at his old enemy.

(Nhaeth) Kohath has arrived.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Molly shakes her head, "No, I can do it."
Sure, that's what /she/ wants everyone to think. The girl has no clue,
what-so-ever how to work it, but she'll make sure to take note and look like
she knows what she's doing. She heads next to Saille, but doesn't smile,
she's a bit nervous right now.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Molly, being a child and all, (using up all
that energy) quietly falls asleep.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, From the majestic neck of Iyrith, Lexi nods
her head, and takes her place behind J'nar and his bronze. Iyrith keens once
more up at the Thread before the signal is given to lift off. Lex nods to
Z'eir signal and with one big sweep of his massive wings, Iyrith is airborne.

(Nhaeth) Qwinth has arrived.
(Nhaeth) Lorizath has arrived.
(Nhaeth) Iyrith has arrived.
(Nhaeth) Belluth has arrived.
(Nhaeth) Pezuith has arrived.

(Nhaeth) Jaspyth telepathically projects <<Be ready for shifts in position.
Weyrlings, be ready to move into the center of the Weyr's formations first,
then just below Windscorcher second. All others, be alert.>>

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Saille turns to Molly 'Im Saille...you
nervious to?" he asks softly, braid swiging behind him as he moves his head

(Nhaeth) Peyth sees: Nhaeth spares little time for words now. His mind
swifts, watching wingmates, gliding over yours in mute support along the way.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Boot dozes off...

(Nhaeth) [-] Peyth has given into the feel of it, no thoughts, just the
preparation of flaming, his eyes scanning the skies, for the first time a
slight tendril of fear is apparant.

(Nhaeth) Qwinth gives a signal that he heard the leading bronze, his wings
beating against the wind as the weyrlings take to the air from the ground,
and move into position with a signal from his lifemate upon his neck.
Glancing back, Z'eir nods his head lightly as he sees his wing fall into
formation.

(Nhaeth) Peyth climbs with the rest of the duneraider wing to fly in the
indicated position directed by T'paz. Nest occasionally glancing to check
that the wing follows and is in correct formation, worried glances sent at
Peyth's wing but it beat is strong and sure and she returns to scanning the
skies.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Molly yawns and rubs sleepy eyes as she wakes.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Astride Sayurith, Siobhan gives the signal
finally, watching to see that the others are flying well before the queens
take to the sky. The golden one raises her voice in challenge, the crystal
bugle echoing around the walls of the bowl as she rises.

(Nhaeth) Sayurith has arrived.

(Nhaeth) Ilnalamaleth has arrived.

(Nhaeth) Lorizath beats her wings, lifting up into the air, taking position
for Threadfall. Eyes whirling with anticipation, with a mix of proddiness and
determination, she bugles loudly at the challenge of Thread, as if to
threaten it. She's ready. Eyes glowing a crimson red, she rumbles once more.
She definitely does NOT like Thread. J'et, seated upon Lorizath, feels the
same way, then awaits for the signal to take action.

(Nhaeth) And now, finally, the deadly rain commences falling over Igen Weyr;
the upper levels begin to see the shadowy clumps as they sullenly drop from
the skies, menacing, quiet, /deadly/.

(Nhaeth) Pezuith beats those too-large wings in perfect coordination, using
their span to full advantage, lifting effortlessly behind his Wingleader.
J'nar keeps his eyes on Z'eir, ears open to both auditory orders and mental
ones. Hearing Lorizath's bellow, Pezuith answers with one of his own, deeper
vocalization no less threatening to the airborn Menace, eyes whirling ever
redder, ever faster as the Enemy finally comes into sight.

(Nhaeth) Belluth climbs with the rest of the weyrlings, his umber-drizzled
wings beating powerfully to gain sufficant hight with the rest.Taking his
position in the wing, Arah doesn't even get a chance to ready herself before
the deadly rain of thread commences and Belluth lets out another gruff rumble
as a challange to the incomming threat.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Noa swipes the evening's dust from her brow.
The thread's not even fallen yet, and she's worn out. The dragons take to
air, and their downsweep brings a wave of new, nervous energy. The woman lets
out a whoop, and throws her fist in the air. Ahem. Now down to buisness. She
swivels on bootheel to face Molly and Sal. "... Dandy, Mull. Now, our job
down here is to burn the threads that make it past the lowest wings, so they
don't burrow inta' the dirt, and suck the life outta' every surrounding
thing." Lovley. She's speaking at the boy now, but keeps it loud enough for
Molly to hear.

(Nhaeth) Astride Ilnalamaleth, May follows up with the Queens wing, her flamer
ready. She tested the thing before she mounted up, but she itches to make
sure its ready once more, yet thinks that it would be a waste of fuel so she
waites. She looks up to the fighting wings and gets a little reminisant...
though somehow it looks different from her new position. She looks too at the
wing of Weyrlings, many her clutchmates, she feels a pang of worry, motherly
concern? Perhaps that is Ily's affect on her, yet she feels protective of
them all of a sudden.

(Nhaeth) Astride Jaspyth, T'paz watches as WindScorcher forms up behind him,
in V formation. Good. Fall looks straightforward enough. Then, the first
of the Threads begin to fall. With a deep basso roar, Jaspyth belches forth
the first flames at the leading edge.

(Nhaeth) Iyrith feels the familiar anxiety, alertness, and eagerness to combat
the foe as always. A loud, ear-piercingly shrill aquillan cry emits from the
earthen brown as he beats his oversized wings in perfect coordiantion. When
thread begins to drop over head, Lexi waits to see what directions Z'eir will
give, but she twitches with anxiety as well.
(Nhaeth) Lorizath has disconnected.

(Nhaeth) Nhaeth enters into the intricate dance of wingbeats, stroking the sky
in tandem with the solemn array of dragons. The first sight of Thread might
send kids shrieking, -he- shall stay steady in the ranks, merely the arching
of his wide neck revealing the tension in coiled muscles readied for fight.

(Nhaeth) Peyth rumbles, almost a warning or maybe a threat and then he rises
to flame some thread that falls in a clump, his movements sure and easy, he
won't get hit again, he's learnt his lesson. Flame pours from his mouth and
charrs the thread so that all that falls to the ground is dust and soot.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Saille nods nerviously, takeing the
tank....knowing what to do but how he is still not sure.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Molly picks up her gear, well, almost
struggles, with an 'umph'. She looks to Saille and shrugs, "Oh, Molly...
And no." She pauses and tries to act tough, "I'm not too scared at all..."
Yeah right.

(Nhaeth) Astride Sayurith, Siobhan turns to ssee if May is flying well,
although the answer echoes in her mind as Sayurith informs her that the young
queen is keeping up. The weyrwoman chuckles, then ducks to one side as her
queen arrows towards a stray clump of Thread. 'Thrower nozzle comes up, and
the evil thing is reduced to a dribble of ash. Satisfied, the queen returns
to her place in the wing.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Saille fitts his gear "Well I am. I have know
idea what im doing." he smiles warming, eyes bright and lively on his pretty
face.

(Nhaeth) Nhaeth skids onwards, on high, following Peyth's shadow into the
teeth of Fall. As the clump falls on one side, he leans toward the other,
releasing an easy train of flame that burns along a small tangle of Thread.
He watches it flare out of existence briefly, then dips to flame in yet
another direction.

(Nhaeth) The pace of Thread increases now; clumps falling thickly and in large
quantities, leaving no time for much than the rhythm of 'Fall.

(Nhaeth) Astride Kohath's tarnished brown neck, K'den nods tersely in response
to some relayed imperative, and holds himself low over Kohath's neck as the
wing spreads out. The little brown drives forth gamely on wild wings,
deceptively fast, belching out a fireball as large as his head to char the
first clump of Thread that dares float over to greet him. "That's what we
call overkill, Ko," K'den murmurs mildly. Kohath rumbles apologetically and
spits a smaller spurt at the next waggling tendril that floats by.

(Nhaeth) Qwinth rises ahead, his voice lifted along with the others in the air
as his fellow weyrlings take up position behind him. Z'eir twists in his seat
to give one last look, his eyes hidden by the goggles he's pulled over his
eyes to protect from ash. Lifting an arm, he gives the signal for his group
to fall into the standard V, the bronze bursting forth with a stream of flame
to sear a large clump that meets them.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Molly slyly watches Noa, to take notes of what
to do... How can she admit she doesn't know what she's doing or is scared
out of her mind? The girl shakes her head at the boy, shocked that he, being
male, said he was scared. Her hand slips and ignites the thrower, which
blazes forth. She stops it, without knowing how and blinks, "Uh, yeah..."

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Noa hefts the tank over her shoulder in
demonstration, unhooking the nozzle and gripping it tight. "The first thing
is ta' always be lookin' up. You don't want a clump to catch in yer' hair,
wrap round yer neck, or slide down yer back." Each example gets accompanying
movements. "And your nozzle pointed down. These tanks are stuffed with
chemicals that'll turn thread, and skin, to dust. So no- No doin' that Mully.
Not at all." Noa points her chin up, and nozzle down. See?

(Nhaeth) From the majestic neck of Iyrith, Lexi gives her brown silent
commands and he is off as well, staying in formation, but Lexi is keeping a
sharp eye out for anyone who gets into trouble. As a clump nears overhead,
the brown cranes his neck upwards to get a better view and lets forth a burst
of flame, searing the clump right out of the sky.

(Nhaeth) Belluth turns his head towards an approching clump of silvery-death
before releasing bright burst of flame which quickly sears the target. Then
with a couple of quick wing beats he quickly takes his position in the
standard V formation, not even given the chance to settle there before he is
flaming agian at another clump.

(Nhaeth) Ilnalamaleth spots the same patch that Sayu went after, almost going
for it herself, but when the elder gold makes the quicker move, she holds
back. Its not long before another stray bit of thread makes its way through,
and this time it seems headed right for the Weyrling pair. Darkly shimmering
saffron banks to the left, away from her wingmates, her rider's flame thrower
at the ready, both of the pair determined to do this right. As the turmoil of
grey strands reach out to kiss the flames of red on May's head, it instead
meets the deadly lick of true fire; grey hissing into blackness and floating
to the ground.

(Nhaeth) With powerful wingbeats, Jaspyth chars an opening in a wall of
Thread. "Flame upwards, then circle back!" calls out T'paz to the Wing,
relayed by Jaspyth. Then, executing a tight turn, he moves onward, the next
clump targeted, WindScorcher is tight behind.

(Nhaeth) Lorizath sees the signal, then buggles a warrior's cry out, beating
her wings fiercely as the Thread is very near. Not even waiting for a second,
she lets out a gush of flame that sears the nearby Threadclump to nothing but
harmless ash. Lorizath blows air out of her nose, but not taking her
attention off the Threadfall. Following the formation, Lorizath doesn't let a
single Thread pass her by. She may be odd on ground, but when she's in the
air, she will NOT let Thread survive, and she will NOT be stupid. Eyes still
whirling quickly with that dangerous crimson, she readies herself for
anything unpredictable.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Saille does as Noa tells him easyly, noteing
everything...like he said hes a fast learner. Though its funny seeing a
pretty boy that looks like a doll doesing such a thing.

(Nhaeth) Peyth lets one clump fall, knowing it will be met beneath by the
other wings as he skids to one side to miss it while still rising to meet
another, the steady stream of fire rushing out to destroy a few clumps close
together, he is in the rhythm of flight, all that counts is breathing fire
and letting not too many fall. nest glances to check on the rest of the
wing, a small smile on her lips as she realises this is what she has missed,
being in this position. SHe signals to a green to fall back into position,
drifting too far out of position but the rest are fine and she returns to
scanning the skies. One hand reaches for some firestone to feed to Peyth
when he has a moment.

(Nhaeth) Pezuith roars again, watching the upper levels sear the Leading Edge,
wishing that he were up there, finally destroying the Enemy he's waited all
his life to go up against. Pezuith falls into place in the standard V
formation, behind and to the left of Qwinth. Soon enough, the bronze spots a
stray Thread, making it past the upper wings almost as if meant just for this
pair to sear. He raises his head, belching expertly, the strand going up in
flame, with not a moment of unnecessary flame.

(Nhaeth) Jaspyth telepathically projects <<Weyrlings, move to center postion
now. Be wary, Thread is thicker there.>>

(Nhaeth) Nhaeth raises his head, then drops it quickly as a hail of Thread
nearly passes him by. He chars half to ash with more force than necessary,
and the compounds that remain singe a protruding neckridge. D'ney hurriedly
brushes off as much as she can reach, then leans forward to pass on a new
chunk of firestone. The sacks are getting slimmer by now, an echo of the
tanned rider's own angular face.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Molly blushes and nods to the WeyrFarmer. She
looks up and stares at the swarming dragons and the scorching Thread. The
petite girl then waits for any to get past the dragons, which she hopes,
doesn't happen.

(Nhaeth) As if on cue, a particular nasty sheet of Thread clumps heads for the
centre and the weyrlings...

(Nhaeth) From Sky Above Southwest Bowl, Rhett has arrived.

(Nhaeth) Rhett has arrived.
(Nhaeth) Rhett flies toward Center Bowl Area.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, A single strand of Thread, the width of a
hand, serpents it's way down towards the ground. It's made it past the
defenders, and heads towards Molly and Noa.

(Nhaeth) Between the sooty neckridges of Qwinth, Z'eir gives the signal for
the weyrlings to move into position, eyes looking around as he quickly feeds
the bronze a few pieces of firestone as the wing moves into position. A
rolling flame bursts from the bronze, searing yet another clump from the
skies as he looks forward to meet the new challenge, his tail flicking out
behind him in excitement.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Noa eyes Molly squintily. She's not too sure
about that one. These are just kids... And Noa's loaded them up with deadly
weaponry and sent them out to fight the planet's menace. "There!" Noa's
gloved hand flys out, and marks the strand's decent. It's time for their
first encounter. "Back up, it's comin' to us!" She hollers, trotting back.
Noa primes her thrower, the nozzle smokes hungrily.

(Nhaeth) Astride Peyth, Nest does not see Nhaeth's near miss or over flaming
and continues, signalling to the wing to keep up, to keep within formation.
Eyes scanning all around her, having learnt her lesson, she keeps up the
steady scan, wing, skies, front and then again, all in a rhythm so she cannot
miss anything. Peyth flies surely, the previous worries of his wing not
lasting not eventuating, it is strong and firm. ANd he breathes fire, easily
charring thread, occasionally letting that which he cannot get easily fall
beneath, letting the defenders below meet it.

(Nhaeth) Lorizath eyes the Thread, then snorts as they are to approach the
thicker clumps. Still beating her wings strongly, she heads out to meet it,
still in formation. J'et feeds another stone or two to Lorizath, who chews
thoroughly and belches another gust of bright flame that renders the Thread
to nothing but ash. Will that be medium-rare, or EXTRA crispy? Lorizath, not
in one bit excited, but more enraged and determined, sears some more Thread.
Seems working her flames on T'paz helped.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Saille watchs in fear, and gets his gear ready
incase they dont see it. he then moves closer to Noa, getting his thrower
ready.

(Nhaeth) Belluth belches out another bright flame as he spot another stray
clump. Then pumping his wings he moves higher towards center as commanded.
Arah holds on tightly, her once nervousness now all gone replaced by a pure
business mode. She quickly feeds her brown a few pieces of firestone as he
falls into position with the rest or the wing. The brown lets out a beastly
battle cry, searing another clump along the way, watching proudly as the
silver-death is turned to ash.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Rhett flitters toward Weyr Lake Shore.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Molly squeaks at the sight, yet backs up as
she is told. "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear..." The girl shouldn't have said
she knew what she was doing and shouldn't have said she wasn't scared. Yet,
in the heat of the moment, she tries to calm herself and readies her thrower,
eyes wide.

(Nhaeth) Thick thread is Kohath's happy place, and here the brown shines,
folding his wings and slipping between the thickly falling strands with
impossibly narrow leeway, belching a swath of flame through the middle of it
and bursting through the black dust in its wake. And then /between/, as
another wave curtains toward him, at too awkward an angle for any acrobatics
to duck. He reappears moments later, turning his head to snap up another
piece of tossed rock, and sweeps after the offending leftovers.

(Nhaeth) Pezuith smoothly follows the directions given by Jaspyth and preceded
by Qwinth, progress uninterrupted as he swings his great head to the side,
maw open for more chunks of firestone. J'nar obligingly tosses a few pieces
into the bronze's mouth, and he quickly chews the rock, turning just in time
to catch a section of the clump aimed at the Weyrling wing with the fresh
flame.

(Nhaeth) Iyrith follows the commands of the Weyrling Winleader and his rider
and moves into the center area. With a yell from his lifemate, he takes a
tight left to avoid a nasty knot of Thread coming towards him, and then
reaches down with his long neck, belching flames at the decending clump,
catching it. The ashes disperse in the wind.

(Nhaeth) Despite the eagerness of the weyrling wingleader, Thread simply can't
wait for him to get into position, and a massive clump heads straight for him
- almost as though it had some malevolent intent.

(Nhaeth) Qwinth flames again, another clump of silvery thread finding its end
in fiery death. Unseeing is the large clump from above, a few others gaining
and holding the bronze's attention as he flames again. Wings beat to hold him
into position, his tail lashing out behind him in his fighting anger. Z'eir
reaches into the bag to gather a couple more pieces to feed the bronze when
needed, hanging on to his straps as the bronze rides the wind.

(Nhaeth) Jaspyth telepathically projects <<Cliffcleaver, take position on
Windscorcher's right wing, CactusSquatter the left. We are going to char
that hold sized clump coming in now. Get in, Flame, then go Between almost
immediately to clear path for those behind you. All others, be ready for
remainders. QWINTH! Watch yourself!>>

(Nhaeth) Nhaeth pays stricter attention to unexpected clumps after the close
encounter. D'ney's chidings help, barely heard in actuality over the winds of
Threadfall. He ducks a particularly nasty patch, flames through another, then
surges past a third, adroitly winking back into formation once he has the
chance.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Noa works the group into a loose half circle
around the landing spot. "We'll take this one together. Aim yer' nozzle....
Ready?" The tip of the strand touches down and begins to writhe into the
earth. "Fire!" The Weyrfarmer grits her teeth and pulls the trigger. A tounge
of flame leaps towards the silvery invader.

(Nhaeth) Astride Ilnalamaleth, May pauses after she turns that very first
clump into ash, did she get it all? Is she gonna have to between? The newset
goldrider seems to cring for a moment intill she realizes that she did it,
she got it all! Looking around for one last check she raises ehr nozzel into
the air and hoots! Cheering for Ily and rubbign the golds neck, "Alright!"
their confidence bolstered they move back into position, ginning to the other
golds with much pride. Its short lived though, for just as they steady into
the wing and grey tendril, lone yet fiercely wiggling, passes a hair's breath
away from the golds neck, startling both rider and dragon, Ily snapping away
from the tendril in a narrow escape!

(Nhaeth) From the majestic neck of Iyrith, Lexi 's emerald green eyes scan the
area. She makes sure her 'lings are all accounted for and flaming well, when
out of the corner of her eye, she spots a massive clump headed straight for
Z'eir. Alarmed and with a yell to her lifemate, the brown musters all his
stamina and lunges forward at the unseen clump, flaming it right out of the
sky.

(Nhaeth) [-] Peyth projects delicately >>Do not use too much force, only that
which is necessary to flame, if you use too much then you exhaust yourself or
waste the flame<< The admonishment is gentle, his own fear still a tendril
curling around, charring the rich spice smell with one of fire and dust.

(Nhaeth) And while the weyrlingmaster is playing cavalry and rescuing Z'eir,
the other clump, the one that was lurking evilly somewhere above, decides it
is time to make an appearance, and, without further ado, drops on an awkward
plane straight towards Iyrith and Lexi!

(Nhaeth) Sayurith goes ::between::

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Molly looks from Noa, Saille and the strand of
Thread and swallows. She takes in a deep breath and nods to the woman... In
a nervous tone, she speaks, "Okay, ready." She takes note of the Thread,
aims her nozzle, closes her eyes and pulls the trigger, "Eep!" It jolts her
back a step.

(Nhaeth) From Sky High Above Center Bowl, Sayurith has arrived.

(Nhaeth) Lorizath flames another clump that passes by. So far, she's been
lucky... Then, hearing and seeing the danger, Lorizath watches as the clump
heads straight for Qwinth. She roars loudly, but when she sees Iyrith flame
it out of the sky, she rumbles with relief, but doesn't notice a stray
strand, and it sears J'et right cheek. J'et yells and gives Lorizath the
signal to quickly hop between.

(Nhaeth) Sayurith has arrived.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Saille use's all his strength to work the
thrower, doing as Noa does but he strans and grunts. but he keeps a clear eye
out.

(Nhaeth) Qwinth darts downward as the brown skims over him and his lifemate,
his surprised bugle raised as a curl of flame flickers around his muzzle.
Glancing upwards, Z'eir yells as he spies the evil thread heading for Lexi
and her lifemate, "Lexi!!! " Qwinth echos his rider, his own words passed to
the brown. "Iyrith! Above!"

(Nhaeth) Peyth sees: Nhaeth sends his understanding along, packaged in a taut
parcel of contrition. << I will remember. >> He cuts off the latter -- to
dive and flame. Just enough fire, this time, to burn the Thread to a crisp
and no more.

(Nhaeth) Nestled amid Pezuith's too-large wings, J'nar watches Lexi fly
forward, past the weyrling pair, and watches her path with widened eyes,
glancing up to see the thread heading for Zash -- and, fearful for the two,
he yells himself, echoed by his dragon's bellow, "Lexi, heads up!" Better
too many warnings than not enough, right? Pezuith, meanwhile, continues to
flame stray threads in their own path.

(Nhaeth) From the majestic neck of Iyrith, Lexi is so absorbed in getting the
clump headed for the bronzeling that she fails to be alert to what is
happening around her, and Z'eir's warning comes too late. The unseen clump
connects with her left leg and Iyrith's neck. The pain is immediate and
intense as she lets out a blood-curlding scream at the same moment as her
brown cries in shrill agony. The silver tendrils all but cammouflage her
whole left leg, from hip to ankle. Gritting her teeth, she gives Iyrith the
command to between.

(Nhaeth) Jaspyth checks both additional Wings, then soars at the huge clump of
descending Thread. With a gout of flame, he chars the first of the Scourge
then pops between to make space for those behind him.

(Nhaeth) Jaspyth goes ::between::

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Noa cranes her neck towards the smoking patch
on the ground. Not a sheen of silver in sight. "It's dust, good shootin...
pardners." The woman grins. "Reset yer' throwers, spread out and cover
ground. Holler if there's trouble!" And just like that, Molly and Sal are on
their own. Noa trots off towards a tree that's began to shrivel- The sign of
a burrow.

(Nhaeth) Peyth dozes off...
(Nhaeth) Peyth wakes up from his nap.

(Nhaeth) From Sky Above Southwest Bowl, Jaspyth pops in from ::between::
(Nhaeth) Jaspyth has arrived.

(Nhaeth) Nhaeth swings into a half-turn, heeding the instructions in motion
and flame. A insistent clump calls for an awkward twist on his part, which
the brown takes in stride. He rips it apart in a stream of clear flame, then
vanishes to avoid collision, reappearing nearby a heartbeat later.

(Nhaeth) Belluth uses his wings for what they where made for as he twist
gracefully away from a clump of thread, twisting his head to flame clump upon
passing. Tail lash around like a rudder behind him, as he flames yet another
one of the deadly targets. Wings are given several powerful beats before he
moves with the rest of wing. Arah spots the other clump heading towards
Iyrith and Lexi but is to late to call out as she watches the silvery clump
hit both dragon and rider in terror, but before she has the chance to even
gather her thought back, Belluth is craning his neck for more firestone,
which she gives him promptly.

(Nhaeth) Peyth goes ::between::

(Nhaeth) Astride Sayurith, Siobhan's head quickly turns at the screams from
above, but her focus is on the task at hand and getting through it.
"Sayurith, who was that?" she calls to her dragon, out loud since she is
distracted by the sound. "Does she need help getting down?" She cranes her
neck scanning for the return of the brown and his rider from /between/.

(Nhaeth) Peyth pops in from ::between::

(Nhaeth) Between the sooty neckridges of Qwinth, Z'eir watches as the thread
hits the Weyrlingmaster, then hears her piercing scream before the two jump
::between::. His first thought is to make sure the brown and rider are ok,
but is reminded as another clump makes it's way towards him and his lifemate,
a fierce burst of flame searing it from the sky before the two blink between
to narrowly avoid another, though a bit scores the bronze's tail just before
he disappears.

(Nhaeth) There's a tell-tale flicker of overwhelming darkness, but you sense
that Nhaeth is ready to go ::between::.

(Nhaeth) Steeling himself, You go ::between::!

(Nhaeth) You materialise, wings beating away the last shreds of ::between::

(Nhaeth) Qwinth's dark form disappears into the shadows of ::between::

(Nhaeth) From the darkness of ::between:: a shadowed form appears - that of
Qwinth.

(Nhaeth) Astride Ilnalamaleth, May seems shaken by the near hit, her lifemate
so close to harm, and herself. She doesn't have time to dwell on it though,
for the cries of her fellows attract her attention, shock gripping her heart
as J'et skips into between with a cry of pain and Z'ier is nearly overtaken,
then Lexi too is in danger, all with in a few seconds! Ilnalamaleth pulls her
back to her own tasks and she lifts the thrower just as Ily dives to the
side, searing the grey to black once more. She is shaken, yet her rage at
this evil grey fall is pushed, how dare it harm those that she cares for!

(Nhaeth) Astride Peyth, Nest returns from between, her brow shaded with
moisture as one clump came a bit too close for her liking. Even Peyth's
normal dark brown seems lighter than usual and she scans around to see that
the rest of the wing is alright and she glances below to see that others have
not been as lucky as she and she winces but she and Peyth continue flaming.
She nods at D'ney, giving her a thumbs up in recognition of her work and then
the pattern continues though the thread seems a bit lighter now.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, As dragons blink in and out of between's
chill, a clump slides between them and tumbles towards the groundcrew. It's
hit by the breeze and split into two strands each travelling a diffrent
direction. Noa's back is to it all, she's busy turning a tree and burrow to
ash.

(Nhaeth) Lorizath returns from between instantly and crans her neck for more
firestone, which J'et obediently complies by giving her some more to chew.
After the swallow, Lorizath lets out a shrill yell as Iyrith and Lexi are hit
by a clump of Thread. NO! Not the Weyrlingmaster-pair! However, she doesn't
want to make the same mistake with Thread, and burns another clump. Lori
quickly enquires what touched J'et. J'et yells, "It only got my cheek. C'mon!
Look! There's another clump!" Lorizath bugles loudly and beats her wings
towards the clump and sears it too. Now she's REALLY angry at the Thread!
Burn!

(Nhaeth) Iyrith pops back in from between on the same shril cry of agony as he
popped out in. The left side of his neck, where Lexi is sitting, is a mass
of ichor and some frozen remnants of Thread. Lexi is not in good shape
though, she's slumped on Iyrith's back, howling in pain as she clutches at
her mangled leg. Iyrith looks lost for a moment, trying to turn his head to
take care of his lifemate.

(Nhaeth) The last of the Fall begins to make itself known, but not in a usual
way....the remaining strands begin to coil into 5 or 6 huge strands, dozens
of dragonlengths long. Quite a finale!

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Molly waves her hand to Saille, "Sure!" Her
eyes scan as she spies a couple strands that got away from the dragons. "Over
there! And there!" She points, aiming her nozzle and pulling the trigger to
burn one of the strands. A smirk appears on her lips as she catches her
breath and looks to see if Saille has seen the other one.

(Nhaeth) Pezuith surges forward, flaming strongly, making up for the gaps left
by Qwinth and Iyrith both going ::between::. Encountering a brief respite,
the bronze swivels his head for yet more of the firestone, now diminishing in
the sacks across his shoulders, turning forward again to continue the defense
of the onslaught. Both are somewhat more effected by their clutchsibs'
betweening and injuries, however slight; not the least of which is the
Weyrlingmaster. Seeing dragonlengths' worth of threads, the bronze with the
large wings prepares for a long flame, sucking air, second stomach readied.

(Nhaeth) Nhaeth carries on with the relentless flaming, not allowing exhaustion
to come across. Shorn away from fear, he returns from between with barely
greyer hide, and leans into flight to char strands directly ahead of him.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Saille see's it and points, shoots
and.....scores!! the thread is dust!! he grins and keeps his eyes opens for
more.

(Nhaeth) Belluth belches out a large flame at the huge clump of descending
Thread. Then he the brown blinks into the coolness of between just barely
avoiding a large cloud of hot ash. Arah clinging tightly to the her riding
strap, ducking out of the way of the ash cloud as well.

(Nhaeth) Jaspyth telepathically projects <<All Wings, form up behind your
leaders. We deal with this last bit in Line Formation. Leaders, choose a
streamer of Thread, and fly it's length, flaming it as you go.>>

(Nhaeth) Lorizath eyes the Thread now. So it wants to play tough?! She
immediately requests for a considerable amount of firestone. J'et shakes his
head, for too much isn't a good idea, but she doesn't care. She really does
hate this foe! J'et complies once again, giving the amount of stone demanded.
Then, she breathes in, preparing for a flame larger than the one she produced
at the beach. If this one doesn't sear a generous amoutn of Thread, then
nothing will! Well, to her at least. She's ready to get them.

(Nhaeth) Astride Sayurith, Siobhan pumps her arm in the signal to May to fall
in behind her, and the geisha gold veers sharply to her right, ending up
right behind Spectreth's wake.

(Nhaeth) Astride Peyth, Nest signals to the wings, after the directions passed
to her by Peyth "Line up" she calls though her voice is barely heard in the
wind and Peyth sends the image along the line as they fall in and she points
to a streamer to indicate where they are headed.

(Nhaeth) From Sky Above Weyr Lake, Letiath has arrived.
(Nhaeth) Letiath has arrived.
(Nhaeth) Letiath flies toward Center Bowl Area.

(Nhaeth) Kohath breaks formation with a quick notice to his Wingleader, and
arrows downward, searing a stray fringe that hangs in the air over Iyrith. <<
Down! >> he issues a sharp mental imperative, not-a-lead-dragon or not. <<
Down, the Healers are there. I cover you. >> To accentuate his point, he
puffs out anther burst of sulfuric flame.

(Nhaeth) Nestled amid Pezuith's too-large wings, J'nar ducks his face as a
cloud of charred thread, reduced to ash, smacks him across the cheeks.
Wiping the burning stuff from his face with a sleeve, he nods simultaneously
to the order relayed from Jaspyth by his lifemate, and the two angle to
position, as first Wingsecond, directly behind Zash. Pezuith remains
imminently ready for that last, not-sneezable strand of Thread.

(Nhaeth) From the majestic neck of Iyrith, Lexi hisses at her lifemate in a
pained voice, "Take me down Iyrith! NOW!" The last word is drawn out in
another long howl of pain. The brown seems torn, but as Kohath comes down to
assure that they will safely make it to the ground, he arrows his wings and
descends quickly to those waiting below. With a little hop and a skip,
attempting to break his momentum, he lands.

(Nhaeth) Iyrith flies toward Center Bowl Area.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Noa peers through the falling ash, like black
snow. Iyrith's scream is loud enough to echo down to the crew. "Shards...."
Noa murmurs, brows knotting. She jogs back to the younger pair, unaware of
their sucsesses. "It's hittin' hard, folks. Blast it to crackdust, and watch
your heads! A dragon is down."

(Nhaeth) Ilnalamaleth hears the call from the falls leader and then complies
with Saab's signal, pulling in and behind the giesha. May is rather worried
for Lexi, compelled to do /something/. But she is not a healer, so instead
she asks Ily to help Iyrith with the pain, it may distract the dragon, but
May makes up for it by ficusing compleately on the remaing clump that they
anr flying for, "Just fly straight love...."

(Nhaeth) Nhaeth sees, more than hears, and lines up as Peyth does, not
neglecting his alert vigil upon Thread's fall. A blue behind him, the brown
flames courageously, dredging up the fullness of his youthful strength to
char lightly at a single wind-blown strand or two. As the last Falls ahead,
he angles, arrows in.

(Nhaeth) Qwinth bugles again as the brown and rider appears once more, wings
beating to move into formation to follow a line of thread as directed. The
signal is given for his wing to hold their formation, yet move to fight the
thread that dares to mess with their Weyrlingmaster.

(Nhaeth) Belluth blinks back out of between and cranes his neck for more
firestone. Arah gives him several more lumps and then quickly glances around
taking in everything quickly, before signallying the still chewing Belluth to
take his position directly behind J'et with the rest of the browns, ready to
take on the last strand of the silvery-thread.

(Nhaeth) Lorizath, now more determined than ever to do this right, fixates her
position directly where she is supposed to be, as the second WingSecond. She
still holds that huge burst of flame in her, waiting for the right moment to
release it and finally rid the last bit of Thread.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Molly grunts as she watches the dragon,
"No..." Her eyes are even more alert and she looks to Noa, "Sure thing,
we're on it!" She waits for anymore to get past the wings.

(Nhaeth) Peyth swings into line and Nest glances back as she watches browns,
greens, bronzes and blues line up and she nods and then turns back to watch
where Peyth is going and the last flame is breathed out, meeting the streamer
and she sighs with relief, her sack empty, glad she is a dragonback, doubtful
if her legs will support her and pleased that Peyth lasted the distance and
the streamer met and gone she signals for the wing to land, to be looked over
for injuries and for cleaning and oiling and soothing of the dragons for a
job well done.

(Nhaeth) Astride Sayurith, Siobhan stretches her shoulders and arms as the
Threadfall begins to dwindle, only now feeling the fatigue that comes of
following Thread to its' end. "Almost done, on your guard Sayurith," she
calls to her dragon, sneaking a peek towards the weyrling behind her to see
how May and the saffron gold are doing. Shifting her weight, she brings her
wand to bear on the clumps even yet coming down, ever-vigilant.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Noa blasts a gout into the air, a flare for
the arriving dragonhealers. With the darkened sky and thick of ash, it's as
dangerous on the aloft as it is on the ground. She spins towards Iyrith and
Lexi. "Healers, they're coming. Shards. Get here, healers!" The woman is
almost afraid to look at the injuries. The most she can do is keep the area
clear of thread, and offer angry explicitives. Finally, a trio of healers
arrive, two for the dragon, one for the rider.

(Nhaeth) Kohath follows Iyrith down, rider's eyes sharp for errant Threads,
catching himself on a downsweep of his wings as the injured brown lands. He
casts eyes upward with an urgent keen at the great long lines remaining in
the sky, but K'den shakes his head and urges him to the ground. "The Wings
will catch those, we're too far down to catch up." With a rumble of
complaint, Kohath drops to an abrupt bouncy landing.

(Nhaeth) Kohath flits dextrously toward Center Bowl Area.

(Nhaeth) Then, with an angry hiss, the Thread simply stops falling out of the
sky. There are little strands here and there, but nothing huge. All the
ferocity and mindless rage of the spores, now spent and blowing away on the
wind, as crackdust.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Saille looks in horraor as his beloved cousin
goes down "Lexi!!" he almost screams and runns to wear she is...but then
remebers what his doing...torn to shreds...heart brakeing....tears fall down
his face and he turns to the thread inraged. Blasting in with a new light in
his eyes.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, From the majestic neck of Iyrith, Lexi
attempts to catch her breath as she feels Iyrith catch the ground and a
semi-sigh of relief escapes her lips before another hiss of pain overcomes
it. Bent over the neck of the brown, she tries to undo the straps holding
her in place, but the pain is just too excrutiating. Her hands try and work
the buckles, but they just don't want to give, and she sits there, cursing
under her breath. "By the shell of Faranth's first egg, someone help me get
these sharding straps off." She yells with the last bit of her strength, for
immediately after the words come out of her mouth, she passes out which
causes Iyrith to keen ear-piercingly with worry.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Watch you head indeed. A small flurry of
thread has split and scattered, wrapping about vegatation. It worms into the
earth, the tails flashing like flags for the crew.

(Nhaeth) Qwinth stays in the air as long as there is thread to fight, his
flames bursting forth to sear it from the skies before it can fall to the
ground to burrow. Z'eir is torn between wanting to go to ground and find out
what's happened with Lexi, and his job as wingleader. For now, he does his
job - and as soon as he can, he'll go in search in the infirmary for Lexi and
her lifemate.

(Nhaeth) The streamer passes, Nhaeth flaming on one side to remove the last
remnants of Thread from his Wing's view. Then there is nothing; D'ney breaks
into a sudden breath of relief while her lifemate freezes mid-turn, all three
eyelids stretched to their utmost in surprise. Yes, even after all their
turns. It's only when the signal is given to land that they do so,
mechanically, gently winging back to Pern's surface.

(Nhaeth) From Center Bowl Area, Astride Kohath's tarnished brown neck, K'den
tugs his goggles off with a quick jerk of his arm, settling the
char-blackened lenses up on his helmet. "Good job, Ko," he praises his
lifemate hurriedly, but the small brown's attention has already wandered from
defeated Thread back to the injured, and he extends his nose toward Iyrith
with a concerned rumble. In fact he moves his neck just as K'den is
dismounting, causing him to just barely miss landing on his rump. "Hey, watch
it!"

[Nhaeth lands.]

(Nhaeth) From Sky Above Center Bowl, Lorizath finishes with her LARGE flame,
she watches the end of Threadfall. She roars loadly in joy as the menace is
once again destroyed for the time being. J'et touches the scar on his cheek
briefly, then says, "Great job Lori." Well, first flight, and she didn't even
get a single sear! But her rider did. Lori croons, but J'et says, "It's
nothing a little numbweed can't fix! Don't worry! Now pay attention to the
formation." Of course, this is all with love. He's very proud of Lorizath.

(Nhaeth) Noa shrugs out of the tank's straps, and snatches her pruning knife
from her belt. In a wild flash the thinnest of straps are slit. Gasping, Noa
saws through the thicker, a hand up to support Lexi should she fall. She
whips her gaze back to Molly and Sal, and shouts: "Get those burrows, by the
rim there!"

(Nhaeth) From Sky Above Center Bowl, Astride Jaspyth, T'paz looks about
himself, and confirms, with Dragonsight assisting, that the Fall has ended.
He sends the command and siglans for the Wings to descend. He flies a quick
sweep as they descend.

(Nhaeth) Molly runs after the Thread which has just began to burrow into the
earth. She narrows her eyes and pulls the trigger of her 'thrower. She
scorches only part of the group of strands and gasps. She can't get the
others as her flames go out. "No!..."

(Nhaeth) Letiath flickers her darken wingsails as she comes over the Rim of
the Weyr's Bowl. The green emits a loud rumble to the watchwher of her
arrival back to the Weyr proper after battling Thread at a local hold. Her
rider seems to be already cleaned up as they settle on the Bowl. Faelte
slides off her lifemate as she goes to assist the Healers in any way that she
possibly can. Every hand is needed in some way or another during and after
Fall.
(Nhaeth) Faelte dismounts from Letiath.

(Nhaeth) Peyth has arrived.

(Nhaeth) Jaspyth has arrived.

(Nhaeth) From Sky Above Center Bowl, Pezuith follows Qwinth to the end,
searing the last of the Threads coming his way with as much Flame as
possible, without endangering wingmates. Finding, at last, no more THread to
flame, the bronze looks around, almost as if confused, eyes still red, but
whirling much slower now that the Menace is gone. Scorched.

(Nhaeth) Iyrith is not helping as he is swishing back and forth trying to get
a good look at his rider, and in the meantime pulling at his neck injuries
causing him to creel in the hig-pitched tone he is so well known for. Lexi
lays limply on the brown's back until teh straps are sawns through and she
slumps into Noa's grasp.

(Nhaeth) From Sky Above Center Bowl, Astride Ilnalamaleth, May uses her
thrower to catch a few lingering tendrils, instructing Ily on where to move
so that she can get to them. Then it is over, she doesn't see any more grey
to flame. Looking around first, she then looks to the ground, trying to pick
out the form of her fallen Weyrlingmaster. But she is too far off, so May
turns to look at Saab, when are they done? Her grey gaze filter sup to the
command from T'paz, but does that count for the gold wing as well? Looking
back to Saab she waites for her lead.

(Nhaeth) From Sky Above Center Bowl, Astride Sayurith, Siobhan pumps her arm
wearily in the signal to descend, instructing Sayurith to land near to the
distressed dragons in the bowl so that they can help with the wounded.
"That's the way, love," she murmurs, slowly checking to see if May and
Ilnalamaleth have survived the assault.

(Nhaeth) Sayurith has arrived.

(Nhaeth) Saille inraged and runs up and blasts the thread he was sent after
with a anger so intece you think the its was a crazy demon shooting, he
growls in pure frurry and screams, tears in his eyes.

(Nhaeth) Qwinth has arrived.

(Nhaeth) Pezuith has arrived.

(Nhaeth) Lorizath has arrived.

(Nhaeth) From Sky Above Center Bowl, Belluth lets out a loud beast of a cry as
the streamer passes, Belluth lets out with one large flame, searing any
remaining clumps withing reach. "That's the way Belluth." Arah cheers happily
towards her unscored brown. Arah looks around proudly both dragon and rider
managing to exscape frist fall untouched. They met, they scored, they
defeated.

(Nhaeth) Molly sighs as the last of the Thread has been destroyed. She
quickly sheds the 'thrower from her back and runs up to Noa, and looks at the
injured rider, "Need help?" She looks nervous.

(Nhaeth) From Sky Above Center Bowl, Astride Ilnalamaleth, May sighs a little
as the command is given and urges Ily quickly to the ground.

(Nhaeth) From Sky Above Center Bowl, Ilnalamaleth moves with refined regality,
elegantly elongated wings bearing her with an overwhelming calmness and grace
without, the majesty of her poetic force a subtle litany of life's aria,
toward Sky Above Northeast Bowl.

(Nhaeth) From Sky Above Center Bowl, Ilnalamaleth has arrived.

(Nhaeth) Qwinth follows the wings down, landing quickly to the side. Z'eir
undoes his buckles, and slides down the bronze's side in a hurry. Knowing his
job, he waits for the rest of his wing to land, then looks over the others,
motioning for J'et to head towards the healers as the score along the
greenrider's cheek is noted.

(Nhaeth) Jaspyth telepathically projects <<Iyrith, stop thrashing about. The
Healers can't help you or your rider if you are not still. They WILL be able
to help. Calm down>> his tone is deep and comforting, like the sun on a cold
day, warming and gentle.

(Nhaeth) K'den slips lightly down the chocolate curve of Kohath's shoulder to
the ground.

(Nhaeth) Siobhan slips gingerly from sunset tipped 'ridges to proffered golden
paw as she dismounts from Sayurith.

(Nhaeth) Ilnalamaleth has arrived.

(Nhaeth) Belluth has arrived.

(Nhaeth) T'paz dismounts from Jaspyth.

(Nhaeth) May slips from her seat atop Ilnalamaleth's perfect ridges, sliding
down the antiqued glimmer of hide to an elegantly lanky forlimb which then
lowers her to the ground.

(Nhaeth) J'et climbs from Lorizath's neck to Lorizath's emerald foreleg, where
J'et is gently lowered to the ground.

(Nhaeth) With an offer of a shadowed foreleg, Z'eir skims down from Qwinth's
neck to the ground below.

(Nhaeth) Nest dismounts from Peyth.

(Nhaeth) Sayurith sidles up to the wounded Iyrith, crooning soothingly as she
fixes her whirling eyes on those of the brown dragon, sending support even as
she hears Jaspyth's telepathic projection.

(Nhaeth) Nhaeth lands heavily, wings a-droop. The facade of bewilderment
lingers on him, colouring the flashing eyes amber until D'ney dismounts and
starts grumbling at the large brown while looking over the various
singe-marks they have accumulated. Wounds of war, those are. He consents to
tilt his head at the sky eventually, and D'ney manages to spare a wave for
Nest and Peyth, a smile tugging at chapped lips.

D'ney dismounts from Nhaeth.

(Nhaeth) Pezuith telepathically projects a sense of high accomplishment, pride
for a job well done, a dragonpair unscored, the Menace defeated. Riding the
edge of this wave, however, is concern for the Weyrlingmaster pair, and
encouragement and admiration humbly expressed for Iyrith, in an effort to
calm the distressed brown.

Noa stumbles backwards under Lexi's weight, dropping to her knees. There's
plenty of hands there, though- Laying out a stretcher, lifting the
Weyrlingmaster upon it. Dragonhealers have swarmed around the thrashing
brown, and are doing their best to apply numbweed. "Can someone calm er'?"
One shouts. "Mully, fetch some numbweed- Please!" Noa answers.

J'nar leaps gracefully from Pezuith's broad shoulders, stepping on a helpful
bronze forelimb and landing on the ground in a graceful half-running step.

Saille drops the tank and runns over a fast as his tired feet and take him
"Lexi!!" ha almost screams as he runs past Molly. he looks up at his fallen
cousin "no..." he whispers and yells moveing closer "Is she okey?" Saille is
truning frantic

Kohath waddles over to Iyrith, crooning comforting nothings in an effort to
bolster Jaspyth's mindwords.

Kori has fallen off Pern, attentionally speaking.

Nest has shaky legs as she walks around Peyth, examining him obsessivly for
any marks or singing or even thread, though likely she would have known about
the thread. She glances at the rest of the wing but all seem fine, she
glances in Lexi's direction and frowns sympathetically and then back to
Peyth, catching D'ney's wave "Alright then?" she calls out to her, the
question to all the wing, ready for their report.

Faelte is not that good with crowds as both dragons and their riders pack
into the Central Bowl. "What am I supposed to do Letiath?" she asks her
lifemate. "Do I look like I know? I am just as confused as you. No, I'm not
that tired, yet. Thanks for asking." The greenrider finally takes a deep
breath as she calls out. "Any minor injuries residents and other riders
standing around can help. More serious injuries, head to the infirmary or
seek out a healer!" she calls out. The least help that she can give, at least.

Belluth tilts his wings gliding with the others towards the ground, landing
quietly off to one side. Arah quickly unbuckles her straps, sling a leg over
the brown's side and sliding down. She pulls off her helmet and gloves
tossing both to the ground beside her, and looks around before checking to
make sure Belluth is fine, then scanning the area to check on the other
weyrlings.

Arah swings down from Belluth's neck and out from between earthen colored
neckridges with the help of a massive foreleg.

Iyrith croons worriedly but stops thrashing about so much. His tail still
twitches and his neck is craned to watch what is going on. Lexi finally
slips off of Iyrith's neck into the grasp of Noa on firm ground once more.
She is mostly unconsious, but seems to be whispering and groaning somehting.

Lexi hops off Iyrith with all the grace of a feline.

J'et dismounts Lorizath, who croons once again in concern. J'et shakes his
head and waves his hand impatiently, "It's OK! It's just a simple scar!"
Yeah, a simple scar that stings. Crimson slowly leaving her eyes soon whirl a
little slower, yet she is still concerned for her rider. J'et says, "You did
great love! Absolutely great! You're made for fighting Thread!" Lori snorts.
Was there ever any doubt? J'et walks away, ready to help anywhere he can.
Others got hurt more than he did.

Qwinth flicks his tail, already complaining about the score that messes up
it's perfectness. *yes that's a word* Z'eir is seen to hurry back to his
lifemate, apologizing for forgetting to look him over as he calls for a
healer to look over the minor score.

Siobhan strides purposefully toward Southeast Bowl.

Molly nods and heads off to get the numbweed. She returns with a large basket
and arrives next to Noa, "Here..." She gasps as she eyes the wounds on both
rider and dragon. Empathy overwhelms her as a tear falls down her face.
"What pain they must be in," is directed toward no one in particular...
"Noa, what do I do with this?"

"Nothing we can't take care of," D'ney yells back encouragingly, tugging off
gloves caked with dust. A scrabble within her jacket resumes, retrieving a
jar which she begins to unscrew. The Duneraiders in Nhaeth's vicinity have
equally sanguine reports to make, some of them snapping jaunty salutes in
Nest's direction.

T'paz moves over to the crowd around Lexi, and moves to a position to examine
her injuries. "Shells and Shards." he says, quietly to himself, then he
backs away. He knows the Healers are up to the task, having seen less
healthy people put back into working order by less experienced healers that
those present. Jaspyth move close enough to lend moral and physical support
to Iyrith, as needed.

Molly, being a child and all, (using up all that energy) quietly falls asleep.

Saille makes his way to his cousins side, tears pouring down his face. "lexi?"
he whispers like a lost child...for thats what he is...a boy.

Nest nods at D'ney and at the other riders and then glances the other way to
watch the rest of the wing start taking care of their dragon's needs, calling
out their condition to her and she smiles, pleased that Duneraider met thread
with such strength and skill. Gloves are tugged off and set aside and helmet
is removed and put in jacket pocket. Hair is wiped off brow and her legs
regain strength as she finishes examining Peyth's wing for signs of strain.

Arah quite sure now that Belluth and herself are perfectly okay she moves
towards the fallen brown, "Do you guys need an extra pair of hands?" She ask
quickly having been the 'extra pair of hands' alot while she was growing up
at Telgar. Arah slids out of her riding jacket and rolls up her sleeves
starting to get warm in the gear.

J'nar stumbles slightly as he finds his feet back on the ground, legs still
attuned to being on dragon, not still land. He catches himself on a bronze
foreleg, helpfully offered, before he mentally berates himself. "Pez, you're
not scored, are you?" The bronze eyes his rider reproachfully, and Jen
gently slaps the foreleg he still leans on, though unnecessarily; "You tell
me if you get hurt, even one little bit; we can't have your hide compromised
if we go ::between::, and I won't let your pride get us into trouble." He
gives his lifemate another fond slap, then turns to look for Lexi, concerned
for the Weyrlingmaster now that his dragon is accounted for.

May hops off of Ily and both move to linger around the fallen brown and his
rider, "Is she ok?" some of the other Weyrlings seem suprised at May's
concern, its not like shes gotten along with the Weyrlingmaster, but others
whisper about the young lady finnaly stepping up to her position. The gold
half of the pair croons softly, still lending her support to the brown,
attempting to keep him calm. But... May /is/ May, and once she see's that
laxi si being cared for she turns to find Z'ier, leaving Ily to help with
Iyrith as she trots tword the bronzerider, "Zash! Was Quinth hit?!"

Nhaeth drops his gaze from the sky, finally content that Thread has indeed
come and gone. With D'ney scrambling to apply numbweed on his leg, the brown
attempts to pace the bowl, to inspect the injured. /There's/ a friend -- who
earns a croon -- and there's another. His hide shades lighter with worry and
tiredness, but the watchfulness remains.

Someone happens to just drop a bowl of numbweed into Faelte's hands as they
walk past. Well, great! There is a nice job for her to do. "Anyone need some
minor assistance?" she asks. She shrugs out of her riding jacket as she
tosses it over the patient Letiath's neckridges. She slides quietly over to
T'paz, her eyes wandering far and wide over the Bowl. "How did things go?"
she asks him.

J'et has disconnected.

The WeyrlingMaster's emerald eyes flicker open ever so slightly as some
numbweed is administered by a healer. She looks first to Saille and smile
weakly, "I'm fine. Don't worry." Eyes then try to focus on anyone else
around. Brows are furrowed ever so slightly as she calls out soflty,
questioningly, "Z'eir?"

Noa steps back, and out of the way. There's hands more capable than her own
for this kind of task. Even after running around, scorching burroes, it's
moments like this when she feels useless. "Just bring it to the healers. They
know what ta' do." She answers Molly, and passes the numbweed along. Sliding
over to the hysterical Sal, Noa places a gloved hand on his shoulder. "Shhh
now. You'll only worry the folks around if ya' fuss like that. Lexi's strong.
She's comin' along, look." The farmer inclines her square chin to the
Weyrlingmaster.

Z'eir looks to May as the goldrider approaches, by now the bronzer has shed
his cap and goggles, gloves still on his hands as he holds the bronze's tail
in his hands. "He's got a score here, looks clean though." It oozes ichor,
not too deep.

As a pack of healers load her onto a stretcher to bring her to the infirmary,
Lexi calls out once more, a little stronger, but still weak, "Z'eir?" She
grits her teeth at the bit of pain left in her mangled leg.

T'paz mounts Jaspyth.

Noa moves among the rest of the groundcrew, gathering tanks and spreading
congratulations. She scans the horizon, and even checks on a small plot of
tulips. All unschathed. The woman squints at the fading red star, and
strangely laugh escapes her lips. Moving past Z'eir, she brushes his
shoulder. "Lexi's callin' ya..."

J'nar, turned in Lexi's direction, hears her weak calls for fellow bronze
'ling. He glances towards the unattentive 'ling Wingleader, and walks slowly
towards him, noticing Qwinth's scoring and eyeing him sympathetically before
clearing his throat, "Um, Zash.. Lexi wants you," he gestures his head in
the WLM's direction.

Arah slips off into her own little world.

May frowns and snags a passing healer, an apprentice, but one who has
numbweed, "Hey, tend to Quinth." yes, shes May, hear her roar. The hesitates,
btu well, May is a goldrider, so the healer goes to the bronzes tail and
starts applying the numbweed. Its then that Lexi calls for the bronzerider,
and then that May's jealousy slips out, though only in a slight narrowing of
her eyes.

(Nhaeth) [-] Peyth croons softly, a congratulatory rumble >>You flew well and
flamed well. Be you well?<<

From Sky Above Center Bowl, Olexath has arrived.
Olexath has arrived.
Assisted by a massive, deep crystal blue forlimb, Halis slips down from the
icy expanse that is Olexath.

Arah slips back from her own little world.

(Nhaeth) Peyth sees: Nhaeth is well, no doubt -- he gives little thought to
himself at this juncture. << D'ney is well, but some of our Wing have been
'Scored. Do you think they will be all right? >>

Z'eir looks up, and as a healer steps up to help with Qwinth's tail, he nods
to Noa and the others, his worry finally making itself known as he apologizes
to May before leaving her side. Pushing through the crowd that surrounds the
brown and rider, he leans over the woman on the stretcher, his hand reaching
out to hers to give it a squeeze. "I'm fine, as is Qwinth. You let the healer
do their work." His words are meant to be comforting, though he does lean
down to give her forehead a gentle kiss before she's taken away.

Lexi smiles ever so weakly at Z'eir as he leans in to kiss her forehead. A
slight nod of her head is given as one hand reaches for his hand, grasping it
as strongly as she can. Voice is weak, but a tinge of pride is in it, "You
did good work Wingleader." And then, pulling him closely, she whispers
somehting for his ears only.

Sayurith's golden lids droop drowsily over curiously whirling eyes, while
vermilion touched tail curls gently 'round lithe and graceful form as the
queenling falls asleep.

You overhear Lexi whisper "... ... know ... I ... ..." to Z'eir.

Jaspyth flies toward Sky Above Center Bowl.

From Sky Above Center Bowl, Jaspyth flies toward Sky Above Southwest Bowl.

J'nar watches May order the healer towards the bronze tail, and gives a slight
grin for her prerogative. He takes his goggles off, then suppresses a grunt
of pain. Rubbing his cheeks, he rubs black ash off onto his fingers, and
squinches his nose, he discovers that little movement irritates his tender
cheeks as well. "Um, somebody? Can I have some numbweed too?" He glances
around for a healer of some sort, wiping tears from his eyes.

Nest glances from where she has been looking Peyth over and then goes to do
the inspection of the wing, stepping first here and there at a green and then
a blue and dismissing them to go get cleaned or to the healers and then to
D'ney "How be..." She laughs and shakes her head "You both flew well, a
little eager at times Peyth tells me but that doesn't hurt, unless..." she
nods at the pot "you not hurt are you?"

Scrambling quickly up Olexath's deep crystal blue forelimb, Halis soon settles
between iridescent ridges of pure midnight.
Olexath carefully tilts gunmetal carressed wings toward Sky Above Center Bowl.
From Sky Above Center Bowl, Olexath carefully tilts gunmetal carressed wings
toward Sky High Above Center Bowl.

Faelte has disconnected.

Arah walks towards J'nar a jar of numbweed, "Numbweed?" She asks tossing the
jar from one hand to the other. "Want me to do it?" She ask looking at the
bronzer's tender cheeks.

The healers step in and look at Z'eir, "We must get her to the infirmary, you
can go there to see her in a little while."

Saille watchs them take lexi...but hs is by this time in a bit of shock...he
turns and just starts to walk, not really knowing were he is going...he then
feels his knees shake and he falls on the ground and trys to gets up but he
can't. he whimpers and lens up on his arms..still triying.

(Nhaeth) [-] Peyth chrrs reassurment >>They are being seen to, Nest will not
let them hide, it hurts to be scored so they cannot be too badly amiss or we
would know it<< He pauses but the memory of his own scoring is almost
forgotten and the pain of it is not as apparent.

D'ney scratches at her head, leaving un-goggled hair on end, as she waddles
around the bowl in Nhaeth's lumbering wake. "Stop. Here," she's commanding
Nhaeth when Nest is seen, prompting an affable grunt. "We're fine, Nest. Are
you and Peyth okay?" Shaded by a pair of huge wings, the tiny wingrider turns
to glance at the questioner. A grin, hesitant. "He--you led well, Wingsecond."

J'nar looks gratefully towards brownriding clutchsib, and gives a short nod,
still wiping tears from his eyes, "Thanks Arah. Please do." He wiggles his
nose experimentally, cringing as the movement stings, taking a hissing breath.

May grits her teeth just a little as Zash rushes to lexi's side, she stays by
Qwinth abd watches him from afar, not seeing that he kisses her forhead
instead of something else. She glairs at the draong half of that pair, it
shis fault too you know, then seeks out her own lifemate in the clump of
dragons helping Iyrith. Her arms then cross and she glairs tword the bronze
rider, her foot slightly tapping.

Z'eir looks surprised as he straightens up, nodding to the healers as they
lead her away to the infirmary. A hand rakes through his hair as he turns,
his gaze going to the brown. "She'll be ok, Iyrith. You let the healers tend
to you now so she doesn't worry." Giving the brown a light scritch, he makes
his tone authoritive even knowing that the brown has more experience in
fighting thread than he does. Green eyes alight upon May, the goldrider's
toe-tapping stance registering as he gives the brown one last pat before
striding towards May. "What's wrong with you now?" Forgive him, he's not to
blame for lashing out.

Arah unscrews the lid on the jar and dips a couple of fingers in, "No problem
J'nar." She says giving a little grin at the nose wiggling, "Don't do that
ninny." She says reaching up to rub the numbweed over her bronzeriding
clutchsib's burnt cheeks.

Lexi walks toward NorthWest Bowl.

Noa loads the emptied tanks onto the cart, and wheels it into the caverns. The
woman is covered from the rain of ash sent by the riders from above. She so
dearly wants a bath. But it looks like drama is still unfolding in the bowl,
and her duty isn't done till every soul is safe inside. "Hey." Noa pauses
behind Saille. "Thread's done. You oughta' get inside, get some rest. We did
our job."

Nest smiles proudly back at Peyth "He did fly well but the leader is only as
good as their wing and I am proud, we met the thread well with only slight
accidents, no one badly injured and I am very proud of the wing." She grins
"But now you are tired and probably want bathing, so you two know you flew
well and I will see you later"

(Nhaeth) Peyth sees: Nhaeth laps a cool wave over you to wash the dust away,
even while fading memories still sting his contemplation. << They will be all
right? I hope so. And so will you. D'ney says so. But I am afraid-- >> He
stops the babble with a wisp of foam, an equivalent to a lad's blush. << I
hope everyone has numbweed. It helps. >>

Saille finally stands but falls backward with a whimper....the room
spinning..shards not an other faniting spell...he then feels the pain his his
belly and whimpers again and trys to move but as he does he gets very dizy
and flops back down again. he whispers to himself "not now..."

D'ney moves a hand over her pate to flatten hair. "Numbweed," she rolls her
eyes in an aside to the dragon overhead, then nods to Nest. "We flew well and
Thread has gone. I've been /telling/ him that. Yeah, see you later."

(Nhaeth) [-] Peyth enjoys the cool refreshing thoughts and sends his own
reassuring thoughts, warmth and comfort is in his tone >>There is no loss of
pride for being fearful, thread is dangerous and I still bear the scars and
one should be wary of it just do not allow the fear to rule you for then it
will have won<< He hopes his words help, or the strength of the rock behind
it, there as support if one needs it.

Pezuith looks over his rider with concern, eyes whirling slowly, knowing that
this injury is simply a trick of the trade. J'nar grins at Arah, stopping
the nose-wiggling and holding still for her. "Sorry." He concentrates on
holding still, but after a moment, he gives a snort, rolling his eyes towards
his lifemate, "Duck quicker, he says." Pezuith's eyes whirl knowingly, humor
in his posture as the bronze settles languidly to his haunches.

May just keeps on glairing for a moment, then stops her toe tapping and looks
the bronzer up and down, "Guess what I herd about you and out Weyrlingmaster
was true. I would have thought better of you, and her. Not to mention that
its breaking the rules." can she really be blamed for her lashings? Yea,
prolly.

Nest grins "well numbweed helps." She nods and dismissing the rest of the
wing, sending those in need of care where they should go and then returning
to her own dragon "I am proud of you Peyth." She glances at the healers and
Lexi and frowns in sympathy but her help is not needed here and she moves off
with her dragon.

Arah puts a good coating of numbweed on J'nar cheek, doing it quickly and
neatly with a gentle touch so to not make it stinky any more than it is.
"Don't say sorry to me, it doesn't affect me none..I just didn't think you
wanted to keep hurting yourself is all." She states before giggling, "Well
that would have helped." She remarks with a impish grin rubing what is left
of the numbweed on her pants. "Alright all done." She says with a warm smile
before screwwing the lid back on the jar and shoving it towards J'nar, "I
think you will want to keep track of this." She remarks with a smirk.

(Nhaeth) Peyth sees: Nhaeth flames in face of fear! -- But nay, that was
simply a vision, and he subsides into quiet, borrowing from your soothing
presence. << I feared Thread, yet I will not remember this for long. I know
it. >> He sends out little searching sighs of regret, blinking in the ether.
<< Are you going to get clean? >>

Saille cant move...everything is move around him...he feels sick and sore. the
lake of food, stress and shock thats their toll in his body. he amkes an
other whimper nosie and as small whispers in confusen "wh..whats happening."

Z'eir raises an eyebrow at May as he comes to a stop before her. He looks her
over with cool green eyes, seeming to take a deep breath as her scathing
remark rolls over him. "Why does that bother you, May? Perhaps I'm interested
in her, yes, but we've done nothing that would be considered breaking the
rules. " Bronzer is hard pressed not to snap back with something more to the
other weyrling, but he remembers his training - May /is/ a goldrider foremost.

(Nhaeth) [-] Peyth croons softly, glad to be a comforting presence >>You did
well facing your fear and it will soon be gone, a bath will be nice, removing
the dust of flight. I need to get clean<< He sends a vision of bathing in
the waters and then afterwards an oiling.

Nhaeth shuffles off, talons tightly sheathed and D'ney under his wing. To the
lake they go!

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