The following is a log of roleplay on Star Stones MOO, logged by D'ney.
All references to the world and characters of Pern™ based on Anne McCaffrey's fiction are copyright© 1967 by Anne McCaffrey, all rights reserved. The Dragonriders of Pern® is registered U.S. Patent and Trademark Office, by Anne McCaffrey and used here with permission.

SouthernComfort. Breakfast is now being served. Come down to Southern for
some grub...oopps food. Then....Hunting afterwards. So come on down Healers
are standing by!!!! No dragon? then mount #560 (Meekith the green dragon.)
Entered by Betha (#2285) at Fri May 31 20:51:53 2002 CDT
Your firelizard Satler is eligible to have a clutch of eggs!
Current server time is: Fri May 31 22:54:49 2002 CDT

(Fredo) All sort of pests flitter about, flies, VTols and what's that? It's a
crawlie scurrying up and around a tree. Off to the right gossomer webs
shimmer in the shafts of light that pierce the jungles growth. Would you
look at that? It seems that some poor sod has a spinner crawling on their
back. But who?

Southern Lake Beach
You see nothing special.
Resting on a nearby tree limb is Quiche and Cabernet.
You see Meekith, Healer Tent with Reno, Adrian, Mharikka, Olwyn, Romilly,
Summersett, and Noa occupying it, and Archery Target 1 here.
Eviess is here.
The following dragons are here: Nhaeth, Caedmith, and Lorizath
From here you can go:
Mangroves        Shallows

Eviess is busy, muttering and writing notes.. "leaf is citron green.. with
lemony yellow streaks." and writing about.. plants.. Yes, that's all she is
doing. Well, also hoping nothing 'creature-like' chooses to visit while the
resta re gone, anyway.

As the gathered vanish in to the jungle a boy's voice speaks up, something
about gold dragnons trapsing through the jungle. Then it goes quiet. The
only sound is surf upon the shore.

Mangroves
These large trees cluster near the water, in some cases actually growing in it
without support of dry land. Small fish and insects can often be seen at the
surface and around the massive roots, clustering in the shade and shelter.
Several of the shore-growing trees have small crawlspaces near them where
their roots have formed a hollow. The largest is just large enough to fit a
person in, while many of the smaller ones are just right for fire-lizards. If
you concentrate really hard, you can pick your way across the roots to a
soggy-looking bog nearby, or else head down to a nice little stretch of beach.
It is summer
A light breeze dances through the air, chasing the heat of Rukbat's rays away
from those outdoors. The air is dry and not a cloud marrs the brilliant
azure of the sky. It is a summer midday.
Perched somewhere up high, you see Fredo.
Kalaera, Atainar, and Betha are here.
The following dragons are here: Ilnalamaleth, Belluth, and Remorth
From here you can go:
Beach

Serenly coveted atop Ilnalamaleth's regally shadowed neckridges, May sighs
just a little and looks twords the north, pesky responcibilites nagging at
the pair and pulling them from their play. She glances to the hunting party
and then urges Ily to flight, having the gold explain to the other dragons
and letting them pass it on.

Atainar doesn't have no bugs on him, nope. He fell and knocked them all off.
So he once again resumes his stalking mannor. "Kala," he whispers, "You have
any luck finding the tracks again?" The boy looks around on the ground, but
he doesn't hunt by tracking; he hunts by luck. The boy grips his blade's
handle and looks around. "It's kinda quiet out here..."

Ilnalamaleth curls muscles of alluvial gold into readiness as she springs
aloft into the air. Time for the pair to head back to the weyr -- missing
the fun! -- to join the class they are late for.

Ilnalamaleth moves with an exotic elegance toward Southern Lake Beach.

Kalaera watches Ilnalamaleth and May take off suddenly, her eyes blinking at
their sudden departure. Chalking it up to rider-ish things, she turns and
gives Atainar a quick grin, pointing to a set of very defined, very /large/
pawprints. "Yep. There they are. And there're more fresh ones there," she
points. "This means...they're near, or were near." Unslinging her bow from
her shoulder, she selects an arrow and cocks it, ready. Just in case.
Turning back to the crew, she gives a hushed whisper, saying "They're near,
guys. Be alert."

Nhaeth slinks in from Southern Lake Beach.

Belluth springs upward taking to the air as soon as his rider settles herself.
Umber drizzled wing pump powerfully as he get himself to a reasonable height
he hovers both dragon and rider taking a good look around the area, for any
sight of the felines. "Well I don't see anything." Arah mumbles to Belluth as
the brown gives a little rumble, of assurance they will see something that
much he is sure of.

Atainar crouches down at the tracks and peers at them closely. "They sure
didn't try to be very inconspicuious, did they? These are a straight
shot..." Ata stands up from his crouched position and looks around,
excitedly gripping his dagger and licking his lips. "C'mon. Let's keep
moving. Quiet, now..." Ata turns his blade down and tucks it against his
forearm again. He looks up into the air to look at their sky-eyes for any
symbol.

D'ney would be crashing through the soggy ground in her usual reckless way
were this not a /hunt/, and a feline hunt at that. Quiet creatures require
silent predators on their backs -- she's moving alongside the group on soft
feet, careful lest a twig betray. Exaggerated caution, certainly. "Those
are tracks?" she hisses at the man at her shoulder, who appears to nod.

In the tree limbs above a snake slithers along a branch. Perhaps hunting for a
meal. *crunch* What was that? A flock of avian flitter off excitedly.

Kalaera nods at Ata, her fingers tracing the outline of the pawprint with her
predatory gaze. "No, they didn't...which means there's more than one."
Straightening, she gives D'ney a wave and nod, moving onwards into the brush.
She freezes at a soft hissing noise, glancing upwards warily. A sigh, an
eyeroll, and she lifts the point of the arrow forward, treading ever. So.
Carefully.

Nhaeth knows the chase, sees it, flies /over/ it. The dusky brown dragon
glides slightly behind the weyrfolk, wings slicing feather-soft through the
atmosphere. A veritable fair of firelizards plays point, bright shapes
glitter-bright in the gloaming. The airforce is at your service.

Atainar's blade whips out from it's tucked spot at the sound of the crunch and
the avian flock. "Wha--?" Atainar quietly stalks over to the brush, not
getting too close though, to examine the sound. He doesn't see anything, but
he gives the underbursh a once-over again. He backs away from the brush
slowly and looks over at Kala, then up at the airborne hunting units. Any
luck?

Belluth glides slowly over head of the group below as the move along through
the brush and undergrowth as he spot the flock of avian flitter off
excitedly, just seconds later the brownrider spot the flittering avian flock
and signals to those below, soon after that the beast of a brown is gliding
slowly closer to where the flock took off from.

Off the beaten path *Squeeeeal* *squeeeeeeeeee* *tromp tromp tromp*
*squeeeeeee*

Belluth examines the area below though neither dragon or rider can tell what
it is that seem to be crashing through the undergrowth. Gliding back the
brown lowers within voicing distance of the group, "There appears to be
something crashing through the undergrowth up ahead. I can't say what can't
see it." The brownrider says before motioning for Belluth to land quickly as
the brownrider dismounts. The beast of a brown is off in the air again the
moment his rider hits the ground.

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

Betha stops on her tracks amidst the others. Orbs looking around to see where
that might be coming from. She doesn't say a word but readies her bow.

D'ney creeps at one side of the trail. Her boots squelch noisily, she pauses
to shake one off with a scrunched-up face, and then it's back to the slow
pacing, bow in hand. The other palm rises to shade her face from Rukbat's
direct glare, and she stares. "A big animal?" There's a glance upwards too
-- Nhaeth's craning to see, but gives nothing but assent.

Kalaera continues to step carefully, one foot in front of the other until
--freeze. Nary moving a muscle, her eyes quickly scan the undergrowth,
looking for the source of the noise. Bow is cocked, ready, lifted, Kala's
muscles tensing as she holds up a hand. "Shhh..something. Not sure,
perhaps, D'ney."

Atainar flips his blade to "throwing" mode, gripping the tip of it between his
index and thumb. "Not extreamly big. It's not a feline. Wrong sounds. Too
loud." Ata crouches and watches the direction of the creature's approach.
"Subtle beast, ain't it?" he quietly jests to Kalaera. He draws his arm back
in preperation of throwing.

*tromp* Crunch *tromp* crunch. A wild porcine. Fire lights up it's eyes.
Something must have it spooked but the beast nearly runs a member of the
party over trying to get by...If you're lucky you might be able to get a shot
at it.

Arah gives a quick nod of her head as she moves in among the group. Her blue
eyes peering intently to the undergrowth ahead as she listens her hand
wrapping about the hilt of her large knife. Belluth's off to see again with
Nhaeth, still unable to see anything as before. As the wild porcine pops out
Arah moves out of the way no point in getting trampled especially considering
she couldn't get a shot at it if she tried.

D'ney sends a stray arrow after the porcine, which falls dreadfully off, but
there's no time to notch another. Nhaeth, who's heard of the fray, folds his
wings and plummets on a gust of helpful wind to investigate the source for
more of the same.

Atainar curses wildly as the wild pig thingy pops out of the underbrush and he
drops his dagger down and catchs it's hilt. The porcine runs close enough by
him to bite his knees off, but as it passes him he hops away and slices at
the hog with his dagger. He kills only air and says, "Kala, it's your's!"
The boy looks at the hulking piggy and growls quietly.

Even though the back of her mind wonders what spooked the creature, Kala
nevertheless lets loose an arrow towards the quick little thing. She manages
to nick its tail, but that's about it --this only causes it to squeal louder.
No worries, though. She's after bigger prey. Kala frowns, then turns
around, whispering "Something spooked it. Keep your eyes open, both here and
in the air." Her gaze rises to the dragons briefly before she decides to
continue onwards.

Betha squeaks and lets loose an arrow, *thwap* *thunk*, "Shard it!" The little
beast is missed. But she sure put an arrow right through that tree leaf. Ok,
so Kala is ahead. She at least bagged a wherry without breaking a sweat.

(Nhaeth) Belluth sees: Nhaeth sends tendrils of thought your way: a desire to
follow the porcine to its untimely end, a tug to track bigger prey ahead. <<
Do you think there will be more-- >>

From the opposite direction from where the porcine came a low snarl might be
heard. The jungle goes deathly silent. Ahead a twig snaps.

Arah scrunches her nose at the porcine as it runs off squealing, glance is
given upwards towards Bellu quickly the large dark brown shape giving a flick
of his tail as a reply as he moves closer to the undergrowth below to get a
better look. Rider gives a quick nod of her head as she follow the group on
wards eyes keeping a wary look out, as well as a open ear.

Nhaeth has open eyes, certainly, a cluster of starry glows up above, blinking
blue signals for the wildlife. He wheels, spars churning backwards, then
adjusts his altitude to match Belluth's. D'ney widens her stride, eyeing the
undergrowth. A sound.

Atainar stands up from his crouched position and looks where the porcine came
from and guestures that way. "Y'think it went in a straight line?" he
quietly asks Kala as he moves next to her. "It must have been spooked
badly.." Ata chews his bottom lip and looks around. "Let's move in deeper.
Follow the porcine's path."

(Nhaeth) [-] Belluth sends nocturnal darkness with bright erratic colors of
red, greens and blues dancing about: his desire is for something bigger not
the running porcine. <<I belive there will be more..I think something bigger
and more dangerous as well, that creature was frightened.>>

Kalaera nods in agreement with Atainar as she glances over her shoulder at the
hunting party, making sure everyone is relatively close. "Don't stray too
far. There's some--" Her words cut off abruptly as she freezes again at a
noise, ear cocked towards the bush. A hand flies up again to indicate a
halt, one finger pointing at D'ney and Arah, then at the dragons above. "Do
they see anything?" she whispers very, very softly. The bow is cocked and
lifted once more...

(Nhaeth) Remorth flickers in, shimmering warm soothing waters seem to wash
across the silent link {a shadow crouched low in the growth}

(Nhaeth) Belluth sees: Nhaeth stabs more technicolor into the darkness,
tumbling curling blues and crooked reds into the stew. << The sport is for
the humans. I will stay, but you must admit the porcines are tastier. >>

(Nhaeth) Remorth flickers in, shimmering warm soothing waters seem to wash
across the silent link {that's what the dragons see}

Atainar ducks to the side of Kala's hand and halts his movements a heartbeat
later. He glares at her a moment and looks up at the dragons. "I dunno," he
replies, so quiet that it might have well been thought. The boy slowly turns
to look at D'ney and Arah, then back to Kala. His blood rushes through his
body and he licks his lips again.

(Nhaeth) [-] Belluth swirls the darkness and the colors, <<Oh yes much
tastier>> Suddenly his link fills with a shadow of a figure crouched low in
the growth. <<Look there>>

D'ney stops fully in response to the signal, nodding sharply at Kalaera,
though her alto stays low. "A shape. Nhaeth can't see clearly. There's
something in the way; vegetation."

Arah blinks and squints in the growth ahead as she tries to spot the shadow
that the dragons seem to have spotted. "Belluth can only make out a shadow as
well. The growth is in the way." She states in a low tone blue eyes still
peering intently ahead while her hand pulls the knife at her side from it's
sheath.

Betha mutters under her breath almost repeating D'ney. She slowly turns a
360, looking for where it is this thing might be. But no luck. Yet.

(Nhaeth) Belluth sees: Nhaeth has a multi-tasker's mind. He's circling
closer to the origin of the sound all the while, the firelizards that are
still trailing deadly silent for once. The rest have vanished Between. His
painting matches yours, with additional shadows and a flickering play of
light over the palette. << It is smaller than we are. >> He fleets a brief
chase, an attack, a kill, then a question. Should they?

Atainar hisses quietly and looks up to the dragons. "Which direction?" he
asks, his voice growing to a soft whisper, directing the question to the two
riders. The boy slinks closer to the vegetation for a better look, but still
in at a safe distance.

D'ney just points silently, to where the dragons are converging. There's a
visible lack of firelizards in Nhaeth's vicinity.

Fron the undergrowth an avian cowering squawks and flitters about nearly in a
party member's face before taking full flight. While the party gather's it's
composure in a quick flash a feline springs from the undergrowth and right at
the smallest member of the party. Atainar! The beast snarls in the boy's
face while knocking his prey to the ground.

Arah gives a quick shrug towards Atainar as she checks with Bellu who seem to
be to busy investigating to answer at the moment. "I'm not sure, but I'd say
that way." She states pointing towards the same direction as D'ney as her
fingers play slowly over the hilt of her weapon eyes watching the vegetation.
She just jumps back as the feline springs from the undergrowth unsure if what
she is seeing is in fact what is there.

Kalaera doesn't like this. She doesn't like this at all, only because /she/
is used to doing the stalking, not being stalked herself. "Just be
careful...this quiet's unsettling, and there's too mu--ATAINAR!!" A look of
complete horror overcomes her features as the feline springs upon him;
almost, but not quite, frozen into shock at the size of the thing, she stands
numb a moment, before lifting her bow and releasing an arrow towards the wild
creature. Hoping it hits its mark...

Everything in the lext five seconds happens in slow motion for Atainar. The
boy flips his blade up like a sword as the avian flys out and he sees the
feline lurch from the growth. As he figures out that he's about to be lunch,
the boy drops back on his butt and slices upward. The knifetip inserts
itself into the feline's chest, but the feline's outstreched claws also
manage to insert themselves and slice the boy's chest. Ata screams and, as
time catches up with itself, the next instant happens at light-speed: the
knife buries itself into the chest cavity of the feline, blood profusely
leaks from both the victim and the beast's chests, and Ata kicks at the
feline's underbelly as hard as he can. "SHOOT IT!"

(Nhaeth) [-] Belluth sends a feeling of agreement, <<It is much smaller than
we are..I don't understand what 'they' are worried about.>> 'they' could only
be those below as he too would enjoy a chase, an attack, an a kill, toying
with the whole idea in his mind.

(Nhaeth) Belluth sees: Nhaeth surges with whirlwind speed and jarring
uncertainly. << Danger, >> he telegraphs to you, then drops towards the
ground, talons unsheathing.

(Nhaeth) [-] Belluth surges with erratic flash of color as he reacts
instantly. <<Danger>> He replies heading towards the ground behind. (Insert
Here we come to save the day!!!!! Music)

Betha draws back her string, "Hold STILL! We'll either get both of you or one
of you with an aorrow!" *thwump* Ok, she's no Robin Hood. She's managed to
catch plenty of air and hit the ground with an arrow.

Nhaeth comes dropping down on the heels of the attack, right after D'ney
herself reacts by sending a arrow at the felinic shape behind forehead's
intense squint. It takes a while, and by then the dragons have reacted as
well, brown shadows dappling the ground.

Kalaera lets loose a string of colourful curses as the first arrow manages to
miss; she vows the second will not. With a blurred quickness, she draws yet
another and loads it in one swift motion, pulls back, aims, and fires, aiming
for the beast's eye, a weak spot. Hopefully, she'll hit it.

Arah throws her knife sending it flying towards the feline body. At least with
the knife it's not likely it will go through the mass of feline into the boy.
*thump* It hits the ground instead of the feline. Gosh she really needs to
start doing this more often. Belluth drops in after Nhaeth, talons unsheathed
the look of utter beastliness surrounding him. Well they ain't white knights,
more like brown ones, but hey some knights is better than none right?

Atainar cries out as the beast puts his (as the boy discoverd after lodging
his foot into it's stomach and missing that area but doing even better where
he missed) full weight down on the boy. "My Arm!" the boy cries out and
weakly kicks the beast, both becoming dizzy from the pain. The dagger, still
lodged in the big cat's chest, starts to wobble and falls out, landing
sideways on Ata's chest and the beast soon follows, dead from an arrow now
firmly fixed into it's brain. "AHOW! Get it off me!!" the boy cries out.
"Owwies owwies owwies owwies..."

Kala's second shot strikes it's target as does Betha's half assed short. Well
she got it in the tail. Stapling it between the boy's legs. Arrow stuck in
the ground. That's enough to cause any man's jewels to retract in to more
safer quarters.

Nhaeth drapes his shadow over the beast -- the felinic one -- and Atainar
beneath it. His talons gleam, daggers exposed from their perilous sheaths,
studding themselves at the creature's shoulders. A hearty push from his
haunches staggers the bleeding corpse upwards, wings unfurling slightly to
take up the slack. He drags the load from its prey, retracts his paws, then
leaps aloft.

Betha scrambles over to Atainar and crouches down next to him, "Lay still lad.
We'll get a healer for you." She looks up to the group, "Where's that
healer? Somebody get the healer." She'll make an effort to reduce the
bleeding. Oh, look there's her arrow.

Kalaera breathes an audible sigh of relief as the feline stills, though
concern appears quite suddenly for the yuong man. "Shells and /shards/..."
she mutters, crouching over near Betha. "Right...healer..you!" She points
to a scrawny young man with a bloodstained finger. "Go back to camp..get a
healer!" The young man nods briefly before breaking into a sprint towards
the shore. "Okay Ata..you'll be fine...lie still.."

Atainar looks up at the exposed sky again and pants raggedly. "I think.. I
think I hit my head... and it landed on my arm..." Ata's arm is across his
chest, with scratches on both his arm and his chest. His arm looks worse for
wear, though, as it's not quite as straight as it should be in that position.
"Ahh... Ooooh, that hurt. Is it dead? Whe... Jays... Dagger?" Ata's
eyes move from Betha to Kala, whom he offers a brief smile. "I'm okay.
Just... a little dizzy, that's all. Oooh... Colours."

Belluth pumps his wings hard sending himself back upwards to keep look out as
the situation below seem to have been take care of by Nhaeth and someone
needs to be keeping a look out, as where there is normally one feline another
one will soon appear. Arah moves quickly towards the maimed boy grabbing her
knife along the way, if anything the brownrider has no problems with ripped
and torn flesh or anything else of the like and produce several clean rags
from her jacket. "Here these are at least clean." She offers towards Betha
who is trying to stop the bleeding. Leave it to Arah to think of bringing
clean rags.

D'ney steps forward -- her attention is on the feline, though, not Atainar.
"Have to make sure its dead," she clips, instructing someone in their party
to turn the feline over while she holds an arrow ready in case it decides to
move. Some other men form a ragged circle about the injured lad.

Don't go into the light! "Lay still boy." She takes the offered rags from
Arah and applies direct pressure to one spot. She takes the boy's hand and
has him hold a rag on his chest. "Let's have a look at this arm." She wraps
it comfortably, "There we go."
Betha did that. :)

Kalaera hisses at the wound as she gets a better look at it. "Shard it
all...where's that Healer?!" Glancing up at D'ney, she shouts "Careful,
D'ney. I'm not sure how deep the arrow went, so it still might have some
life to it. Ever so briefly, the thought that the carcass might attract more
felines does cross her mind, her eyes scanning around quickly. "D'ney, Arah,
Betha --mind telling one of your dragons to keep an eye out? This'll be sure
to attract felines like a vtol to a flame..." A v. bad thing, indeed.

Atainar isn't in the position to argue with being used as a puppet. That hand
limply presses down on his chest and he hisses as the pressures applied.
"Ah--" Ata whimpers. He blinks a few times and looks over at Betha. "Do I
look okay, Be... Betha?" Ata breaths heavily and winces. "Do we have any
nu... weed by chance?" After this question the boy shuts up and lays there,
quietly breathing.

Arah gives a glance up towards Kala then points a finger skyward, "Belluth
already thought of that, or at least something like that." She states quickly
blue eyes scanning about, "I think that man you sent for the healer got
lost." She states as she stands up and looks back towards the shore, "Should
I go and make sure he made it and not go cut off by a feline along the way?"
She peers around almost apprehensively but if she would have to go on foot.

Nhaeth is combing the ground from the air, taking Belluth's cue. He's used to
doing this, but the new situation brings life to his keen-eyed flight. A
movement draws his eye to one spot, but it's only a low-flying wherry, and a
soothed, soothing rumble is flung to Belluth.

As quickly as the man departed to fetch a healer he returns with healer coming
in behind. "Lemme through, lemme through...." The healer scrambles around
the gathering and crouches across from Betha. "Alright lad..." First thing,
clean the hands and wounds with a brief rinsing of redwort. Then comes the
numbweed, aaaah soothing numbweed, "There. Just a light coating..While that
works in, you think you have any broken bones?" The healer's hands check arms
carefully, but better to ask the patient.

Atainar groans and closes his eyes for a long moment, smiling lightly as the
numbweed is applied. "Bones?" the boy asks after his brief relaxing snooze.
"My arm... I think I heard and felt it pop real loud when the feline fell on
me... I can't really move my fingers, see?" And thusly, Ata's fingers do not
move. "Ow... Where's my dagger? I can't see it... It sh.. landed on my
chest."

"I'd send Nhaeth, but the dragons are needed here--" D'ney starts to say, just
as the man hurries back. "The camp's been alerted," she barks the report,
lifemate-given, "Igen's sent a few dragons over." On that note, she bends,
borrowing a knife to apply to the feline. More blood trickles over the
precious pelt.

Kalaera follows Arah's point upwards, Belluth getting a slow, relieved smile
in return. D'ney also gets an appreciative nod as Kala spots Nhaeth soaring
above. "Good, good. Shells, where /is/ that hea---finally!" A bit more
relaxed, she stands to get out of the way of the healer, her hand already
reaching for another arrow. "Okay folks, we need to get him back to the camp
before another one hits..." Or two. Or twelve.

From the undergrowth sound of a snapping twig and a low growl is heard just
moments, before a shadow of a Feline figure pounce out from the undergrowth
bowling over the rider with her back towards the vegetation. Arah! The beast
follows the rider as she is thrown onto the ground.

(Nhaeth) Belluth sees: Nhaeth twines careless strands of ivory over sparkling
rivers of odd sky-blue. A sound -- a shape -- then sound-shape merge into a
pouncing, so-graceful form. The drums clamour their insistent beat.

Betha gets to her feet letting the healer do his work. "Alrighty folks, be
sharp. As Kalaera said there might be more and we certainly don't want to
have another of ours struck down like t" Final words cut off as Arah is
struck most unexpectedly. With her bow string drawing back she lets loose the
arrow in hopes of striking it.

(Nhaeth) [-] Belluth adds soft mist of alabaster across link as it suddenly
clears the same image of the sound,shape, and pounce only with sudden alarm
of worry. <<Arah!>> The brown springs to action his fury at that creature
even thinking of harming his pounding in bright reds and blacks.

The snapping of another twig causes Kalaera to wince, visibly, from habit.
"Now wha--Arah!" Too late, though not too late for Kala to raise her bow
with precision this time...but she can't get a clear shot. Muttering
something unintelligible, she circles around till finally, the arrow's tip
lines up directly with the feline's eye. "D'ney...keep an eye on Atainar!!"
she shouts at the same time the arrow is freed from it's twine-prison.

(Nhaeth) [*] Remorth anguishly cries out as Belluth's rider is struck down. A
quick blur of shadowy evil is seen upon Arah's figure.

(Nhaeth) [*] Chesketh laments with quick, earthen tendrals. <<What happened?
Is she allright?>>

The circle they formed was too ragged, indeed. A man turns to talk to
another, and danger strikes from the direction least expected. Even Nhaeth
was taken unawares. He bristles now, darkness falling like a pall over the
scout -- Belluth hurts, and Belluth's, so he sweeps to assist, leaving
Remorth in the air. D'ney, who's guarding the dead one, notices the second
animal too late, and can only turn, knife swiping through nothing. "Shells!"
She wavers over Atainar and the healer.

(Nhaeth) [*] Junoth :rouces from a deep sleep >>What's wrong?<<

(Nhaeth) [*] Rionth :blinks awake.

(Nhaeth) [*] Nhaeth dashes over the link, razing a trail of blood and pain
behind. Wordless agony, crimson rage, all concentrated in one very, /very/
small beast of claws and lashing tail.

Arah was mid-turn as the feline pounces her, "Ahhhhhhhh." She its the ground
hard a loud *thump* is giving as the rider reacts by ramming her forearm
under the feline chin and into it's throat in hopes of keeping the teeth
away, the other arm with knife is aimed for just under the feline's rib cage
and gives a upward shove in hopes of piercing the lung. While in the mean
time only the feline claws and rips at it's victim during the process. The
feline is much bigger than the small brownrider making it hard for her to
fight. Belluth fold his wings launching himself towards the shadowy figure
attacking his, body tense full of worry and yet anger at the same time. What
would dare strike his Arah.

Aaaah the hunters have truely become the hunted. More snarls eminate from the
jungle around. Someone yells out, "Get your bows ready! I think we're
surrounded!" Another man spots something and shoots wildly in to the forest
jungle. A plant rustles. Remorth now swooops down in hopes of scaring off
what ever it is that has now seemingly encircled the party. They know no
fear, they no not the pain that dragons can inflict. They only
know.....Hunger!!!!

Yellow flitters in from Southern Lake Beach.

(Nhaeth) [*] Elegath :sends soothing messages, confused at such drama being
echoed so brazenly through her thoughts.

(Nhaeth) [*] Rionth :rumbles. << What's going on? >>

(Nhaeth) [*] Remorth rumbles his anxiety <<Felines! attacking>>

(Nhaeth) [*] Junoth shoots confused thoughts about, channeling them in soon
and replacing them with silence as he awaits an answer to his
question...>>Felines? Where? Why?<<

(Nhaeth) [*] Rionth sends questioning thoughts. << need help? >>

(Nhaeth) [*] Adhaith sends the thunder and rain of his thoughts, the lust for
the hunt rife in his voice. <<Do you hunt these felines?>>

(Nhaeth) [*] Remorth rumbles his attention on other things >>There are three
of us care for our riders...If help is needed help will be called...<<<

Ivanova has arrived.
Ivanova pops in from ::between::
Ivanova flitters toward Southern Lake Beach.

Atainar is out for the count, currently, and has been unconcious since Arah
cried out.

And worse, the sting of arrows only inflicts more desperation upon these
beasts, as the tang of blood reaches their nostrils. D'ney keeps within the
circle of men and womenfolk who stand ready to defend themselves, the
brownrider standing watchful guard over healer and healing boy inside.

(Nhaeth) [*] Adhaith shrugs mentally, the scent of rainfall on pine trees once
more in his thoughts. <<As you wish.>>

Arah shoves both knees into the stomach of the feline as it bites into her
shoulder, blood squirts from the wounds in feline and it's prey. Arah doesn't
intend to be prey as she pulls the knife out and launches it into the feline
form again. "Get it off!" She half-screams half-demands of anyone in hearing
distance, "Kill it..." She could careless if they shoot her in the process as
long as they get the sharding thing off of her.

(Nhaeth) [*] Junoth allows the taste of the blood from his latest meal to seep
across his thoughts >>As he says, as you wish...call if you need us.<< and
the brown's mind is gone for now.

Kalaera whirls as the sound of snarling, stalking felines grows, the hairs on
the back of her neck rising with a wary, almost frightened eye. "We need to
get out of here, like, /now/," she yells just as another arrow flies towards
a launching feline. "D'ney! Betha! Can Nhaeth and Remorth clear a path back
to the beach?" Where hopefully they won't follow. A feline nearly catches
Kala off guard, the hunter whirling in time to fire an arrow straight into
its heart.

Belluth launches himself at the feline figure on his rider talons and tooth
waiting to catch that which is attacking his rider. A low growl of a rumble
emits from deep within his throat as he moves in his body tense and waiting,
he will get it oh yes he well.

Betha shoots a message to Remorth. He buggles a war cry none the likes heard
during fall! His rider makes her way over to him. "Yes! Let's get out of
here! These beasts are all over the place!" Did somebody forget Atainar?
Leave him to the beasts! He's out light a light. Nobody will know!

HEY! I'm sure Ata will notice when he doesn't wake up tomorrow!
Or when he wakes up in a feline's belly.

D'ney does as she's told. "We can head back up the trail," she shouts over
the carnage, after a glance at Nhaeth's recent swoop. "Need a stretcher--to
lift--" A feline interrupts, and she flings an arrow after it, striking its
flank. Which doesn't stop the beast, of course; it continues its deadly path.

Poor feline.

Arrows land all about both rider and feline some landing on the feline but
none a killing blow as the brown dragon moves in the feline is snatched from
the rider as he yowls and growls in protest going after that which has it,
Belluth though from it's position it can get a hold of the large beast.

The healer orders a quick makeshift carrier from what what ever is in reach.
Clothing, sticks and what ever else. Atainar is rolled carefully on to it.
Several men lift the litter. "C'mon move it! These creatures are all over
the plac..." The healer trips over the dead carcus of Ata's feline and lucky
for him. A large feline dived for him and over shot. Getting an arrow in the
back side.

Kalaera notices that her supply of arrows is slowly dwindling, at an alarming
rate. "Right...forget the stretcher, just haul Atainar onto one of the
dragon's backs...I'll hold 'em off as lo--" Her words are cut off with a
shriek as a well-aimed claw tears across her thigh, not serious, but painful
nevertheless. With a cry of anger, she whips out a dagger and flings it
towards the creature's head, where it embeds itself nicely in the feline's
left eye. "Shells...goooo...go quickly!" Another arrow is cocked, let
loose...though fruitlessly as she begins to backtrack towards the camp.

Belluth dispatches the feline quickly as he snaps it's neck with a powerful
chomp before throwing the now carcass towards a nearby tree landing near his
unconscious rider standing over her like mother and with her chicks. The
blood of feline now splattered across his muzzle and chin, let them try to
get past him and they may end up like the mangled /dead/ feline. He croons
softly towards Arah giving her a little nudge.

A large, muscled feline balks as the dragons arrive and proccede to tear up
his cousins. No good. The group eases back some, pacing the edges. The
stragglers will be picked off one by one. The Kalaera-daggered feline lets
out a scream of pain, swipeing at its face. It stumbles in a circle, and goes
down for the count.

D'ney remains unblooded by the sane reason that she's sticking to her post,
and watches the healer's rear as they beat a quick retreat. She's not such a
good shot, but the arrows are flying. Nhaeth is having better luck in his
battle, wings flared and talons cutting swaths in the vegetation. Die, trees.

In a manuever that only could be called heroic Betha removes her quiver, "Kala
catch!" and tosses it Kara's way. A pair of felines pounce upon Remorth and
rider. The blue yelps out, maw snapping at first the feline on his back then
over to his rider. With Betha's feline dispatched post haste he makes
another attempt to dislodge his feline from his back. Betha yelps and begins
aiding Remorth.

Kalaera spins around at her name, ignorant of the rivulets of blood running
down her right leg as she catches the arrow...and jawdrops in horror as not
one, but /two/ felines pounce both dragon and rider. "Bethaaaaaaa!!!"
Moving as if in slow motion, she draws and arrow, cocks it, and aims for the
feline, hoping to simply dislodge the beast at some point. *cue the Chariots
of Fire music here*

A younger feline scales a tree, neatly positioned above the untouched healers.
He's new to this tear-up-the-two-legged-invaders thing. Let's give it a go,
eh? Mouth open, claws out, he simply /drops/ from the tree. If D'ney doesn't
move, he'll soon be getting touchy-feely with the falling cat. Mrrraaawl.

Belluth stands over Arah and swaps a feline away as it gets brave enough to
pounce at him and his rider. He catches a claw filled paw across the muzzle
causing him to let out a infuriated roar of a bugle, as he starts snapping,
clawing, and slashing at every moving feline in sight. Uhh oh..They done gone
and messed with the beast and boy is he angry..No angry isn't a good word
more like feel his wrath. Die! Die! You are the weakest! Now you shall go bye
bye!

Ivanova flitters in from Southern Lake Beach.

D'ney doesn't /see/ the falling cat. She's too busy hollering to the
litter-bearers in front. "Watch the roots!" Those mangroves can kill. So
the fortunate feline gets to her. There is blood. But there is also Nhaeth,
who relinguishes his latest prize and hurries over, cape-wings whooshing over
the site. Run, you Atainar-carriers.

Remorth finally gets his feline disloged from his back and thrown to the
ground and jumped on. Look a throw rug. Betha rolls off Remorth's back and
on to the ground. The healers and the others run as fast as they can to get
out. Accompanying them are a couple of firelizard that popped in to join the
frey. One launches himself at a feline, a rake of claws across the beast's
back.

A few healers yelp in surprise as the falling cat hits it's mark- D'ney. So
surprised in fact, that they drop the stretcher. Whoops. The feline mauls to
the best of his abilites, relishing this moment of glory before Nhaeth
arrives.

Atainar lets out a yelp as his peaceful subconciousness is wrecked and he
wakes up. "What in the name of the first e--great googly moogly!" Atainar
yelps and tries to move, sending searing pain along his body. "Ow! Why're
we still here?!" The boy whimpers and pats around his body with his good
arm, looking for his small arsenal of throwing spikes.

Kalaera is letting arrows loose at a pace that would shame Legolas (ha ha),
her fingers a blur as she continues to pick off felines to the best of her
abilities. "Let's...get....going /now/!" she yells, turning the point of her
current arrow onto a feline intent upon the healers. "Move it...go go go!"

D'ney can't fight back very well, as she's on her back. The rake of claws
hits its mark consequent to her twisting an arm backwards to jab her knife at
the feline's sensitive nose. Against the ground, her lips are bitten.
Nhaeth gets here a bit belatedly, forepaws immediately bracing against the
animal.

Belluth rumbles at the running healers and snakes a tail at a few of the free
ones. Just Where Do You Think You Are Going! They are not getting out of here
until someone comes and rescue his Arah who lays still unconscious in a blood
pool which is going to start attacking all the felines should everyone bale
out like sailors on a sinking ship. You know Belluth would insist that Arah
sue the healers if it wasn't for the fact true malpractice suits don't exist
on Pern. OH Well Belluth will just have to settle for a nice bottom chewing
by his truly. *preen* Oh yes that's right in the middle of a feline ambush
back to protector mode.

Remorth turns about quickly with rider close by. His goal to what what
felines remain. "Meekith says the others are starting to filter out of the
jungle!" yells out Betha. She spies Arah and mount and makes her way through
with Remorth snapping and nipping at what ever comes close. "Arah! Arah!"

Kalaera curses, and curses, another arrow knocked off and missing the feline
that lunges towards her. She sidesteps, whipping another dagger towards its
nose, upon which the feline mrowls with pain and scatters. Kala catches
something out of the corner of her eye and oh, do her eyes pop open.
"Arah...for the love of Faranth..."

The healers finish their screaming, and pick Atainar back up. Off they dash.
A single, scroungy feline yelps after the retreating healers, a taunt, but it
catches their attention. Back come the healers. Arah is soon pounced on by
not one, but two healer apprentinces who look nearly as beat-up as she does.
But they do dispense bandages. D'ney's falling feline gets in a final swipe
before his spine is snapped like a crisp pickle.

Nhaeth wrenches at the feline, spine or none. /His/ D'ney. No touching! The
welt on his hide is barely enough to break ichor when he throws the enemy
away like a bag of dried bones. Thump. Bloody limbs pick his lifemate up,
D'ney biting off a groan. 'Sails fan out to shield, and they're off with the
rest of the ex-hunters, clearing the way.

Two felines begin to squabble over a hunter's detached toe. I sniffed it
first. But /I/ took it off! Soon it really is a catfight, and the pair is
nothing more than a tumbling mass of fur.

Belluth keeps a careful watch over Arah while keeping an eye out on any
felines that would be silly enough to come back. Which means anyone in the
distance of the brown is pretty safe too. He gives a rumble they should all
be getting out of here should they not?

"C'mon everybody...move it! You healers, get that rider out of here! Remorth
watch them!" orders Betha. Remorth offers his assistance to Arah and her
lifemate to ensure their safety. Tail swings wildly to catch a feline off
balance and sends it sailing. Look, flying pussy!

They are getting out of here. The hunter who lost his toe is probably
hobbling on in front of everyone else. D'ney's shoulder and back is a mess,
and Nhaeth is doing his best to juggle her in awkward draconic paws.
A-crashing they will go, with fierce, creepy rumbles to warn off any who
might have strange notions. Including Remorth.

Kalaera is out of arrows. And thus, is screwed unless they get out of here.
Without hesitation, she limps over to Arah and hoists the brownrider upon her
shoulder, giving Belluth a quick nod. "Keep 'em off us, big boy.." Turning
quickly, she begins limping back towards camp, hoping that nothing's going to
follow. After all, enough blood and body parts are back there to keep them
occupied at /least/ a sevenday. HOpefully. And oh look at the lovely trail
of blood they're leaving...

Retreat, retreat! They've brought their big ugly lizards and sharp pointy
sticks. The felines don't know what to make of the dragons, or intensity with
which the scrawny two-legged's fight. Furry, smashed carcasses little the
Mangroves. An orphaned kitten mews for its Mommy. You savages, you!

Cabernet flitters in from Southern Lake Beach.
Kalaera struts in that sexy way toward Southern Lake Beach.
Arah strides elegantly toward Southern Lake Beach.

(Nhaeth) Belluth sees: Nhaeth spares a thought amongst sound and sight and
madness: << Carry her. >> His mental voice has a weary note, though it's
backed by hearty drumbeats. Rat-a-tat-a-tat. He pictures the physical
juggling. Moves on.

Atainar walks toward Southern Lake Beach.

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, 10 Months, and 15 Days old.
Sketching out a personal starscape.

Southern Lake Beach
You see nothing special.
Resting on a nearby tree limb is Quiche, Winter, Yellow, and Ivanova.
You see Meekith, Healer Tent with Reno, Adrian, Mharikka, Olwyn, Romilly, and
Summersett occupying it, Archery Target 1, and Atainar's tent with Atainar
occupying it here.
Kalaera, Arah, Betha, and Noa are here.
The following dragons are here: Caedmith, Lorizath, Remorth, Nhaeth, and
Belluth

(Nhaeth) [-] Belluth replies with a thought of worry and tiredness: <<I am
very worried. Is yours okay?>> His mental voice is more gruff than he
intents, though it's normal for him when worried. He pictures Kala with Arah
thrown across her shoulder his job instead to make sure to protect them from
anything that would cause harm, until they are safe.

(Nhaeth) Betha hobbles about making a head count, "Looks like we're all here!
Alright....tend to the wounded."

(Nhaeth) Nhaeth's head hangs lower than ever -- this time, over his rider,
whom someone has finally strapped to his neck during the hurried journey from
jungle to beach. D'ney even makes a move to unstrap herself now, but is
waylaid by a troop of helpers. The worried chitters of the camp 'lizards
fill the air.

(Nhaeth) Atainar's tent has arrived.
(Nhaeth) Atainar drops Atainar's tent.

(Nhaeth) Noa leaves the Healer Tent with Reno, Adrian, Mharikka, Olwyn,
Romilly, and Summersett occupying it, the gauzy door falling back into place
behind them.

(Nhaeth) Atainar is still flickering in and out of conciousness, the bleeding
from his chest and his wickedly twisted arm retarded. "I got my dagger,
though..." he murmers, patting the blade under his arm affectionately before
loosing concious for a while

(Nhaeth) Belluth sees: Nhaeth affirms that Dallan is all right with more
force than necessary. He spares no words, instead weaving wave upon wave of
anxiety and soul-healing force. << I know -- I know ours will be okay. >>

(Nhaeth) Atainar moves to stand inside Atainar's tent.

(Nhaeth) Kalaera walks in, Arah draped haphazardly across her shoulder while
her thigh continues to pour out blood. Pale, exhausted, and all-out beat,
she barely is able to get Arah to the healer's area before both slump to the
ground in a pile of Arah-Kalaera. "Healer...get...healer," she gasps
faintly. A drudge hurriedly brings over a skin of water, out of which she
takes a long, long, /long/ swig before finally nudging Arah, trying to see if
she's awake. "Arah...wake up hon...water. Drink."

D'ney dismounts from Nhaeth.

"The victor-ress hunters return!" Hollers Noa as she spots the scraggly
hunting party. Hey look, it's blood. Feline blood, right? The woman's
expression transforms into something much darker as she investigates. "Mah'
flaming red stars.... Kala. Arah. Betha. D'ney." Her gaze flicks to them one
at a time, asessing each mangled state. Noa turns on heel and shouts into the
healers tent. "Get yer' arses up and out here. They're all gonna die!"

Arah opens an eye as she hits the ground letting out a soft groan. When she is
nudged by Kalaera she open both eyes and glances about as if expecting a
feline to be there ready to bounce. "Uhhh..What?" Belluth makes his way
closer to Kala and Arah giving his rider a soft nudge. She goes to move her
right arm to rub her head then winches. "Sharding ow..not a good idea."

All. Gonna. Die. D'ney slumps against a kind foot of Nhaeth's; the brown
sets up an unpleasant grumbling noise. They'd better get over here or else.

Belluth rises on his haunches and lets out a loud almost deafing bugle.
Everyone get up, and get you hinny out of that tent right now! Well if anyone
was asleep they either aren't now or could sleep through herd of dragon
running through their tent.

Is this the point where everybody falls like dominos? Betha wipes blood from
her mouth and begins tending to Remorth's wounds. "Oh, dear. Until that
heals we're going to be doing a bit of walking." Ichor spurts from gaping
open wounds on the dragon's back. "Get me some numbweed, needlethorn,
suturing and redwort!" Betha finds her order quickly filled then the
deliverer scrambles off to offer his assistance. Oooh, looks like Belluth is
first to find someone standing in front of him.

Nhaeth was too intent on D'ney to bugle. His voice joins with Belluth's, all
the same, softer and deeper. The lack of harmony turns out to be jarring.
The Duneraider stirs restlessly.

Kalaera bats at an apprentice as he tries to tend to her thigh wound, grabbing
the jar of numbweed from his hands and pointing towards Arah. "She's worse
off than me, and that goes for the lot of them. Just provide me with
numbweed and bandages, I'll be fine." Kala literally swats her hands at the
healer, sending him scurring off towards D'ney as Kala begins to slather on
numbweed with an audible sigh of relief.

And healers pour out of the tent. Well, not really. There's only three healers
left, you see. And they're all apprintinces. Still, they respond with quick
feet and gentle hands. Noa scribbles 'eVryoNE has got eeatn. Send tRan SPort'
on a scrap of hide, and sends a waiting firelizard to Igen with the message.
Farmer is hit by a surge of adeneline (or is that nausea?) at the sight of so
much blood, and scuffles about bringin water and bandages to and fro. "How
many down?" Noa squeaks between trips.

The healer and a few others bring D'ney into the covered tent, there to stitch
and slather as needed. And oh, there's an Igen rider, too, somewhere, a
senior weyrling who hasn't yet earned his stripes but is willing. He weaves
between folks.

Belluth snorts and settles back down suddenly going all order dragon right.
You get numbweed, You bandages, You the one with the funky hat..Yes I'm
talking to you, go get some more water. GoGoGoGo! He could careless if the
ones he talking to is a healer or let alone can't even hear him, as he is to
busy bothering with being all healer like to actually speak to them.Arah
waves a hand towards the healers, "I'm perfectly alright, can't feel a thing
actually." Umm..Alright so she pale, in shock, and out of her freaking
head...does anyone actually expect any less?

Nhaeth mopes outside the tent, being too big to enter. He fusses there,
nudging anyone who looks too slow or confused.

Kalaera lifts her head wearily towards Noa, unable at this point to even point
a finger at the crowds. "I think all of us, Noa," she says, her head leaning
back as her eyes drift shut. "There were...too many of them. I tried, we
tried to fend 'em off, but...they just kept coming.." And thus, Kala just
lies there on the verge of passing out, moreso from exhaustion than her
wounds, but still. She's a right mess.

Noa catches herself wondering if the party brought in any kill. Silly. They
were the kill. She ends up being instructed to hold a fellow's leg while a
healer stictches up his calf. Blood splatters, marking the uninjured as well.
One big, messy family. "Folk are coming to take the worst home. I jes' hope
they get here in time." In the blink of an eye, Noa dear. A green dragon in
Istan colors, and an Igen blue sweep low over the shore and backwing to land
on the campground. "Kala, don't go to sleep. Jes' don't."

Quiche goes ::between::

Arah glances about and leans back on Bellu's forepaw, "Looks like I'm not the
only one who became feline meat." She says, giving a flick of her left hand,
"Oh durn it..and I lost my dagger." She lets out a little snort and then
winces again. "Shouldn't have done that." Is mumbled softly under her
breathe, well at least this time she wasn't almost killed because of some
stupid stunt of her own. Well she wasn't almost killed the last time, but if
you listened to everyone else you would think so. Arah notices Kala trying to
drift off to sleep after all they are still in a big Arah-Kala pile, "Don't
even think about going to sleep until they say I can." If Arah knows anything
she knows they are not going to let her go to sleep anytime soon, so why
should Kala get to?

You push aside the gauze door and enter the Healer Tent with Reno, Adrian,
Mharikka, Olwyn, Romilly, and Summersett occupying it

(Nhaeth) Kalaera just lolls her head up, eyes struggling to remain open as she
reaches for the waterskin. "Why..I'm so exhausted," she mutters, leaning
back further against Belluth's flank. Suddenly, she sits up, wide-eyed, and
glances around. "Wait...did everyone make it out okay?" With renewed
energy, she tries to stand up --and figures out that no Kala, you can't
stand. So. Sit.

(Nhaeth) Betha rubs hands and hide with redwort then applies numbweed on her
mount's hide. With needlethorn and string threaded she begins closing up the
dragon's wounds, "Easy there dear. We'll get you fixed up in no time." This
is gunna hurt. Betha looks to Kalaera, "All bodies accounted for! I've sent
a firelizard in hopes that if there is anybody they can be found and counted."

(Nhaeth) Found in one piece, hopefully.

(Nhaeth) Before the firelizard would even think of going in there alone it
gives Betha that, are you frigging crazy! I'm just a little firelizard, look
what those things did to your dragon! Look. Maybe for a Flitter snack?
Flitter snack? Ah, a Flitter Snack. The firlizard is fed firestone. There
it's Arnold Swartzenflitter. Flitter flitter Doooo! And off the firelizard
goes.

(Nhaeth) Arah shrugs, "Blood-loss, to much excitement.." she rambles wiggling
her finger every now and then. Belluth gives a soft reassuring croon towards
Kalaera as well as Arah. "Belluth says to calm down as Betha just said all
bodies are accounted for and it won't do no good for you to work yourself
up." She of course was included in that statement but she also doesn't
mention the fact that their may not all be in one complete piece but hey at
least the bodies are there.

(Nhaeth) Noa presses her lips togeter, avoiding any unessecary shows of
emotion. That stuff is just too messy. Right now she wants to hop one of
those transport dragons. Perhaps hide out in the greenhouse for a few days.
The farmgirl grunts as she lifts one end of a stretcher, and drags the
groaning body to the loading zone. "Y'all got two choices. Head back now,
with those two, or get sewed up." A healer brandishes a needle on cue.

(Nhaeth) Betha looks up from her stitching to Noa, "Noa, you okay over there?"

(Nhaeth) Kalaera decides she really should get back to that wonderful dream,
and with a sigh drops off to sleep.

(Nhaeth) Aenerion drops down from the green's neck and looks around. He spots
other people with the healer knot and shakes his head as he rushes towards
the injured blue. "Betha and Remorth, right? he says in a huff as he gets to
the blue dragon's injured side. "I'm here to help."

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