Logs:Of Unexpected Losses
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| RL Date: 26 March, 2007 |
| Who: B'yan, C'len, Charis, Emilly, Melata, R'hin, Rilsa, Shalyn, Shanlee, W'red |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 28, Month 5, Turn 11 (Interval 10) |
| Corineth bespoke High Reaches dragons with « Leiventh! We spot the writhing Thread! It is moving over the moutains toward the Weyr!! » High Reaches dragons sense that Leiventh's thrumming presence is splashed in crimson, alertness coursing through his mindtones after Corineth's call. « Thread falls over High Reaches Weyr! Glacier, Snowstrike, Avalanche, Ice, you're with me, form up in the east bowl for firestone supplies. Iceberg, you're on resupply. Wingleaders, report in. » Your location's current time: 18:14 on day 31, month 5, Turn 61, of the Tenth Pass. It is a spring evening. You stroll down the flight of steps, towards the eastern bowl. Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr(#840RJs) Standing on the eastern side of the bowl, you realize why this is one of the most striking Weyrs on Pern. Arrayed around the north rim of the bowl are the Seven Spindles: high crownlike points formed of old volcano flows which were eroded to sharp spikes. The bowl itself is a rough ovoid shape, with a large lake taking up a good portion of the southeastern part. The bowl seems to slant down to the lake shore, and the soil becomes a little looser in that direction. From the east, the slight aroma of herdbeast and wherry hide rises from the feeding grounds. The northeast section of the bowl is full of activity: training of dragons both young and old goes on in a large clearing near the entrance to the weyrling barracks and dragon infirmary. Several small boulders dot the area to the north, forming a winding path to the ledges leading into the weyrleaders' quarters. The early evening over the western rim of the bowl glimmers in shades of deep purples and pinks as the sun sets behind the passing clouds. A definite wind can be felt and the spring air temperature feels comfortable. Contents: Qeteth(#5202Vae) Corineth Ozriadasoth Dahlth Obvious exits: Weyrleader Ledges Western Bowl Floor Dragon Infirmary Candidate Barracks Weyrling Training Room Feeding Grounds Lake Shore [Riders assemble] From atop Corineth, Rilsa is already calling out to R'hin as she lands. "The sheet is large, it seems. The winds are quite gusty up there, R'hin. The sunset is going to wreak havoc..." Melata is already having her Wingseconds start to square up Abvalanche Wing, to get firestone where they need to be. With that under control, she heads over towards the Weyrleaders. Rilsa stands next to her dragon, feeling a bit off as not being in a position other than a rider for this third 'Reachian Fall. However, once done with her watchrider report, she waits for words from R'hin even as she begins stoking Corineth with the arriving firestone. R'hin comes down from the Weyrleader's ledge at a fast trot, pulling on his flight leathers as he makes for the firestone supplies, outpaced easily by Leiventh's shadow as he swoops in from above. Pale eyes are flicking back and forth, watching the gathering dragons, a glance given towards the skies, too, making a beeline for Corineth as the brown touches down. He nods at Rilsa's words, brow furrowed. "Well spotted, to you and Corineth. Not exactly favorable conditions, but--" he pauses a beat, "We're well prepared this time." Members of the Iceberg Wing begin moving throughout the crowd in the bowl, tossing sacks out to riders. Shalyn in wordless efficiency, quick but not rushed. Shalyn goes through the motions of preparing Oenoneth, herself and Avalanche to meet the threadfall. Firestone is brought out for the wings, Oenoneth's straps are checked while she chews freestone. The diminutive rider tightens up her leathers and secures her helmet and goggles on. Verenth is starting to chew firestone, adding to the crunch of rock arising from the dragons. Corineth rumbles in acknowledgement for the praise even though he seems to take his duty as just that. Jaireth lands swiftly and smartly from above, red eyes smoldering as B'yan jumps to the ground. There's a hard look on his face as he stalks toward the firestone piles with the muddy bronze in tow, hazel eyes peering up towards the sky. Silently, he securing himself in his riding gear on his way as he leads his dragon over. Rilsa nods to R'hin at his words, continuing to stoke the dragon who is proceeding to place and crack the firestone with his usual efficiency. Sionath arrives and lands compactly, near the rest of her wing, Emilly looks a little bit frazzled, having just gotten back from sweeps, but she gamely grabs a few sacks of firestone to add to the small portion Sionath carries by default these days. "Here have a chunk or five," she says to the green, loosening the neck on one sack. Leiventh's eyes are whirling with alarm, the bronze's wings half unfurled as he opens his mouth, accepting the large chunks of firestone that R'hin begins feeding him. The Weyrleader's eyes are half distant, as if tracking other goings on. Shanlee's muttering something about rain and firelizards, as she quickly begins to feed Kaylith firestone while hefting more sacks upward and attaching them. "Secure them tightly, make sure you have enough." a bluerider from Snowstrike is reminded. A tightlipped glance over toward Emilly and C'len "Fly it safe." she intones to them as Kaylith continues crunching her way through the stone being offered to her. Leiventh> I bespoke Vildaeth and Verenth with « Wingleaders, report in when your wings are ready. » It's a short hop from the lake shore to the Eastern Bowl, C'len scrambling down to collect bags of firestone that he can then begin feeding to Vil. The bronze dragon is careful not to break a tooth or anything else, as he begins to receive firestone from his rider. As the dragon chews, the rider looks around to spot the members of his wing, most of whom have collected together in the bowl. Charis jumps down Qeteth's side to the ground, as the dragon warbles a greeting. Charis has arrived. The Ice Wing is also settled into place, stoking and watching the Weyrleader to hear any words the man may have. Tavaith lands with his usual bump onto the ground, the firestone sacks already in place get added too, Wred opens a sack and Tavaith is soon chewing away unfurling his wings eagerly. Rilsa offers a quick, tight smile of thanks to the Iceberg rider who gets her two extra sacks. While Corineth is chewing the latest handful, his rider secures the sacks to the straps. Leiventh bespoke High Reaches Glacier Wing with « Glacier, report your readiness to fly. » Corineth bespoke High Reaches Glacier Wing with « Ready. » With his leathers and gear secured, B'yan starts feeding Jaireth the firestone while he ties a sack of it on him. The pair is silent as they work, the dragon feeding off his rider as they prepare to fight. Melata confers with her Wingseconds, then checks various wingriders, making sure they are preparing themselves as fast, yet safely, as they can. Verenth is an old-hand at the firestone game, and is stoking himself well as she passes. She pauses at an older rider, T'kel, and asks if he is really able to fly. However, when he says that the dragonhealers have said he is sufficiently fit, she nods and moves on. Finally she turns and goes to report to R'hin. High Reaches Glacier Wing sense that Jaireth is silent for a few moments, prehaps confirming with his rider before returning with a gruff « Ready. » Qeteth dives down to the bowl from his ledge, bringing Charis quickly to the ground, sliding off of him to moves quickly towards the pile of sacks of firestone. The bluerider hauls two onto her shoulder, running back to where her lifemate is waiting, dumping out the firestone so he can start chewing. She looks around for the other members of her wing, waiting for orders from Meleta. R'hin catches sight of Jaireth, nodding towards his rider. "Winds are tricky. Take care up there," he murmurs, moving over to have a quick word with the Ice Wing. He stops a passing Iceberg wingrider, securing another sack to Leiventh's saddlebags, turning attention towards Melata, expression outwardly calm, running fingers over a head stubbled with only regrowth. Shalyn secures a couple of sacks of stone to either side of Oenoenth's straps while feeding her another chunk from a third sack. "Yes love I'm excited, and I'm as ready as you are. Oh! I forgot!" in a panicked rush she pulls off her gloves and removes two rings before pulling off her helmet and removing something from around her neck and running over to one of her friends from the lower caverns, she places the items in her hand, closes her fingers over them and murmurs something to the other woman. As she runs back she redons her helmet and gloves. More bags are tied to Vildaeth's straps, the rider running his hands along potions of them carefully and verifying their strength. "Ready?" Is queried of several riders nearby, before he nods once, receiving several replies. Vildaeth's wings flare briefly, steadying him, as he continues to work on the firestone provided to him. C'len draws in a steadying breath, trying to settle his nerves. Melata asks of R'hin, "Instructions?" B'yan straightens from his lean as R'hin walks by, returning the nod sharply as another sack of firestone is sent his way. "You know me," is all he drawls, calm words despite the hardened look in his eyes as he feeds Jaireth another of the stones. Emilly nods Shanlee's way. "You too, Shanlee," she says in a voice that's mostly even, though there's a betraying ragged edge to it. "Sharding stuff," she mutters under her breath. Sionath turns away from the chunk of stone Emilly's offering, indicating physically as well as mentally that she's had enough. Em slaps her helmet back on and fastens the chin strap, goggles dropped over her eyes as she climbs aboard Sionath. She lifts a hand of acknowledgement C'len's way. « We are ready » Sionath adds to the mix. Leiventh senses that Vildaeth's touch is light, but filled with energy. « Snowstrike is ready. » R'hin's voice lowers marginally as he tells Melata, "You've got more greens and blues than us. I need you on the lower level to mop up. I'll put Ice with you. Winds are tricky up there. Fly well, Wingleader." His eyes travel across, catch C'len's, and he offers a nod to the Snowstrike Wingleader. Leiventh bespoke High Reaches dragons with « Riders, mount up! Avalanche, Ice, take the lower level. Glacier and Snowstrike will take upper. Winds are tricky. Take it easy up there. » Where the first Fall had shaken her, this time Shan's actually looking foward to going against the 'thing' that has so totally disrupted everything recently. Mounting on command from C'len, green eyes pick over a few from the other wings a slightly apprehensive look on her face which is soon buried beneath an inscrutable mask. Shanlee vaults up onto Kaylith's back, as the dragon warbles a greeting. Shanlee has left. Rilsa climbs up Corineth's foreleg and settles down between two neck ridges. Rilsa has left. W'red clambers up onto Tavaith's back, using his straps as handholds. W'red has left. Shalyn hops up onto Oenoneth's back, as the dragon warbles a greeting. Shalyn has left. Rilsa secures the leather straps around herself, tightening them carefully. Melata says, "Avalanche will do so." she turns and heads back to her dragon. R'hin jams his riding helmet on, one last look given to the gathered dragons before he, too, mounts up. Melata calls out to Avalanche, "Mount up!" You vault up onto Leiventh's back, as the dragon rumbles softly. » Melata vaults up onto Verenth's back, the dragon's sparkling eyes watching closely. » Emilly climbs up onto Sionath's back, . » Sionath shifts slightly as her rider mounts. » In the sky directly above, Verenth rises up into the sky from the ground below. » Charis clambers up onto Qeteth's back, using his straps as handholds. » With no further ado, B'yan follows suit after his wing, mounting wordlessly. » B'yan clambers up onto Jaireth's back, the dragon's sparkling eyes watching closely. » In the sky directly above, Tavaith springs powerfully into the sky from the ground below. A silent query goes out, and is returned. R'hin holds a mounted fist up, and quickly jerks his hand down, directing the wings aloft. » In the sky directly above, Corineth rises up into the sky from the ground below. You rise effortlessly into the sky. » Jaireth rises effortlessly into the sky from the ground below. » Kaylith rises effortlessly into the sky from the ground below. You wing upward in the sky. Sky High in the Bowl, High Reaches Weyr As you soar high above the bowl, you find yourself at a most unique point in the sky; here, near the lip of the bowl, the southeast is fully visible - the open sky stretches to the Western Mountain Range. Behind you, though, to the northwest, you can catch only occassional glimpses of the landscape through the spaces between the Seven Spindles. Through the first and second spires, you can see out to the mountains surrounding the weyr. If you know just where to look, you can also glimpse part of the winding road leading to the Weyr. Ledges are hewn into the rock face in all directions, each with a dragon's weyr behind it. The winds here are usually calm, with the protection of the Weyr's walls to keep the worst gusts at bay. Still, flying can be a little difficult as an errant thermal sometimes crosses the bowl. Views: Weyrs Obvious exits: Lower Western Sky Lower Eastern Sky Star Stones Up » Below you, to the east, Kaylith flies up in the bowl sky. » Below you, to the east, Oenoneth wings upward in the bowl sky. » The gusty air blows in from the east as you survey the area. One look in the distance is enough to add to the dread of the incoming menace. The line of dark silver grey rolls in and churns as the leading edge of the Threadfall makes it way toward the forefront of the fighting wings. » Below you, to the east, Tavaith flies higher in the bowl sky. » Below you, to the east, Qeteth rises up in the bowl sky. » Near a bronze, a burst of flame temporarily blinds the eyes of the bronze and his rider right at the moment a patch of Thread reaches him. A shout of pain from the rider is cut short as the dragon and rider disappear between only to reappear seconds later farther ahead. The clump of Thread continues on its way, heading to intercept Oenoneth. » High above the mountains, Verenth leads Avalanche up, then drops back down to take position beneath the majority of the Wings, although still above the golds. The Wing is swung around to face the oncoming Thread. » Trecherous thermals twist a pair of Thread clumps and push them toward the fighting wings. Bright colours of flame colour the sky and punch holes through the mass of writhing strands but another gust of wind blows the reamining uncharred thread directly at Qeteth. Corineth bespoke High Reaches dragons with « Oenoneth and Qeteth, watch out! » » Oenoneth drifts on the wind as the clump falls towards her, disappearing between just instants before it can engulf her she reappears above it only to flame the menace into harmless burning ashes. Leiventh lets out a bassy roar at the sight of Thread, and there's barely any time before it's upon them. The bronze moves instinctively towards the nearest patch, flame bursting from his maw as he sears the patch, rolling back to his place soon enough. » Suddenly, a large clump of Thread is ripped asunder by a gust of wind that forms four patches of the silvery menace which proceeds to target a large brown. While he is able to deal with two of the strands with precise flaming, the second pair of Thread patches are coming too fast. With a roar of warning, the brown blinks between to let flaming commence by Tavaith. Oenoneth bespoke High Reaches dragons with « We see we flame! » Leiventh bespoke High Reaches dragons with « Watch the winds! » » Jaireth bugles on his way in, rising hard to meet the leading edge of the menace. He flies tightly with Glacier, chasing after a rogue Threadpatch as a blast of wind attempts to pull him off course. » A small brown and large blue veer downward toward a patch of Thread at the same moment. Swerving to avoid the collision that is looming, the patch of thread flies past untouched and heads at Oenoneth. » The flash of red and orange before the bugle of frustration of a green announces the miss. The Thread is left to fall freely, twisting in the winds, at Oenoneth. Leiventh bespoke High Reaches dragons with « Glacier, straight line formation. These winds are too gusty, we can't let them fall past us! » » A thick sheet of Thread falls from the sky, forcing dragons that are somewhat near the silvery strands to speed up to deal with the menace. Among the red-orange bursts of flame, a tangle of Thread falls through, heading amazingly fast towards Jaireth. » Oenoneth is again called into action and the pair fly upwards to meet a large patch of Thread, diving upon the clump she flames but in order to catch it she was traveling excessively fast, she flames one patch and then disappears between leaving behind only a gout of cut off flame. Reappearing almost above herself she uses the same breath to char the second clump that attempted to score her green hide. » Corineth swings into the straight line formation as requested by their glorious leaders. His rider passes her brown more firestone. » On Verenth, Avalanche settles into a swept-back V-formation, to better free greens and blues for greatest manuverability to chase after those Threads that make it through the upper Wings. The browns and bronzes of the Wing move into an anchoring position at the ends and mid-way through the line. » Tavaith dives in on the the Thread! Flaming the thread patches first the one then the second, falling back into formation, quickly W'red gives Tavaith more friestone too chew. » Swerving quickly to avoid a clump of Thread that has been upswept by a thermal, a bronze avoids a harrowing injury. However, the clump twists past and targets Leiventh. » A loud cry erupts from the lips of a rider of a bronze that is clipped on the wing by a swiftly descending clump of Thread. It continues to writhe and fall, heading directly for Kaylith. » Leiventh is quick to spot the approaching clump of thread, a quick communication marking it as his. The bronze sweeps in, letting forth a belch of flame, though a few silvery strands linger, forcing the dragon *between*. A heartbeat later, the bronze appears behind, and another searching destroys the last remnants. » Jaireth is pulled to the left towards Glacier right when a fast-flying sheet of Thread makes its way to intercept him. Turning sharply, the winds at this one moment actually help boost him to the side in a near-miss, turning his head to flame it at the same time. » Another thermal that refuses to cooperate with the fighting wings turns a clump from one heading into a another. This mass of Thread heads right at Corineth. » Qeteth settles into the formation, flying lower below the other group, letting out a loud bugle and barrel rolls when Tavaith chases after a sheet of Thread, falling in below him to make sure none break through. » A flank is threatened by a patch of silvery-grey as the winds turn a sheet of thread into the formation of dragons. A patch manages to get through the initial defensive flaming line and head towards Leiventh. » Kaylith veers off right avoiding a rising thermal, then swiftly pulling back into formation. Bugling her challenge at the ancient enemy, the little green turns on a wingtip avoiding a nasty tangle. Flaming strongly as the clump falls from above reducing it to hot char. Shan ducks flat against her neck to avoid the ash. » Corineth, as soon as he moves into the proper position, is acosted by a mass of Thread. With a roar of defiance, his maw opens and a fiery burst of flame erupts, burning the Thread into ash which scatters in the gusty wind in all directions. » In the skies directly above a small blue is more Thread. Before he can react, the clump is split into two grey patches by an uncooperative thermal. The reaction to flame these patches must be taken by Oenoneth. A momentary respite allows R'hin the brief luxury of glancing around, checking on his Wing, giving out silent instructions. A second later, Leiventh's bassy trumpet draws his attention to the clump headed towards him, and the bronze beats large wings, rising up to meet it with a fiery challenge, leaving only dust in his wake. » As a green from the upper formations starts to go into a dive to get a missed patch of Thread, the bugle of her wingleader's dragon makes her return into position. The patch continues on its way to Leiventh. » Coming down with the same merciless intent as a harsh winter blizzard, the Thread writhes through an unprotected air space. A nasty clump of silvery strands falls just above and ahead of Tavaith. » On Verenth, Several Avalanche members break the formation together to cooperatively chase down a larger patch of Thread that escapes the upper Wings. They blink between to return to their positions in the Wing. » Oenoneth quickly enters action as she spots opportunity to flame, rising on the same thermal that split a clump she quickly dives after it in order to flame and send the former clump scattering into the four winds as harmless ash. » Leiventh barely sees the new clump of thread, and a warning from K'sel's brown gives him enough time to blink safely *between*. As the thread passes through where the Weyrleader pair was a second ago, the bronze reappears behind, flame belching forth. That done, the dragon turns his head for more firestone. » The crosswinds swirling around the fighting wings continue to pose a challenge to the dragons. Ragged from the gust of wind, a thick clump tumbles near Qeteth. » On Jaireth, B'yan leads the muddy bronze into a sharp dive near Leiventh, only banking up once the ash from the searing flame is felt. A blue from his wing tails close by, giving him a few seconds to look around at those near before another patch is found. » Writhing in mortal-seeking anguish, a sheet of Thread cascades through the upper tier of flaming dragons and heads without hesitation towards Jaireth. » Tavaith lifts his head slightly and sees the clump silvery strands just above his head and flame bellows from his maw as the thread is turned to ash instantly, W'red bends forward slightly and ducks his head to try and miss the falling ash. » Five strands of Thread are bound together by the winds to form a thick, evil looking rope. Almost mesmerizing in its movements, the rope falls to the left of Kaylith. » Leiventh keeps careful eye on his surroundings as the bronze hovers for a moment, long enough for an Iceberg green to blink into the air next to them, and toss over a firestone sack. Catching it neatly, R'hin waves a fist in thanks, securing the bag in place before returning to the fray. Corineth bespoke High Reaches dragons with « Need more firestone ehre. » » With many of the frontline dragonic pairs focusing their attention on clearing the skies of the Thread clumps, it is not surprising that a few patches of the silvery-grey Thread make their way dangerously close to Leiventh. » On Verenth, Resupply riders start to rise from the Weyr below, bringing up new sacks of firestone. For some /odd/ reason Avalanche Wing seems to be recieving the bulk of the tossed sacks, although the resupply riders do begin to pick their way higher in the Wings stack. » On Kaylith, Shanlee frowns as a bluerider twists out of formation, sending a silent command through Kaylith to pull him back in. A quick glance ahead and around ensures that the other wingrider's are holding their pattern. Suddenly Kaylith barrel rolls sideways as the twisting rope falls to her left, flaming and arcing downward to avoid a brown that had gone after the same rope. » Qeteth rolls to the side to avoid a collision with another blue bringing himself right onto a patch of Thread pushed through a gusty thermal. A roar followed by two short bursts of flame to char the silvery strands, scattering the ash back over his rider, turning his head to get more firestone. » Trecherous thermals twist a pair of Thread clumps and push them toward the fighting wings. Bright colours of flame colour the sky and punch holes through the mass of writhing strands but another gust of wind blows the reamining uncharred thread directly at Corineth. » The sheet of mortal-seeking anguished Thread comes sharply at Jaireth, which a sudden gust of wind nearly collides him in. Instead, he manages the left wingtip only scored before going Between and reemerge flaming. With a shriek, B'yan is feeding him more firestone already as he leads him back over near Glacier wing. » On Oenoneth, Shalyn catches a tosses sack of stone and secures it to her straps before pulling out a chunk and restoking Oenoneth's flame pit. » Leiventh is still alert enough - and it's early enough in the fall - that sharp eyes pick up the missed clump, veering sharply to the left before searing the patches falling towards him. It takes a little longer to get all the patches, but when it's done, the bronze sweeps through the crackdust that lingers in the air to return to his place. » The flash of red and orange before the bugle of frustration of a green announces the miss. The Thread is left to fall freely, twisting in the winds, at Tavaith. » On Tavaith, W'red gratefully accepts the tossed sack from the resupply riders and ties them securely to the straps as the fight continues, the Thread falling relentlessly from the sky. » Corineth's rider manages to catch a sack of firestone as her dragon proceeds to belch more flame at the next pair of Thread clumps which encroach his air space. He gives a roar of pleasure when it dissapates with a sharp blast of color. » Several greyish-silver patches drop from the skies at one time. Those that have not been flamed by the vigilant dragons in the forefront fall closer and closer to Sionath. » Blocked by a sheet of writhing masses of Thread, three dragons blink between quickly to avoid scoring. This, however, lets the sheet fall uncharred to intercept Corineth. » On Qeteth, Charis catches a firesack thrown over to her, moving quickly to attach it and let the empty one fall to the bowl below. Qeteth turns on his tail, diving down a bit before winking between to come out to flame a patch just about coming down on a green. » An angry tangle of Thread writhes, slipping between the attention of a bronze and brown dragon who are busy flaming heavier patches. The Thread hurtles downard, moving with surprising speed at Corineth. » Tavaith hovers for a short time while the resupply of firestone sacks takes place chewing the last of the stone from the previous sacks, fortunately not looking at W'red or the supply dragon Tavaith sees the green drop out in front of them and the Thread falling towards them, flaming the twisting swirling mass just before it hits the brown pair. » Corineth seems to be attacked from both directions by the Thread. He manages to flame the first attack but the second is too close. Both dragon and rider go between - the wind carrying off Rilsa's loud curses. » A thick clump of Thread is split neatly as a green lets forth a burst of powerful flame. One part is charred into black ash while the unmarred half twists, zooming toward Tavaith. Corineth bespoke High Reaches dragons with « Can't get the second piece ... watch out! » » The falling silvery-grey patches of Thread form a swirling pattern in the gusts of wind that carry the meance through the skies. Charring as best as they can, patches of the ropey death make their way past the dragons and end up splitting to head toward the Queen wing while the other appear in front of Kaylith. » Oenoneth rises to meet and dives after Corineth's missed clump, with a gout of flame it is devoured, and with a blink between Oenoneth is back in formation. » Suddenly, a large clump of Thread is ripped asunder by a gust of wind that forms four patches of the silvery menace which proceeds to target a large brown. While he is able to deal with two of the strands with precise flaming, the second pair of Thread patches are coming too fast. With a roar of warning, the brown blinks between to let flaming commence by Jaireth. » On Verenth, A knot of thread twists, blown sideways as the tricky winds toss the clump away from the flame of a green. There is a shout from the green's rider towards T'kel and Yelnth, but the older bronze and his rider are too slow to react. Even as the bronze instinctively turns to face the threat, it is too late, and the thread wraps around back edge of left wing and hindquaters. The bronze shrieks and goes between, returning halfway down in the bowl and dropping quickly. He manages to pull out of the dive just in time to make a rough landing down on the lakeshore. Even from far above, it is apparent the bronze is bleeding heavily. » Kaylith turns her head for more firestone, crunching through it as she banks sharply to the right attention focused on the writhing thread falling from the skies. Shanlee just catches a new bag of stone as the swirling wind threatened to pull it away from her. Securing it quickly, more stone is fed the little green, then the pair are fighting the strong crosswinds to pull upward and meet what they can of the clump before it falls through below them. Kaylith bugles in frustration as she only manages to flame half of it. » Near a bronze, a burst of flame temporarily blinds the eyes of the bronze and his rider right at the moment a patch of Thread reaches him. A shout of pain from the rider is cut short as the dragon and rider disappear between only to reappear seconds later farther ahead. The clump of Thread continues on its way, heading to intercept Verenth. » On Jaireth, B'yan ducks as the ash from the muddy bronze's flame flies into his face. With a strand suddenly coming at him fast, the bronze banks to the right, searing it to shreds before blinking Between to return to Glacier's formation. Verenth bespoke High Reaches dragons with « T'kel and Yelnth are hurt! » » Tavaith blinks out from *between* just as a thick clump of thread is zooming straight at them bellowing a huge flame Tavaith turns the clump into instant charred black dust left to fall harmlessly to the ground. His huge head turns to get more firestone from W'red. » A small brown and large blue veer downward toward a patch of Thread at the same moment. Swerving to avoid the collision that is looming, the patch of thread flies past untouched and heads at Oenoneth. High Reaches dragons sense that Leiventh's low thrumming is audible as a blue from Glacier tries to dive after thread. « Stay in formation! Let the lower levels get it! » » Writhing in mortal-seeking anguish, a sheet of Thread cascades through the upper tier of flaming dragons and heads without hesitation towards Kaylith. » Verenth slices his head through the air to flame the thread that dares to block his path! Flame, Thread, flame! The clump is swiftly turned into ash as the firestone-stoked blaze does its work. Verenth flaps his wings twice to gain more forward momentum. » A flank is threatened by a patch of silvery-grey as the winds turn a sheet of thread into the formation of dragons. A patch manages to get through the initial defensive flaming line and head towards Jaireth. Corineth bespoke High Reaches dragons with « My rider will take over from the dragonhealers once the all clear is given, Verenth. » » Several of the smaller Glacier dragons blink out and are replaced as the Fall continues, the fresher dragons attacking thread with enthusiasm. » On Oenoneth, Shalyn winces as she witnesses the injury to her wingmate. But as much as she want's to go help her friend there is a task that must be performed or there will be no one to help later. She and Oenoneth dive after a large tangle of thread and with an angry roar/belch from the lithe little green the hot flame dances out to engulf the silvery writhing mass before it can harm anyone. High Reaches dragons sense that Verenth replies that his rider understands. » Several greyish-silver patches drop from the skies at one time. Those that have not been flamed by the vigilant dragons in the forefront fall closer and closer to Corineth. » On Verenth, Melata calls for her riders to concentrate on the Fall, not T'kel and Yelnth...there is still work to be done. » Qeteth roars when the bronze is wrapped up by the Thread, diving down to where he was hit, spewing out flame to take care of any leftover. He falls back into formation turning his head for more firestone, chewing quickly, eyes whirling bright red. » A thick sheet of Thread falls from the sky, forcing dragons that are somewhat near the silvery strands to speed up to deal with the menace. Among the red-orange bursts of flame, a tangle of Thread falls through, heading amazingly fast towards Sionath. » Corineth swings back into position after the last flaming in time to flame a next one. With another rumble of disgust at the patch of Thread that is coming, his releases a reddish-orange flame to char the offending item to smithereens. » Jaireth flies hard at the strands of Thread coming his way, bugling as belches flame head-on. B'yan is seen ducking from the burning ash again just before the dragon takes him sharply back into formation, draconic eyes turning from the wingleader to Fall. » Suddenly, a large clump of Thread is ripped asunder by a gust of wind that forms four patches of the silvery menace which proceeds to target a large brown. While he is able to deal with two of the strands with precise flaming, the second pair of Thread patches are coming too fast. With a roar of warning, the brown blinks between to let flaming commence by Qeteth. » With many of the frontline dragonic pairs focusing their attention on clearing the skies of the Thread clumps, it is not surprising that a few patches of the silvery-grey Thread make their way dangerously close to Verenth. » More resupply riders are starting to come up from the Weyr, although this time they are focusing on the Wings higher in the stack. Firestone sacks start to fly. » One of the flying sacks is not caught and it arcs, heading down toward the lower wings. » The crosswinds swirling around the fighting wings continue to pose a challenge to the dragons. Ragged from the gust of wind, a thick clump tumbles near Kaylith. Corineth bespoke High Reaches dragons with « Falling firestone sack?! Watch out. » Oenoneth bespoke High Reaches dragons with « Watch out falling sack incoming! » » Leiventh finishes searing another clump heading towards him, hovering for a moment to ensure he's gotten the last of it before turning his head for more firestone. R'hin obliges, eyes sweeping over nearby riders, and seems to stiffen, making a sharp gesture at the blue who was chasing down Thread earlier. » Qeteth turns his head back after getting more firestone, flying hard through the unsettling gusts, almost pushing him out of formation. He sees the patches falling around the brown, pushing hard with his wings he lets out a long trail of flame scorching any left over, the charred menace hitting his rider in the face. High Reaches dragons sense that Leiventh's tones are thrumming with anger. « Berath, switch out! Go back to the Weyr. » » A loud cry erupts from the lips of a rider of a bronze that is clipped on the wing by a swiftly descending clump of Thread. It continues to writhe and fall, heading directly for Kaylith. » Verenth is forced to skip between this time as the thread writhes uncomfortably close to a wing scored long ago during Fall. It is probably a good thing he did so when he did, for the firestone sack that is plummetting falls right through where he was. He returns back to the formation, allowing a following green to flame the thread. The firestone sack continues to fall, never seen by Melata or her dragon. » On Jaireth, B'yan catches one of the firestone sacks being tossed his way and secures it just in time. The bronze sweeps close, flaming a rogue patch right then before he turns his head for more of the stone. » Coming down with the same merciless intent as a harsh winter blizzard, the Thread writhes through an unprotected air space. A nasty clump of silvery strands falls just above and ahead of Verenth. » On Kaylith, Swiping an arm across her goggles to clear them of ash, Shan's face tightens as the news of T'kel and Yelnth's injury comes through. Flattened out against Kaylith's neck to avoid hot char flying back from a brown's succesful flaming ahead the greenrider curses as a green behind them is almost clipped by a falling bag from above. A shout of warning to her rider. Kaylith blinks *between* having missed the first clump she appears directly ahead of the next, flaming it to nothingness. » On Oenoneth, Shalyn almost has a heart attack as she witnesses the near miss of her wingleader, but has little time to react as she flames the thread left by Verenth. » Swerving quickly to avoid a clump of Thread that has been upswept by a thermal, a bronze avoids a harrowing injury. However, the clump twists past and targets Oenoneth. » Berath lets out a bellow, wanting to comply, but a clump of thread falls towards him. His rider urges him on, and the pair dive after the silvery rain, oblivious as a gust of wind sweeps a patch towards them. The blue lets out a cry of pain, echoed by his rider, and a second later the pair vanish *between*. One, two, three heartbeats later, and they're nowhere in sight. High Reaches dragons sense that Corineth roars in pain, « Berath! » » An angry tangle of Thread writhes, slipping between the attention of a bronze and brown dragon who are busy flaming heavier patches. The Thread hurtles downard, moving with surprising speed at Corineth. High Reaches dragons sense that Leiventh's anger turns to alarm, then a keening wail. « BERATH! » » Verenth is ready this time as the most recent thread clump heads his way. He tags the tail end of it, and like a match set to a smith's blasting fuse, the fire climbs the thread until it is no more but ash. Verenth's head jerks up as the crying of a dragon's death sweeps the Weyr. High Reaches dragons sense that Kaylith's own voice is added to the mourning keen for a lost dragon » A thick clump of Thread is split neatly as a green lets forth a burst of powerful flame. One part is charred into black ash while the unmarred half twists, zooming toward Oenoneth. » Blocked by a sheet of writhing masses of Thread, three dragons blink between quickly to avoid scoring. This, however, lets the sheet fall uncharred to intercept Verenth. » Corineth is angry, quite livid at the Thread who dared to take away one of their own. His flame is is large and angry. » The last patches of Thread fall from the skies as Threadfall comes to an end finally. With a resounding roar, the fighting wings return to the the Weyr. » Leiventh hasn't the luxury of stopping - not in the middle of fall - and the bronze's attention and focus is swiftly returned to the clump that's falling for them. The angular dragon lets out a bellow before searing the thread to crackdust. » Oenoneth disappears between and emerges above herself in a dive after the updrafted clump that tried to engulf her, flaming into harmless ash. However she hardly has time to recover when she must again belch forth a gout of orange flame to finish charring a clump of thread left by another green. » Jaireth sears one coming near before Fall ends, his own keening wail heard over one of his own's death as he keeps up formation. » Verenth has among the last knots of thread to contend with as it makes it's way through the overhead wings. He charges foward out of position to sweep it with flame, ending with a little hiccup as it vanishes into nothingness that is swept away by the gusty winds. He then backs up into formation position once more, waiting to see if more thread is to fall, or if that was the last one. » Qeteth stays alert, flying hard and precise, banking left to let out a small flame to catch the last of the thread. The cry of the other blue disappearing between to never return rips a bellow from the dragon, rider slumping slightly in her straps as the last of the thread disappear. He falls back into formation, watching and waiting for more orders » As the last of the thread falls away, dragons and riders, tired, begin to make mistakes. One of them is in Iceberg's wing, flicking between with the last of the resupply sacks, only to do so in the midst of one of the last clumps of thread. There's barely a cry as the brown flicks between, and another wailing keen goes up. High Reaches dragons sense that Corineth keens again as another is lost. High Reaches dragons sense that Leiventh's keen is added to the voices springing up, and only when it fades does he add, tiredness in his voice, « All clear. Wings, report in. Return to the Weyr. » He begins assigning other wings to sweeps of the area, as he leads the formation back to the Weyr. » Oenoneth With the skies seeming clear now takes time to add her own rakish keen to the weyr's voice as she mourns the lost riders. » Verenth leads Avalanche around in a vast circle, then drops down towards the Weyr. You glide downward in the bowl, towards the west wall. » On the ground below, Rilsa unstraps the leather straps around herself, letting them fall to the sides. You wing down and land lightly on the ground. » Rilsa hops off of Corineth, and slides down one leg to the ground. » Shalyn clambers down Oenoneth's side to the ground, using her straps as handholds. » Melata clambers down Verenth's side to the ground, using his foreleg as a step. You vault down Leiventh's side to the ground, using his foreleg as a step. Western Bowl, High Reaches Weyr(#880RJs) Standing on the western side of the bowl, the high crownlike spires of the Seven Spindles on the north wall tower magestically above the roughly ovoid bowl floor. Near you, a large boulder stands, placed almost exactly in the center of the bowl. This side of the bowl is busy with the constant flow of residents and visitors around the entrance to the living cavern to the southwest and the lower caverns to the west. To the north, the large opening on the upper wall leading into the hatching grounds catches your eye. Directly below it, the ground entrance to the same area seems almost tiny. Northwest, the weyrs belonging to the junior queens of High Reaches are accessible from a short set of stairs and a path of carefully laid black marble leads from them to the entrance to the living cavern. To the south, a few ground weyrs remain unoccupied, in case any visiting or injured dragons need them. The evening is clear, not a cloud to be seen, giving you a perfect view of the stars. The smaller Belior is a nearly full waxing gibbous while Timor is a nearly full waxing gibbous. A definite wind can be felt and the spring air is warm enough, with only a slight chill. Views: Junior Queen Weyrs Contents: Melata Shalyn Oenoneth Verenth Rilsa Leiventh Corineth Obvious exits: LIving Cavern Lower Caverns Hatching Grounds Ground Level Guest Weyrs Eastern Bowl Floor In the sky directly above, Kaylith flies down to land gently on the ground. Kaylith has arrived. In the sky directly above, Tavaith wings down and lands lightly on the ground. Tavaith has arrived. In the sky directly above, Jaireth backwings to a neat landing on the ground. Jaireth has arrived. Shanlee jumps down Kaylith's side to the ground, as the dragon rumbles softly. Shanlee has arrived. In the sky directly above, Qeteth wings down and lands lightly on the ground. Qeteth has arrived. B'yan jumps down Jaireth's side to the ground, the dragon's sparkling eyes watching closely. B'yan has arrived. Charis climbs down Qeteth's side to the ground, using his straps as handholds. Charis has arrived. W'red hops down Tavaith's side to the ground, as the dragon rumbles softly. W'red has arrived. Rilsa slides off her dragon and starts to do a cursory check over him even as her eyes glances toward Yelnth and T'kel. After several moments of intense, hand and visual checks, she thumps Cori's side and moves to Yelnth. In the bowl, to the east, On Sionath, Sionath's keen joins the others, Emilly on her back looking pale, jaw tight. Rider and dragon wait for the signal from C'len before breaking off and returning to the Weyr, Charis unbuckles the straps, removing her goggles and helmet to wipe at the ash on her face. When she hits the ground her landing is a little unsteady, reaching up to grab her strap, but moves around Qeteth to check him out to make sure nothing is wrong with him. R'hin pulls off helmet and gloves, face smeared with dust as he surveys the dragons on the ground. He looks visibly tired, but straightens, moving amongst his wingriders first, leaving the dragonhealers to their work for the time being. Murmured comments are spoken to each in turn, with the occasional forced grin and a slap on the shoulder. "Well flown," he murmurs to B'yan, pale eyes perhaps a bit red-rimmed. "You and Jaireth did well. Any injuries?" Shalyn jumps to the ground and immediately pulls off her helmet, goggles and gloves, tossing them aside she quickly inspects Oenoneth, walking around her to look for any injury or signs of strain. Her ungloved hands tactility inspecting any area in shadow or in question. Once done she pulls off her heavy leather jacket and adds it to the pile next to her lifemate, giving her a parting caress she makes a vtol line for Rilsa and Yelnth. To the east, in front of the infirmary, Yelnth is among the injured dragons, whimpering even through the numbweed which has been applied to wing and hindquarters. Melata clambers down from Verenth. After quickly looking her dragon over to check for any obvious injuries and asking him about strain, she starts to make the rounds with Avalanche. She glances over once towards Yelnth and T'kel, but as they seem to be in good hands, she looks to those not hurt. The first stop is at Charis, "How are you and Qeteth." W'red face blackened from the ash of destroyed Thread, lifts his goggles up onto his helmet leaving two white circles around his eyes, the brown gets a rub as W'red walks slowly around him to check that there are no injuries no matter how small, before giving the brown another run and sritches on an eye ridge. Once Jaireth lands, a sharp cry is heard as B'yan jumps to the ground. The bronze holds out his left wingtip, which he checks immediately with a stony face, and is about to reach out and touch it when R'hin walks by. Turning to face him, "Nicked off the wingtip," he answers about any injuries as he glances back at the tip in question. "Could have been worse." It's only a beat before he turns back to the Weyrleader a gives a nod, "Thanks. You and Leiventh as well." Sionath tromps over from the eastern side of the bowl. Sionath has arrived. Shanlee lands slightly heavily in her weariness. Shan's on the ground even before she's refurled her wings and going over her inch by inch, loosening her straps and letting them fall to the ground as she does. Satisfied that the little green is unscathed, she begins a slow circuit of the Snowstrike pairs, stopping here and there to have a word with a rider. Emilly hops down Sionath's side to the ground, . Emilly has arrived. The lower caverns staff begin moving amongst the crowd of returning riders, handing out pots of numbweed and glasses of wine, where appropriate. Kaylith lands slightly heavily in her weariness. Shan's on the ground even before she's refurled her wings and going over her inch by inch, loosening her straps and letting them fall to the ground as she does. Satisfied that the little green is unscathed, she begins a slow circuit of the Snowstrike pairs, stopping here and there to have a word with a rider. Emilly pulls her helmet off, frustration on her face as she stows it in the straps and hails one of the staff down for a pot of numbweed. Sionath drops her neck obligingly, rumbling softly in pain at the minor score on her neck. "It's not bad," Emilly states clearly and starts slathering the wound with the stuff. "Doesn't even need stitches," she notes, lips pursed. "We have to duck faster." The Weyrleader frowns, turning to watch the attention of one of the lower caverns girls, collecting both numbweed and wine from her. "Here," R'hin thrusts the pot of numbweed at B'yan first, "Have the dragonhealers look at it when they're done--" he pauses, glances over his shoulder at the Avalanche dragon, and half grimaces. "--and this for later," the wineglass, too, is proffered. Melata continues on in her rounds, stopping next at Shalyn. "How're you, then? And Oenoneth." Taking the offered numbweed, "Will do," B'yan drawls tightly as Jaireth continues to shove his wingtip near him. The wineglass it taken as well, shaking his head at the bronze before he glances at R'hin. "Might take more than this," he returns smoothly, already knocking the wine back before he sets the pot down and starts to tend to the score wound. Shalyn stops in her course to Rilsa and Yelnth to report to her wingleader, "We're in good condition ma'am, some minor ash burn on her muzzle and some minor strain in her left wing, she'll be flight worthy by morning." Rilsa listens to one of the dragonhealers as they report on Yelnth and then proceeds to take over. Her voice is soothing and quiet as she talks to the bronze. As she sets the other dragonhealer to redworting and numbweeding the hindquarters while she starts working on the wingsail. Melata nods at Shalyn, then continues her rounds finally ending with W'red. She looks at the rider with his raccoon-eyed face. "You and your dragon okay? Any injuries?" Shanlee stops at C'len's side, nodding as he speaks quietly with her, then moves on over to Emilly. "Rinse with redwort first, then numbweed." she advises "You two flew well." a glance over her shoulder has her lips pursing in annoyance. W'red smiles, white teeth showing through, he still hasn't bothered to wipe his face, "Seems to be all in order ma'am." Shalyn approaches Yelnth fromt he side, "How can I assist Rilsa?" she asks the senior dragonhealer. "They'll be plenty enough for all of us," R'hin assures B'yan, that grimace lingering. "I suspect we'll need it," he adds in a low tone, perhaps more a self-directed thought, though easy enough for the other bronzerider to hear. He moves on to speak to the rest of the wing, then catches C'len's eye, moving to talk to the Snowstrike Wingleader in low tones. "Already did, up there," notes the older greenrider in return to Shanlee, face solemn. "Not well enough, better next time, I suppose." Emilly continues slathering the numbweed on and gestures towards the spray bottle tucked into her straps. "For on the fly treatment," she musters a slight grin for the 'second. "Otherwise the ash sets in." "It's just a nick, you--" B'yan starts in on the bronze before shutting his mouth and letting out a heavy sigh. At R'hin's response, "I'm right with you on that one," he sends his agreement of the wine as he tends the left wingtip once he washes his hands down. Once the Weyrleader moves away, he turn back to the bronze to add "Could have been worse, so quit whining." Melata has finally made it through Avalanche, and now with that done, she continues on to the dragonhealing area. She pauses as she looks at the activity, taking in bronze Yelnth and his rider, who has been pulled to one side as T'kel is being less than helpful. Finally Melata makes her way to Rilsa to ask about the bronze's prognosis. With two dragons already lost, another would not be a good thing. Shanlee raises a brow "Well thought out Emilly. Think I'll speak to C'len about having that become standard practice for Snowstrike." a self-effacing chuckle appears "Anymore handy tips?" genuine interest showing through. "Excuse me a moment." she holds up a finger, frowning as a familiar voice starts to berate a certain bronze dragon "Need a hand there B'yan?" R'hin finishes his conversation with C'len, and spotting Melata heading towards the dragonhealers, makes his way in her direction. "Any word yet?" he murmurs to Avalanche's Wingleader, glancing at Rilsa and the other dragonhealers at work on the bronze. "Not today, wingsecond," says Emilly politely, her equanimity returning now that Sionath's seen to. She smears the last of the numbweed on and peels her gloves off, nose wrinkling in distaste at the patina the salve leaves on the leather. "Of course," she nods as Shanlee moves off and casts a look up at Sionath, the two doubtless having an unheard conversation about flaming fully and ducking appropriately. B'yan rubs absently at the ashburns on the side of his face, just as Shanlee appears by Jaireth. Looking her way briskly, "Jaireth got it off the left wingtip," he explains with a hard look at the bronze. "He's acting like it's going to kill him." Beat. "Wrong choice of words," he adds in a lower voice with a look towards the really-injured riders and their dragons. He nudges at the numbweed pot with his foot towards her, "You can check and see if I'm doing it right," he adds to the greenrider as he starts laying it on again. Rilsa stands on a table that was provided and proceeds to suture the wingsail with her typical clinical detachment until the crisis is over. "You'll be good as new ..." she says to the bronze before speaking to the approaching Melata and R'hin. "Serious threadscore on the wingsail and hindquarter. He should not have been in the air ... The hindquarter will heal in a sevenday or so but the winsail will take several sevendays to get back into shape. I recommend grounding and resting in a ground level weyr after a sevenday or so in the infirmary." Rilsa mutters something that could or could not be under her breath in regards to T'kel, "And give that man a bottle of liquor to stop panicking Yelnth with his own ..." The rest fades away as she focuses on suturing the more delicate part. "Shalyn, I need you to help me with the thread - keep it from twisting as I pull it. With a slow exhale, R'hin nods at Rilsa's prognosis. He pauses for a beat, as if trying to decide how to phrase the cool words that follow, but forges ahead regardless, "They'll fly again?" Charis removes her riding jacket, tossing it to the ground, still moving around Qeteth to check once more before leaning into him, rubbing his muzzle gently. She had nodded to Melata when she was making her rounds, but now pats the blue. A hand is reached up to retrieve the empty firestone sacks, putting them in the pile with the rest before she wanders over to where Rilsa and Shalyn are tending to the injured dragon. Melata frowns as she looks over at T'kel, who is speaking to a dragonhealer himself on the other side of the bronze. "He says that the dragonhealers cleared him to fly: his bronze's one of the older ones in the Wing and I was afraid he was slowing down, so I asked T'kel to have the 'healers check the bronze over. Please tell me that he was cleared to fly thread." Rilsa pauses momentarily in her suturing to give R'hin a long look before she answers. "He will be able to fly as he was cleared originally - non-Thread duty. Watchrider, transports, hunting, elevator duty. No threadfall." The answer also is sent to Melata before she resumes the suturing. Shalyn redworts and oils her hands, "Yes ma'am." is her only answer as the mounts the table so as not to distract Rilsa in her operation. Her fingers nimble and gentle as she guides the thread, careful not to put any additional pressure on the tattered wingsail. Her eyes watch with keen intrest everything that the older woman says and does. Shanlee glances upward at B'yan's face, concern flickering then hidden "Ask him to keep his wing still so we can have a proper look." the 'we' including the Capable at her side. The bronzerider's next words get a sharp look "It hurts him, just speak to him and let him now he's going to be okay." Kaylith in the meantime has sidled over and is offering her own croons of sympathy and encouragement. "Redworst rinses the ash off and stops infection." the greenrider begins then shakes her head "Nevermind, I see that's taken care of already." Another glance at B'yan's face "You need to rinse that, here." a waterskin is tossed his way. R'hin's glance slants sidelong at the Avalanche Wingleader with a slight clench of jaw, though he doesn't say anything, gaze travelling back to Rilsa. "Neither Niyath nor Teonath's clutches have gotten bigger," is all he says, but more than enough to convey his meaning. He's hiding it well, but the two riders have been around long enough to at least suspect he's worried. A tip of head is given to Rilsa, as he says, "I'll await your report. Thank you." W'red finally gets a little water to clean his face but seems to just move the dirt from the ash around leaving it looking worse than before he started, but of course he can't see that. He looks around and it seems all the injured dragons are being cared for, including Jaireth, so he takes a glass of the wine that the cavern girls are handing out and downs it in one gulp, quickly taking a second that he nurses a little more slowly. Rilsa doesn't pause this time as she speaks. "You an override my recommendation, Weyrleader." She slows in her suturing as she approaches a tatter in the wingsail that needs to be stitched carefully. "But his death will not be on my head ..." "I wouldn't dream of doing so," R'hin answers, quickly and firmly, to Rilsa's words. Melata sighs and shakes her head. "Well, then...T'kel lied to me. He claimed that he had been passed for threadfall duty, but there wasn't enough time to confirm with the dragonhealers. There's a lesson in that...but I think T'kel's learned it well enough, it seems. I'll have to talk to the rest of the Wing, again...riders /have/ to listen to the 'healers." She looks over at R'hin, "R'hin, I think 'listening to the 'healers' is something that needs to be spread to all the Wings." B'yan sends some words unheard Jaireth's way that gets the bronze to still the waving of his wing. He reaches out to Kaylith, no longer crying out now that the numbweed is starting to take effect. The bronzerider notes Shanlee's concern with a short shake of his head to indicate he was fine, even though he does take the offered waterskin to start cleaning the ashurns he received. "He'll be fine now," he drawls belatedly, nodding now that she and the capable dragonhealer are present. Emilly looks around to check and most of her wing who aren't injured or otherwise needing treatment are disbanding to their weyrs or the baths. The greenrider, hops back up on Sionath an the pair wing over to the lake to rinse down. Emilly clambers up onto Sionath's back, using her straps as handholds. Emilly has left. Sionath shifts slightly as her rider mounts. Sionath has left. In the sky directly above, Sionath rises effortlessly into the sky from the ground below. "As I said, the final decision is yours." Rilsa says, giving a slight smile as she comes nearer the end of the work. "I didn't mean to imply you would do anything to intentionally hurt one of your own." Shalyn weaves her finger in and out of the long thread as rilsa sutures the tattered wing back together careful to insure it does not get twisted, and just as careful to insure any twists are quickly unwound. R'hin settles a level gaze on Melata, nodding sharply at her words. "For all of us, yes, Wingleader," he says mildly, then, as he spreads his hands, "Dragonriders were made to fight Thread. Many would go to great lengths to do so." Exhaling, he tugs off his gloves, tucking them under an arm, as he says to Rilsa, "I trust your judgement. That's all I need." "Thank you, Shalyn." Rilsa says, her tone to the trainee grateful. "Smooth as Fortian silk." She ties off the thread and drops to a crouch on the table, to be closer to R'hin's eye level. "Thank you. T'kel is a dedicated rider and you are right, he can't understand that sometimes, the spirit is willing but Yelnth's body is weak. He can't take much more and survive. I'm sorry. We're doing the best we can with what we have." Melata sighs, "Just do your best, Rilsa. I, for one, will be talking with my Wing." Shalyn smiles and nods, "Thanks for letting me assist Rilsa, it was very... educational." she clips off the excess thread and cleans up any remaining instruments keeping them separate for cleaning and sterilization. Any gauze and scraps of thread are bundles up for disposal. Charis hops up onto Qeteth's back, as the dragon rumbles softly. Charis has left. R'hin returns Rilsa's thanks with a nod, respect in his voice as he says, "That's all you can do. They live," only the slightest of pauses there, long enough to catch himself, "And we've a great need for watchriders." He unbuttons his flight jacket and begins to shrug it off, grimacing a moment as he does so, a minor ashburn visible on his upper arm. A faint twist of lips follows, as he slings flight jacket over his other arm. "Have that taken care of, R'hin. We need you in mostly one piece." Rilsa says as she hops off the table, handing the long curved needle to one of the novices nearby along with the thread, leaving Shalyn to handle the rest with her obvious efficiency. "If you two will excuse me, I want to get him settled into the infirmary. Weyrleader, you'll have my report by morning." Melata nods to Rilsa as she herself goes on over to talk to T'kel, at least as well as can be talked to when he's getting somewhat on the drunk side. Qeteth has left. In the sky directly above, Qeteth rises up into the sky from the ground below. "I will. Corineth did well today. We're glad to fly with you," R'hin says to Rilsa, and with one last look at T'kel, begins moving amongst the crowd once more. Shanlee peers at the bronzes now stilled wing, waiting for the Capables assessment, nodding she she speaks "Okay, thank you Ma'am." Turning to B'yan, the greenrider relays what had been said as the Capable gets called away to another dragon "It's not too bad, just keep it clean and use numbweed until the pain subsides. I'll look in on him now and then if you like?" Holding up a wad of cloth soaked in redwort, the greenrider comments "Here, clean those burns with this before you put numbweed on it." The bronze is given another look "Poor thing, he fought well too." Rilsa meanders towards the eastern side of the bowl. Rilsa has left. B'yan starts to wash the side of his face with the water as Jaireth is tended to. he nods stiffly about the Capable's words, then catches the cloth for his own. "Might be best," he returns about her looking in on the muddy bronze. Another compliment to the dragon's flying has him showing a crooked grin before he one-handedly starts unbuttoning his jacket. "Like he needs a bigger head," is all he returns with despite the wry grin being sent Jaireth's way. Then he starts to look in on the others in the bowl, eyes coming across W'red and Tavaith. Circling around one final time, R'hin heads not for the infirmary, but the Weyrleader's ledge. Leiventh follows suit, lifting up with a slow circle, doing a circuit over the sands before settling onto the ledge. You go towards the eastern side of the bowl. |
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