Ephyra carefully inspects and re-inspects every inch of grey strap over Ygrath's hide, while Ygrath, in turn, inspects every inch of protective covering on Ephyra.

Elny carefully sets down Noeth's fighting straps so they won't get too terribly tangled.

Noeth carefully picks up Noeth's straps, trying to avoid tangling them.

Telinda tugs sharply a final time at the straps, then gathers up the battered old agenothree tank and sprayer, shouldering into the awkward assemblage before gaining Tiarnath's outstretched foreleg and climbing carefully.

Haven pulls on an oversized jacket and fastens it up, nodding to J'mis. "WEyrlings!" she bellows out, "Front and center!"

Kytiara steps into the rush-padded depression of Kytiara and Belenth's Couch.

Belenth steps carefully down into Kytiara and Belenth's Couch

Elny finishes checking Noeth's straps and the pair scrambles into place between B'non and V'rey.

Kirana steps back, having just arrived, her eyes wide.

Ephyra winces at Haven's bellow and hastily darts to where she was directed to.

J'mis stands behind the WLM, holding is riding helmet in his hands.

Haven takes a deep breath. "You've all been duly trained. There isn't a person out here that I don't see as being unable to go up there and come back down here for an ale after the fall is over." She scans the nervous group.

*> Elny pats Noeth's shoulder. While she's clearly nervous, the brown is only eager to join the fight.

*> Haven sighs. "J'mis will be leading the wing tonight. I'll be down with the Queen's wing." She pauses, and smiles a bit. "I'll see you on the ground when you're done," and then she turns and leaves for Pendrath.

*> J'mis steps into Haven's spot after she is done. "Mount up!" he barks and then slides his helmet on.

Telinda fastens herself in securely into Tiarnath's straps, shrugging until the agenothree tank settles more comfortably on her back. She gives the tank an experimental tap, muttering something under her breath. Hands tug on her riding helmet, before they start patting at the front of her riding jacket trying to find the bulges made by her gloves, she pulls them from the pockets to draw them on, tugging at the wrist of one with a fidgety movement as she glances over to the other wings. She nods once to Eliora, raising the sprayer in acknowledgement.

*> Elny clambers up onto Noeth's shoulder with the aid of his straps.

*> J'mis grabs a one-handed hold of Vagranth's riding straps and vaults to his lifemate's shoulders.

*> On Noeth's shoulders, Elny straps herself to Noeth's fighting straps.

*> Haven finds a place on Pendraths back, using one of the dragons forelegs for a boost and then getting secure with the riding straps.

*> Pendrath whuffles quietly, and waits patiently as Haven climbs up and settles herself between his two upper neckridges and straps herself in.

*> Ephyra gives the dainty green a loving scritch, then uses Ygrath's extended foreleg and the hanging straps to vault atop the green's back.

*> On Noeth's shoulders, Elny checks (again) that her helmet is securely buckled.

*> Noeth croons excitedly under his breath. B'non and V'rey mount up only a heartbeat behind Elny.

*> Tiarnath tilts her head towards the lake, a low rumble starting in her chest. Wings twitch and unfurl slightly with anticipation.

*> The day seems almost too perfect -- the morning mist retreating before the warmth of the winter Southern sun which sets the lake to sparkling. Everything is still, as if waiting in anticipation for the moment that the deadly hiss of Thread can be heard, and the sheet of grey can be seen. The younger dragons tremble in anticipation, eager to be airborne and fulfilling the purpose they where destined for. The older dragons lift their heads, multi-faceted eyes whirling scarlet in defiance of the airborne terror that approaches. All across the landing field everything stands in readiness, the weyr is prepared to greet and flame this age old adversary, as it has done so countless times before.

*> Pendrath rumbles and looks at Maristh, ready to leave

*> On Vagranth's neck, J'mis looks around, and then satisfied, pumps his fist up in the signal to rise

*> Vagranth soars to the sky over Southern Weyr.

*> In the northern sky, Vagranth moves towards the the sky over Southern Weyr.

*> Noeth soars to the sky over Southern Weyr.

*> In the northern sky, Noeth moves towards the the sky over Southern Weyr.

*> Seated on Maristh's neck, Eliora gives the signal for the queen's wing to rise scant seconds after the others leave.

*> Tiarnath crouches, muscles tensing in readiness. She gracefully unfurls her Champagne and Pearl Gold wings, launching herself into the air with a powerful thrust of her hindlegs and a modicum of stirred dust.

You soar to the sky over Southern Weyr.

*> Ygrath moves towards the the sky over Southern Weyr.

*> Pendrath moves towards the the sky over Southern Weyr.

*> Tiarnath's eyes whirl with a reddened swiftness, her deep-toned bugle ringing out defiantly as she assumes her place with the queen's wing, below the tiers of the fighting wings above. Head swings to croon at Pendrath somewhere off to her left.

*> Noeth bugles as he follows Vagranth into the sky. In position on either side of him, Calialth and Fininth echo his eagerness.

*> Vagranth bugles as J'mis pulls the weyrling wing into the lower fighting canopy, and signals for a V formation

*> Calialth falls back slightly and Fininth moves forward as Noeth's trio moves into the indicated formation.

*> The sea coast is just out of view, tiny waves can be seen only by the surf they are creating - the water shifting between the shades of blue. Below the lake looks oddly calm in comparision. Lush jungle spreads out below, low, undulating hills, and the wide pastures of the Weyr and Hold just beyond. Above all that, descending, bringing an omnious heaviness to the sky, is the impeding Threadfall. The silence is oppressing, broken only by the sudden beating of the dragonwings, as the wings rise into place.

*> Ygrath angles her way behind one of the smaller blues, maintaining her steady speed.

*> Vagranth trumpets, always a touch over eager, even at his age, and confers with Revarth as the Raider's move in to make the first flames

*> The first of the writhing spores begin their insidious decent, and Revarth bugles his defiance, enraged that the thread would dare to fall over his own home. The deadly rain is met mid-air, the first flame going to the Weyrleaders wing. Every dragon trumpets in unison, and the battle is joined in earnest.

Dragon> Vagranth bespoke Southern Weyr with << Weyrlings! Be ready. First clumps are passing through Starfall now. Right flank, flame! >>

*> Noeth belches a large gout of flame at a thin clump of Thread, charring it most satisfyingly.

*> As if guided by a perverse intelligence, a fair sized clump finds the only week point in the airborne coverage, passing just within range of the Weyrling wing's deadly flame. Thread descends in a sheet of deadly nightmare, one clump gets rather close to Vagranth's wing.

*> Vagranth turns his head to flame the clump, but is too close. He winks between, arriving far forward of the position, leaving the weyrling on his left flank to finish the job

*> Tiarnath skims through the air steadily, she and the other members of the queens wing separating and reforming below and behind the passage of the fighting wings, Telinda throwing her weight to the side in her straps, leaning hard as she flicks the lever on her agenothree tank and widens the range of the resulting spray to catch a clump that's slipped past Starfall's wings.

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Noeth is on Vagranth's right flank...

*> Pendrath rumbles and slowly chases after a few meager strands of thread, irritated that he cannot be up with the other dragons this fall.

*> Fininth arches his neck and flames a thin drizzle of Thread, as usual for Weyrlings, using a bit too much flame for the Thread. Next to him, Noeth bellows and dives slightly to sear a small clump, then pumps his wings to get back into position.

*> The steadfast bronze and browns of the Southern's wings sweep through the despised thread like a scythe through a golden field ripe for harvesting, the more agile blues and greens darting to catch the less accessible clumps. One such clump falls towards Noeth.

*> Another clump falls between a pair of greens high up in Raider's wing, and they both turn to intercept, but just before collision they both *between*. Neither dragon had flamed and the clump falls --successfully having navigated the air defenses of the weyr -- towards the queen's wing.

Dragon> Tiarnath bespoke Southern Weyr with << There's no way I can get that. Pendrath?! Would you be so kind? >>

*> On Noeth's shoulders, Elny looks up and spots the clump. Quickly, she and Noeth blink /Between/ while Calialth intercepts the clump and burns it to ash. Calialth swoops back into position as Noeth and Elny reappear.

*> Pendrath starts to veer towards the larger clump as it gets dangerously close to the jungle canopy. He flames it, effectively, though Haven will probably chastise him about singing that tree top

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Noeth begins to see what greens are useful for...

*> On Vagranth's neck, J'mis looks over his shoulder, watching the progress of the wing.

Dragon> Vagranth bespoke Southern Weyr with << Weyrlings! You're pulling too far apart! Its getting thicker now - everyone pull online! >>

*> Caught up in the wind, a ball of slithering Thread moves towards the rear line of the Weyrling formation. A young green and her rider -- directly in its path -- they dodge *between* leaving it for Ygrath and her rider to deal with.

*> From Pendraths back, Haven looks up, trying hard not to fret.

*> Shadowmoon wing becomes hard pressed as a heavy concentration keeps them busy. The Queens' wing moves to cover from below, the wings functioning together like a well oiled machine might. Ash and char begins to fill the air, the grey particles casting a fog like appearance to the entire proceedings, the gloom broken only be the blinding flashed of dragonflame.

*> Noeth sideslips into position, bugling to Fininth and Calialth to do the same. Fininth blinks /Between/ to avoid a silver Thread, which Noeth sears vigorously. Calialth bugles to the blue as he reappears.

*> An old blue and his rider blink in from *between* on a refueling duty, almost directly in the path of a clump of the flesh-rendering spore. Of all the dragons and riders, only Noeth is in a position to act and save the otherwise doomed blue and his rider.

*> Ygrath trumpets her receipt of the orders, and daintily swerves on a wingtip to pull closer to the clump, letting fly a blast of flame a hair too strong. The wind catches the ashes, flinging them back toward Ephyra. After a momentary wince, she calmly pounds the ashes off the spot on her left arm and Ygrath pulls back into formation.

*> Noeth lets loose a roar of flame, definitely overkill, but it completely sears the clump of flame.

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Pendrath trumpets << Good save, Noeth! >>

*> On Noeth's shoulders, Elny pounds on Noeth's shoulder, though what she says to him is lost to the wind. Then she straightens up and signals to the refueling rider that she needs more 'stone.

Dragon> Noeth bespoke Southern Weyr with << Really? Thanks! >>

*> Tiarnath trumpets sharply, warning off a badly-placed greenrider as both dragons angle towards a tangle of silvery threads as they pass through the wings above; the green blinks *between* to re-emerge with her wing. Tiarnath slows her forward flight with a slight backwinging to bring Telinda into position with the agenothree sprayer, coming up just below the clump.

*> Vagranth hisses as a he passes through a cloud of fresh ash and one cinder hits his shoulder. The bronze blinks through between, and when he comes back into formation, J'mis leans over, cussing, to be sure, but the wound is simple and small. He diverts his attention to the left flank, arm signal the order to put more space between the dragons

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Pendrath rumbles << Yes, really - now back to paying attention! >>

*> The struggle continues onward, dragon and man against the mindless evil of thread. The wings are now at the disadvantage of having to fight the leading edge into the sun, its glare making the marking of the falling ropelike matter devilishly difficult. A silverly tangle seems to hover just to one side of Ygrath.

*> With a dart of olive slik, Ygrath twists around as quickly as she can and fires a blast to char the clump, managing to hold most of the flame in check this time.

*> Fininth squeals and blinks /Between/ as an unexpected half-charred Thread nips the end of his tail. When he reappears, the Thread is gone, but a mark is left on the blue's tail. Noeth bugles his concern as he pauses in his flaming to take a lump of firestone from Elny.

*> Tiarnath pulls steadily at the air with her wings, taking off at a sharp angle from the rest of the queens wing towards a clump passing through Starfall's wings at a particularly belabored spot. Something seems to be wrong though -- no agenothree comes out of the tank! Tiarnath banks hard to one side, letting the silvery tangle head down towards the ground.

Dragon> Tiarnath bespoke Southern Weyr with << It failed! Now she's mad. >>

*> Pendrath glides effortlessly to flame a clump that passes by Shadowmoon. He bugles as Remarra waves him off, taking the clump herself as the junior gold bugles for him to go to Tiarnath

Telinda seems to be swearing and wriggling around in her straps a fair amount, and there's even some metal clashing sounds. A moment later a stream of agenothree blasts out in a firey trail, almost singing her lifemate's eyeridges.

*> Vagranth bugles to the blue, waiting until he's sure Fininth is fine. The bronze surges forward, moving the wing to compensate for K'mist's repositioning of STarfall

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Pendrath rumbles, amused << My mate says she will take your mate to the smiths directly after threadfall if she has to, Tiarnath >>

*> Noeth turns back to flame a loose clump before it gets past him. Calialth squeals and blinks /Between/ to avoid a tighter clump. Behind her, Kievath flames it to ash. The two greens bugle to one another as Calialth reappears.

*> As the fall wears onward, more dragons blink between from either exhaustion, injury, or a combination of the two. The battle weary Raiders wing is replenished by fresh riders, their vitality adding a new lease of life to the airborne extermination of the alien parasite drifting toward the green jungle just below. A large clump disentangles itself, forming two smaller but nontheless deadly enemies to be defeated -- one to either side of the weyrling wing, just behind the lead of Vagranth.

Dragon> Tiarnath bespoke Southern Weyr with << Something will be done. She says it works now. >>

*> The clumps wind slowly downwards, heading right for Brown Noeth and Green Ygrath.

*> Noeth bugles to Fininth, who bugles tiredly and rises to flame the half-clump to char. That done, the blue bugles to Vagranth and then blinks /Between/, heading for the ground. Calialth is only half a heartbeat behind him. Noeth bugles and flames the approaching clump.

*> Ygrath hurridly takes another clump of stone from Ephyra, but doesn't take the time to chew it daintily. A quick dive, a burst of flame, and the ash fliters down to the ground.

*> Vagranth trumpets, and orders three greenss to land as they fade in energy. No replacements come for the weyrling wing, which is mearly riding supplemental this fall, and J'mis orders the remaining weyrlings to pull in ranks

*> The sun starts to become hazy through the black cloud of ash, incandescent flashes of dragonflame still visible throughout. The hazy illusion tests the endurance of the riders, causing them to squint to spot the approaching strands. A brown of Shadowmoon wing misjudges a pass, and the pair vanish to the deathly chill of between, reappearing seconds later into the landing field, the poor dragon screaming in agony. The clump, unheeded, passes down towards the queen's wing, right towards Pendrath.

Dragon> Vagranth bespoke Southern Weyr with << Ygrath, Runith, Hywenth! How is your strength? Do you need to land? >>

*> Pendrath bugles and rises, searing the clump and making it look effortless. Haven turns, straining against her straps to see the status of the injured brown if she can

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Ygrath projects her insistence to continue her role as guardian. She has to protect everyone. << I can last. >>

*> Noeth obediently flies into his new position, burning a clump of Thread from the sky with his usual slight excess of flame.

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Vagranth flickers red eyes at the green on his flank. << No - you are done for today. I can see the weariness in your wingbeats. Land! You too, Hywenth! >>

Dragon> Noeth bespoke Southern Weyr with << |Calialth bespeaks the weyr << Don't be a complete wherry, Ygrath. Come down and rest. >> >>

*> The chardust now covers all the riders and dragons, and as the downpour of devouring organisms continues the valiant riders continue to fly and flame. Three clumps line up, in perfect position to feel the wrath of Vagranth and Noeth.

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Pendrath snaps at the weyrling dragon << Enough, Calialth! Let Vagranth run his wing! >>

Dragon> Ygrath bespoke Southern Weyr with << I am not a wherry! I'm /supposed/ to protect everyone! >>

*> Tiarnath wings after another clump spiralling down from the wings above. Telinda leans back in her straps as the gold banks, bringing her into alignment, the goldrider toggling the switch and letting loose a spurt of flame, searing the menance to nought but ash.

*> Vagranth rumbles for the brown yearling dragon to take his right and then belches, diving into the clumps, making quick work of two of them

*> Noeth finishes chewing another lump of firestone and roars flame at the remaining clump. Hot ash blows back across the brown's shoulders and he squeals.

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Pendrath bugles, angry << YYYYYGRATH! You will land /now/! >> Ephyra doesn't have to see Haven's face to guess its probably nice shades of red right now.

*> Thread continues to fall, its silverly damage beckoning to the land below. It is slowing thought, the wings moving into a tighter formation to make sure that none escapes. Not to be outdone, a strand escapes, its silverly menance almost invisible as it slithers towards Ygrath, giving her one final chance to flame and leave.

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Noeth bespeaks the weyr << I'm alright. It's very hot. Ygrath, watch out! >>

*> Vagranth turns and looks at the weyrling dragon, rumbling something that probably includes chastisements about not dipping between

*> Noeth bugles to Vagranth and then sears a thin Thread from the sky.

*> Without notice, and without leave, it stops. Thread no longer falls from the sky, the Red star pulling it out onto a different location. A few stray strands fall into the jungle, likely a nice meal for the grubs down there. The signal goes up from R'lien! Fall is over and the wings are to land.

*> Vagranth bugles triumphant and turns the wing, leading them down to land

*> Pendrath rumbles and follows the green in to land

*> Noeth bugles triumphantly and follows Vagranth down.

*> Pendrath flies toward the broad Landing Field below.

*> Tiarnath furls her Champagne and Pearl Gold wings slightly, backwinging to a slow, but graceful landing, hindmuscles absorbing the impact with ease. With a modicum of fuss and stirred dust, she settles with a rustle of wings, warbling an exuberant greeting to those close by.

You fly toward the broad Landing Field below.

You jump down off of Tiarnath with lithe grace, the Champagne and Pearl Gold nudging your hip playfully as you reach the ground.

Ygrath moves towards the the broad Landing Field below.

Vagranth moves towards the the broad Landing Field below.

J'mis slides off of Vagranth with practiced grace.

Haven unstraps herself, and slides down Pendrath's side to the ground.

Pendrath warbles quietly and settles himself down as Haven unstraps herself

Lily moves towards the dragons, calling out, "Is everyone okay?"

Telinda waves and drops the tank to the ground, giving it a hefty kick. "Gotta go check in with the ground crews" she says, taking off.

Noeth moves towards the the broad Landing Field below.

Ephyra deftly swings herself off Ygrath's neck and uses the green's straps to slide to the ground.

On Noeth's shoulders, Elny unstraps herself from Noeth's fighting straps.

Elny uses the straps to lower herself down to Noeth's knee, and then jumps to the ground.

Ephyra throws her arms around Ygrath's neck exhuberantly. "We did it!"

Elny hops off and gets Noeth to crouch down so she can look at his shoulders properly. Noeth warbles insistently that he's alright.

Haven starts mingling through clusters of dragons, and riders, occasionally getting pushed aside by a healer or dragonhealer, tending to the wounds on the weyrling dragons and their mates

Lily nods slightly at the movement on the field. Looking at Xavier she gestures toward the hall. "Here, I'll get you something to eat."

Haven turns around "EEEPHYYYYYRRRRAAA!"

As she looks around for the weyrling.

Elny has a few small ash marks on her cheeks and a few small scorches on her jacket, but other than she's clear. Noeth, too, is just fine. Calialth and V'rey are likewise, although the green is clearly tired. B'non's Fininth has a scorch on his tail, where a half-charred Thread clipped him. B'non is slathering numbweed on it.

Dehealer goes over to B'non, "Lets take a look at it, son," he says, fatherly, "We'll get him healed up here."

Ygrath very conveniently lowers her head to check out her lifemate very carefully - and just happens to block Haven's view.

Lily strides over to the Weyrhall.

Haven stops short and orders, voice booming from turns of yelling above the winds. "FRONT AND CENTER, IRA!"

B'non looks up gratefully at the healer. "We didn't duck fast enough, sir. He says it doesn't hurt anymore, though." Indeed, Fininth looks like he's feeling very little pain.

Ephyra shoots a rueful look at her dragon, who actually manages to look abashed. Can dragons blush? Perhaps. Ira gives Ygrath a final pat - making her last respects - and steps smartly forward. "Yes, Haven?"

Dehealer nods and starts to look over the wound "Its rather superficial. We'll need to clean it out to prevent infection, but not much more. How are you, son? Any marks on you we need to see too?"

B'non shakes his head. "No, sir." He watches carefully as the healer cleans his blue's injury.

Haven pulls open her riding jacket. "I swear..." she mutters, face red, "I think you weyrlings are out to make me have my baby early with all the grief I get!" She pulls off her gloves and shoves them into a pocket, "Help me understand...." She says, tone going softer, but the angry edge is still there, "Why it is Ygrath disobeyed orders and stayed /up there/?"

Ephyra winces. "It...it may seem silly, Haven..."

Haven purses her lips "Try me. I /may/ laugh..." But you doubt she will.

Elny tries to be inconspicuous as she starts taking Noeth's straps off the the brown and inspecting them, but it's clear to anyone who looks that she's trying to listen to the lecture Ephyra's getting.

The way Haven's yelling, anyone could hear the lecture Ephyra's getting

Ephyra scuffs at the dirt with her boot. "She didn't want to stop...she /likes/ protecting people. She's a dragon, she's a guardian, that's what she's /for/. And she insisted that she wasn't all that tired...she wouldn't lie to me. Would she?"

Haven sighs "Yes, she would." Tone softening a touch, "Well, not lie, but misjudge her own ability." She looks up at the green for a moment, "There is a reason why you can't be tapped for a wing until you or your mate get blooded, Ira. We can't have dragons convinced they can save Pern by themselves and are invincable. We don't need a dead pair of heros." She lets her last sentence sink in.

Noeth croons to Elny, his tone slightly puzzled. Elny just gives him a Look and continues inspecting their straps.

Haven pulls off her coat. 'Do you remember, oh, right before this clutch hatched, a rider I had in my wing named H'zel? He died after his first fall in my wing. His dragon didn't think twice about trying to save his three up there from every clump that came down." She folds up her jacket over her arm, "The healers tried for 3 days to keep him alive, hoping they could pull out. I don't want to have to put your dying body in Ygrath's arms so she can take you between one last time..." And with that, she turns and heads into the weyrhall.

Haven strides over to the Weyrhall

Ephyra crosses her arms, actually starting to look offended. "Who on earth made up this stupid rule about having to lose a limb before you can be in a real wing? I got burned, I'll have you know....

Elny turns completely white and starts lecturing Noeth in an undertone. Noeth croons to her reassuringly. V'rey calls over, "Ease up, Elny. Noeth didn't do any of that."

Dehealer hears Ephyra and goes over, "Burned you say? Where at, young lady. Lets take a look."

Ephyra trudges back to Ygrath, grumbling. "I think it's stupid to be punished because you're /good/."

Ephyra makes a face as the healer comes up behind her. "It's not bad enough to get me into a wing, obviously, so it's nothing /you/ should have to worry about."

Dehealer straightens up, "No need to snap at me, young lady. An ash burn is enough to get you a wing rider's knot, but that attitude'll keep you ferrying stone." His tone is somewhat fatherly, like a light chastise, "She's only worried about you and your mate, Ephyra. A wingleader's hardest job is writing to a rider's kin, letting them know they're family member didn't make it back from fall. And it happens far too often for anyone's comfort."

Ephyra says "There was nothing to worry /about/! She was fine!"

Elny makes a face at V'rey, but stops lecturing Noeth. Elny calls over to B'non, "How's his tail, B'non?" The blue weyrling looks concerned, but shrugs. "He says it doesn't hurt anymore, and he wants to go to sleep. The healer says it'll be okay..." Like most weyrlings faced with their partners first injury, he doesn't look entirely certain.

Dehealer nods slowly, "This time. But the clearing behind the weyrhall is filled with dragons that pushed themselves too hard. Greens tend to do that. Its why your wingleader has to carefully watch all his wing's dragons for signs of fatigue."

Ygrath gives a mournful warble, gently nudging Ephyra. Ira sighs and nods. "All right, all right." She loosens her jacket, wincing as she rough material slides off her left arm. "I'm sorry I snapped at you, sir. Could you please take a look at my arm?"

Dehealer nods and smiles, opening up his bag. "That's my job. Lets see.... you've got a little bit of blistering here, but not much"

Ephyra nods, wincing again at a bit took much of a poke. "It was just a /little/ bit of ash...I didn't expect it to hurt this much."

Elny finishes inspecting Noeth's straps and carefully rolls them up. B'non and V'rey do much the same, although V'rey keeps shooting icy glances at Ephyra.

Dehealer grins just a bit, "It always hurts more after the fact." Using a scrap of clean cotton cloth, he swabs on redwort

Ephyra says "Thank you."

Fininth warbles tiredly and heads towards his weyr, B'non trailing after so he can look at the blue's tail. Calialth warbles shrilly at V'rey.

Dehealer smiles and applies numbweed then wraps the elbow in bandaging. "Clean and change your bandaging for two days, then you can leave the bandaging off."

R'lien gives a grin and a salute type wave as he wanders down onto the landing field.

Elny salutes R'lien as she watches Calialth and Ygrath.

V'rey makes a snide remark about Ephyra and Ygrath under his breath as he salutes R'lien and then he and Calialth head towards their weyr.

R'lien returns the salute and takes his flight jacket off and gives it a few waves before finding a tree limb on the edge of the feild to hang it from. "Hope it doesn' rain on us t'night."

Ephyra spins on her heel to glare after V'rey. Unfortunately, her hearing is very good. "What was that for?"

At the edge of the field, V'rey yells out, "I said, If you're already ruled by Ygrath's idiocies, I don't want to see you just before she Rises!" Then he disappears into the trees.

Elny winces and glances after V'rey.

Mugwort chitters, hopping to a higher branch. Noisy humans!

Ephyra stamps her fot angrily. "She wasn't being idiotic!"

R'lien just shakes his head, "Well, it was a good fall none the less, nobody dead."

Elny briefly contemplates answering Ephyra, but decides that would be *really* dumb, so she just nods in agreement with R'lien.

Elny yawns and Noeth nudges her towards their new weyr. Elny peers up at the sky and says, "I *really* hope it doesn't rain," before trudging up the path to the northern weyrs.

Noeth ambles toward the Northern Weyrs.

Elny walks toward the Northern Weyrs.

Eliora enters from the lush lakeside meadow.

Eliora waves to Ephyra and R'lien both.

R'lien smiles, "Heya Eli."

Eliora grins, "I was just going to take a look around and see where the weyrlings are moving into."

R'lien grins, "Sounds like a good idea, never hurts to know where they live..."

Eliora nods her head and looks around, "Think I'll start thata way."

Eliora heads northeast, into the Northeastern Weyr Clearing.