Tiarnath> Landing Field - Southern Weyr(#33RDJ$)

Tiarnath> Shadara works on getting the firestone backs equally distributed on Saith's straps and then sets several bags beside the green for when she starts to chew the stone, 'Yes love, that better?"

Tiarnath> Dyani smiles her thanks at her fellow candidate. "Heya, Onshana. We could use any help offered right now." A few of the other sackers nod their agreement but don't pause in their work.

Tiarnath> Tiarnath croons as she folds her wings back along her neckridges with an economical gesture. Neck arches, peering over her shoulder to the rider on her back, who at this moment is leaning over the golden hide, hand stretched out and a small smile playing across her lips. Adjusting the straps of the flamethrower, Telinda grins down at those loading up dragons, "Holders are expecting us" she announces, "Groundcrews are waiting for reinforcements."

*> Onshana nods and starts stuffing the bag with the firestone. She says to Dyani quietly.. "It is kinda exciting. Though not like trying to get father's herdbeasts into shelter before thread hits."

*> Dyani raises a hand to the junior weyrwoman in a combination of wave and salute, then turns back to Onshana and the other baggers, giving her fellow candidate's words a nod of agreement. "You can say that again. Threadfall is one of the most exciting times in a Weyr, but one of the most depressing as well. I hope we don't get too many injuries tonight." A quick smile is given to Master Farin before the candidate returns to her current duties.

*> K'laarn strides over from the Northeastern weyrs.

*> K'laarn smiles over at other riders, eyes going down the rows of his wing to make sure that everything is in prepared.

*> Shadara sighs and scritches Saith and starts to feed the green the firestone necessary to flame thread. She salutes Telinda and then nods to K'laarn as she turns to open the bags of stone to make sure Saith gets all she needs.

*> K'laarn stops by Shasta and her dragon, and studies her calmly. "Shasta," He calls, summoning her attention.

*> Onshana nods as she finishes stuffing a bag and sets it aside. She starts on the next as she continues to talk. "We are going to be fairly busy, no doubt."

Telinda checks and then rechecks her straps, shrugging until the agenothree tank settles more comfortably on her back. Hands tug on her riding helmet, one hand deftly securing the buckle before she replaces her gloves, tugging at the wrist of one with a snapped movement. Eyes glance around, looking over the other wings, before she turns back and nods once to Eliora, sprayer raised in acknowledgement.

*> Shasta's attention swings quickly, alertly, from watching her brown chew 'stone, to her wingleader. A quick salute is given him, and a prompt, "Sir?"

*> K'laarn shoots a scowl over in Shadara's direction, followed by a lifted eyebrow before he says "Shasta, I want you flying as my second tonight, and we'll see how you do in carrying forth my orders." his voice is decisive.

*> Farin glances up and down the rows of dragons, eyebrows wrinkled a bit as he nods to himself.

*> K'yam strides over from the Eastern Weyrs.

*> Ruisth enters from the lush lakeside meadow.

*> Shasta's back straightens, not in her usual defensive posture, but with suprise. "Yes, sir!" She answers, a little stunned apparently.

Middy> Kylia slides out of her cot and waves to Thessa before moving quickly outside.

*> Dyani grabs another empty bag and begins filling it. "Busy is an understatement. I have a feeling I'm going to be pulled from groundcrews to help the healers again, not that I mind, of course."

*> K'yam finishes cinching a strap on Ruisth as she moves into Flight position.

*> Kylia enters from the lush lakeside meadow.

*> K'laarn nods and says "Good. Then he moves on to K'yam and says "K'yam, I hope you're ready for this Fall. Is Ruisth stoked?" He observes the green carefully.

*> Onshana nods a bit. "Well, you'd be useful that way. " She her hands work quickly from all her time doing it.

*> Kylia jogs out from over near the barracks, pausing only to spot where all the candidates are, wandering over towards them. "Did I miss the directions?"

*> Shasta, at Muinyth's reminder, breaks her straight-backed position, and gives the brown another couple good sized lumps of 'stone to pulverise. As her wingleader heads to check on the rest of the wing, she begins running over the brown's straps yet again, checking each joint in the leather.

Telinda leans over the neck of her lifemate, nodding at something Eliora says to her, "Sure, I'll promise, as always, to be nice with the Queen's wing!" she says with a wink. "No heroics, no. Yes, yes, Tiarnath, that means you."

*> K'yam nods, "Aye sir, she's good and ready."

*> Dyani nods in answer to Onshana. "And it's something I could probably be more handy with." She glances up from her filling to wave to Kylia. "Just in time to bag more 'stone with us, Kylia."

*> K'yam tightens a strap here and a strap there while Rusisth munches away on stone.

*> Onshana waves over at Kylia with a dirty hand. "Hi there, grab a sack." And she starts in again.

*> Shadara nods as orders are passed along Starfire wing and she turns to look at Saith to be sure she's ready

*> K'laarn grins then at K'yam. "Good, I expect you to do as well as you do in drills." Then he looks out over his wing. "Mount up Threadbane!" Of course, the command to fly will wait to come from R'lien's lips.

*> K'laarn easily climbs upwards onto Rnayth's proffered foreleg, then vaults the rest of the way to his neck where he seats himself comfortably. He looks down at the young bronze and pats his neck lovingly.

*> Kylia wrinkles her nose but applies herself towards the work of sacking the 'stone. Grabbing up a bag per offer of Onshana, she takes a sack and moves over towards a pile, beginning the process of filling. "Oh I just did this earlier, and had a bath...gives me an excuse for another though" she murmurs to the girls with a little half grin.

*> In the northern sky, Ceruth moves towards the open sky above.

*> K'yam scrambles up Ruisth's side, with a bit of assistance from a graciously extended foreleg. He settles in between her two forward neckridges and straps himself in.

*> Shasta swings up to her place astride Muinyth, her lifemate welcoming her with a deep rumble.

*> Atop Rui, K'yam tightens his riding straps and adjusts his seating, waiting for the signal to Fly.

*> Shadara mounts up as the order is passed along, her head tilting against Saith's muzzle as her green firelizard heads betweeen to wherever she is going.

*> Shadara climbs up onto Saith's back as the green gives them a boost with her foreleg.

*> N'all strides over from the Northeastern weyrs.

*> Ceruth lumbers over from the Northeastern weyrs.

*> Mounted on Saith, Shadara buckles herself securely into place.

*> Farin walks toward the Weyrhall.

*> Dyani chuckles at Kylia's reply, but nods. "Me too, but I'll probably have to help with injuries after 'fall, so I won't get another bath for a while."

*> Onshana chuckles at Kylia "I did a turn earlier today as well, but this is different." She passes over to a rider the bag she just finished and picks up yet another bag. "Ah yes.. a bath that will be wonderful.."

*> Saith rumbles quietly as she waits, a whiff of 'stone laden breath coming from her as she looks to the Wingleader's lifemate, awaiting the orders to launch.

*> Muinyth shifts, not quite impatiently, but as close as the mellow brown ever gets to it. Umber-streaked wings extend, as both he and his rider await the command to rise.

*> N'all comes in with a squad of Weyrlings in tow, obviously ready to graduate, "Okay, you sorry lot, I fully expect to come back with all of you. Anything less will not make me happy. This is it, this is the real thing. If you lose your wits, you lose your life. Now, mount up. We'll join up after the main fighting force leaves." He nods to Telinda, "Weyrling wing reporting, ma'am."

*> Kylia hmms softly. "Well you were a healer before, right? I'd offer, but I'm afraid I've no practice in the art of healing unless it's mending a torn shirt." She smiles a bit, her hands continuing to shove stone into a sack. Once finished it's handed over towards a rider, and she repeats the cycle again. "A nice /long/ bath."

Telinda grins across at the Weyrlingmaster, "Thanks, they know where they should be, so let's make this a smooth fall." She turns to R'lien, "All ready, Sir! Queen's are ready when you are."

*> Rnayth fidgets slightly, his head lifting as he tests the air with his mouth open. His tail flickers behind him in anticipation as orange-fire bronze wings flex.

*> Dyani nods to Kylia. "Aye, which is why I won't mind too much." She cocks her head to the side as she bags. "We can always use another hand to give us things we need, if you really want to help us, Kylia."

*> Kylia shrugs a bit, wincing as she manages to scrape her hand with a rigid stone. "Well, you mean just run and get things and bring them back to you? I can do that. I just hope there's someone on either end that knows what your asking for looks like."

*> As the wings mount up, and one by one each signals readiness, the Weyrleader gives one final appraising scan over them before giving the signal to rise.

*> N'all turns towards the Weyrlings, inspects each of them in turn, as all eight with him pass the muster he returns to Ceruth. Looking at R'lien, "We'll between in our normal real echelon position and then I'll distribute them to the light wings."

*> N'all mounts Ceruth with a nimble and practiced motion, using a thoughtfully lowered forelimb. He nestles himself into his spot between two neckridges. From the ground, he all but disappears from the view.

*> 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.

Northern Sky - Southern Weyr

*> Saith, Ruisth, Rnayth and Muinyth fly towards the sky over Southern Weyr.

*> Mounted on Saith, Shadara nods and thinks so Kylia

*> Tiarnath's eyes whirl with a reddened swiftness, her deep-toned bugle ringing out defiantly as she assumes her place at the front of the queen's wing below the tiers of the fighting wings above. She turns attention to the Weyrleader, waiting for his signal of readiness to head *betweeen*

*> Rnayth leads his wing, a tiered following of dragons that are to fall into flight pattern behind him. K'laarn starts making handsignals -- other commands conveyed via dragon to dragon, most of which has been decided before hand by Weyrleader and Wingleaders.

*> The wings seem to hang mid-air, attention set on the Weyrleader for his direction to go *between*. His hand raises, and the signal is given.

*> Tiarnath disappears into Between.

Between

You suddenly emerge...

Sky above Sadrid

*> Tiarnath, Ruisth, Muinyth, Rnayth, Saith and the other dragons of Southern emerge from Between with a blast of cold air!

*> Ruisth 's eyes whirl red as she scans the sky for impending battle.

*> High above the far eastern plains of Sadrid, the fighting wings of Southern Weyr arrive from between in formation, eager to meet Fall, and sear Thread from the skies.

*> Sitting behind Rnayth's first neckridge K'laarn checks over his shoulder, to make sure the entire Wing stayed within the pattern specified for this fall. He nods approval, as he sees very few mistakes, and those quickly rectified. Rnayth allows a curl of fire to prematurely flicker from his snout.

*> A smudge of grey appears in the sky to the east, like grease on a window. It spreads, becomming silverish, and begins to become discernable as clumps of Thread falling Pern-wards.

*> Muinyth beats his wings once, restraining he urge to rise prematurely, tense with anticipation.

*> The first few clumps streak towards the uppermost wing, silver ropes tangling, mindless.

Telinda flickers a look over her shoulder, hand directing the other queenriders into position, before she looks back to the grey sheet of death in front of her. Tiarnath raises her head, and bugles to the threat.

*> What started slowly soon picks up tempo, the Thread clumps starting to come thicker, closer together. While at first the uppermost wing could take care of most of the clumps, now most get through, falling through the air to the lower levels.

*> AS the leading edge appears, K'laarn makes some directive movements with his hands, directing greens to the top of the tiers in his wing's formations.

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Rnayth commands! << Hold steady Threadbane! Here it comes! >> He sounds excited, battle ready.

*> Ceruth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

*> Saith gives a bugle as she waits for the orders to surge up to meet the menace, the sound becoming a roar along with the rest of her wing as they start to flame the menacing fall.

*> Ruisth roars challenge in her trebel voice as her Wing prepares to engage the Enemy.

*> From her seat astride Muinyth, Shasta's head cranes upwards, perched in a seemingly precarious position. The brown maintains his position, emitting a low rumble of challenge to the age-old enemy.

*> The wind picks up, and the Thread doesn't plunge directly to the ground, rather, it is swept sideways, clumps joining in some places to form sheets, only to be ripped apart by the turbulence from a passing dragons' wings.

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Saith bugles, mind filled with anger at the sight of the enemy, << We sear it from the skys. >>

*> Ceruth emerges from *Between* a distance behind the wings already engaged. On his back, N'all surveys the situation and dispatches the weyrlings to where they need to be. Ceruth's powerfully graceful body moves at the command of thought and N'all falls into the Weyrleader's wing.

*> Tiarnath skims through the air with surprising agility for her bulk -- skimming low, and barely missing the tops of trees -- she and the other members of the queens wing separate and reform below and behind the passage of the fighting wings. As one clump spirals down from above, Telinda throws 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 Sunfire wing, taking the top of the tree with the resulting flame, which thankfully doesn't ignite further.

Dragon> Rnayth bespoke Southern Weyr with << Be careful! K'laarn says the thread comes sideways as was expected by the harsh winds. Fly in the formation you were told to for this wind! Keep in formation! >> Rnayth bugles this to the Threadbane wingriders. Then a warning, << Careful of that clump, Ysith! >> >>

*> Rnayth soars forward, flame roaring from his open jaws, matching the color of his hide as it sears the silvery death that comes tumbling through the skies. A green darts above, dextrously catching smaller clumps.

*> Ruisthceases her bugle and begins to flame bright orange death at the mass of tangled evil that falls from the sky. She darts above Rnayth dextrously catching smaller clumps.

*> One such sheet is swept suddenly downwards, towards Threadbane. Distracted by the sight of it, a young blue doesn't turn fast enough, and the silvery outline of a single Thread is seen draped over his wing, just before he disappears between. Moments later, the blue reappears, the damage only slight.

*> Saith flies after a clump as Shadara and she warn the rest of her wing that they are going after the tricky clump, getting it before it can sear one of the more inexperienced blues in her wing. She then heads back to her position as the ash falls down across the blue in a nice reminder of keeping alert.

*> Muinyth maintains his positon in the wing precisely, alerting others before rising on umber wings for a sheet of Thread. A trumpet of challenge is swept away with the wind just as the sheet dissolves in a burst of flame.

*> A loose tangle, twisting in the wind, with silvery tentacles seeming to reach out, streaks down. A green swerves to avoid it, but the wind from her wings sends it swirling straight for Shadara's green Saith.

*> All around, flashes of heat and light from flaming dragons flicker, and ash from flamed Thread swirls through the air. With deadly silence, a nearly spherical tight tangle drops through a thick cloud of ash, just above the foremost riders of Moonsweep.

*> Tiarnath trumpets sharply, a warning of caution for the future to a brown dragon above, warning off a badly-placed weyrling as both dragons angle towards a tangle of silvery threads in the wings above. The brown blinks *between*, barely missing flaming the weyrling to cinders and re-appears in position in his wing, the rider shaking his head. Tiarnath slows her forward flight with a slight backwinging to bring Telinda into position with the agenothree sprayer, coming up just another clump that has escaped, the burning conflagration nought but dust in a blink of an eye.

*> Saith tilts her wings and dives to the side, avoiding the clump before swinging aroind to sear the clump from a better angle, the ash falling over her as the wind's ever changing direction blows the remains of the clump across her.

*> Ceruth does what few bronzes can do, banks up nearly onto a wing to sear a passing clump of Thread; flame emergine an angry yellow-orange barrier between the menace and the fertile ground below. His eyes echo the color, whirling an enraged orange-red.

*> Muinyth evades the remnants of a wingmate's flaming, the tumbling threads flickering flame as they fall just beyond his wings.

*> Far below, the fields of numbweed and grain wave in the winds, strangely unpopulated given the time of day. But who'd be out during Fall? Several single strands escape the upper ranks, and tumble, spinning, towards Dawnguard, the last defense before the grub-depopulated soil.

*> From betwixt Rui's neckridges, K'yam reaches forward to dump more stone into his lifemates maw.

*> Muinyth gives a warning bellow to a green wingmate, who agilely darts out of harm's way, as the brown descends flaming on a sheet of Thread spiralling towards her.

*> A large clump of Thread drifts groundwards, slowed by the almost sheetlike formation. Appearing much like a net, it settles, appearing to be falling straight for K'yam's lovely green Ruisth.

*> 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 the upper ranked wings at a particularly belabored spot. The gold banks hard to one side, letting the silvery tangle pass to one side of her wings, where a deft move -- and thankfully those straps do hold -- lets Telinda incinerate the writhing mass into glowing ash.

*> Rnayth blasts out another confliguration -- controled spurts of f ire that neatly find their prey and char it to crackdust.

*> Ruisth arches her back and snaps her head in an upwards direction, sending a billow of flame (impressive in size for so small a Green) on a collision course with the net decending above her. Dragon and lifemate are both covered in burning hot ash, and Ruisth blinks *between* for a moment, then back. K'yam signals that all is fine before Ruisth turns on the next clump.

*> Bright gouts of flame flicker from Muinyth's granite-coloured jaws, almost a regular intervals as the Wing sweeps across the sky. Imperatively as this brown gets, he swings his head towards his lifemate, a request for more fiirestone.

*> The hold comes into view, beginning with scattered stone cotholds, below the westernmost edge. Orchards predominate here, that they are laden with fruit can even be seen from the height of the fighting wings.

*> Below, from within the Queen's wing, weyrwoman Remarra's gold flies out from the formation, wings beating as the gold goes after a clump that had escaped the riders above. Thumb toggles the flamethrower and sends a spurt of acid-induced flame at the menace. Nodding to herself, she and her lifemate return to their previous formation.

*> The Fall settles into, if not a routine Fall, then at least some semblance of a pattern. Time passes, counted only by heartbeats as a scored dragon disappears between, and by gouts of flame from dragons' mouths.

*> Ruisth continues her acrobatic darting to and fro, oft times passing above Rnayth as before. Golden orange flame billows from her mouth bringing a swift end to masses of thread, but soon it's obvious that she (as well as many other greens) are beginning to tire a bit.

*> Muinyth and S'lmon's blue Icth both begin to dive for a network of Thread that tumbles between their places in formation. A signal from Shasta, and the blue rises, sunlight glinting off his seemingly scaled hide, allowing Muinyth to sear the thread.

*> Mounted on Saith, Shadara has reconnected.

*> A bronze veers off to the left, his wings beating against the air to raise him to meet a falling clump. Those wingstrokes, however, affect the fall of several smaller tangles, whipping two together into a larger one that tumbles for Ceruth, and sends another scattering into separate Threads. These, swirling in the wake of the bronze, tumble for Rnayth.

*> Nearing midfall, the mixed forms of Thread formations shift, as the wind picks up. The layers of wind, sliding past each other in a laminar flow, spreads out the ball shaped clumps, forming wide sheets. Like enormous fishing nets, they drift downwards, until caught by another wind.

*> Rnayth readily turns his head to flame and char the thread tumbling for him. His blast of fiery breath claims it completly, leaving nothing but dust to scatter into the wind.

*> From the larger sheets, ripples of air flow from dragons wings pull individual Threads from the apparent weave, sending them spinning off. A small shower of the dangerous single Threads, so easy to misjudge, rains down towards Threadbane.

*> Ceruth holds his position neatly as his body just seems to snap-rotate about it's various axis, neatly flaming clumps as they fall towards him. It is N'all, however, that without losing his stoic impression, directs Ceruth towards the new threat, falling towards them. . .fast. Almost too fast, but not quite as Ceruth neatly launches an inferno of phosphine gas towards the clump, charring it neatly. Without wasting a wingbeat, another clump is flamed away before Ceruth turns his head back for more 'stone.

*> Tiarnath wings after another clump spiralling down from the wings above. Telinda leans back in her straps as the gold banks hard to starboard, bringing her into alignment with that deadly menance, the goldrider toggles the switch on her flamethrower and lets loose a spurt of molten flame, searing thread into grey dust that drifts unheeded, and unharmful, to the ground far below.

*> Saith gives another bugle as she gets more 'stone from her lifemate and then rises to flame a sheet of thread, rising above it and then flaming downward in a deep orange blast. getting all of it in one gout of flame.

*> An experienced blue soars upwards to meet a falling net like sheet, his flame causing it to crinkle at the edges, before more than half of it is burnt to ash. He disappears between before the rest can fall on him, appearing on the other side, and leaving the remaining sheet to Tiarnath to finish.

*> Muinyth emits a stream of Thread-searing flame, wiping single strands from his path, now and then flicking *between* to avoid missed ones.

*> Mounted on Saith, Shadara has partially disconnected.

*> There is a sickening *thwap* as Thread collides with a green who'd been paying too much attention to showing off her agility, covering her side and her rider with a silver net. A shriek, and where she was no longer holds a dragon - she's gone between. A seeming eternity passes as what she did not take between with her slithers towards Saith, and she finally reappears. But only for a moment, both she and her rider are badly scored, and they disappear again, to return to the Weyr.

*> Tiarnath quickly heads after the offending clump that the blue left behind. Setting the nozzle for a wide radius, Telinda only manages to catch approximately half of it, and gestures for Remarra to try. But before the other gold can get herself into position, a weyrling breaks formation, heading for the clump, searing it into obliteration, but earning himself a scowl and a rumble of displeasure from the queens.

*> Muinyth concentrates on the Thread falling around him, but Shasta's eyes seek out the place where the green disappeared, her breath caught. As the pair reappear, she lets out a relieved sigh, lost in the winds, and returns to the peril of the here-and-now.

*> Saith roars out as the other green gets hit and she sears the remains that didn't go between. She looks around then, following her wing, sticking in her section of the formation as Shar leans against the pull, straps holding her close to Saith.

*> From Ceruth's neckridge, N'all notices everything, he has to, and he knows that weyrlings name. And, for a few sevendays, where she's going to sleep.

*> Weyrlings advanced enough in their training, and older dragons unable to fight, begin appearing, laden with firestone sacks. For some, this is their first exposure to the menace they'll be fighting for the rest of the Pass, perhaps the rest of their lives. As riders begin to signal to them the resupply effort begins. But even still, Thread falls. As Moonsweep begins another sweep across, a turbulent gust of wind sends several sheets into flurries.

*> Rnayth only occasionally has to skip between, when a green or blue above misses a clump, and he can't get it in time. One in particular comes spiraling his way, and he moves into between, giving time for a brown nearby to catch the mass, right before he comes back out.

*> Ruisth dances between her green sisters as they work together at the top tier of the formation. Searing the silvery death from the sky and bugling proudly between, they make quite a sight.

*> Now directly over the main Hold of Sadrid, the Fall is steady, and thick. As the southernmost parts of the wings range over the foothills, the wind becomes unstable, turbulent. Growing cloud cover in this range makes falling Thread difficult to see beforehand.

*> Saith goes between as a clump falls towards her and Shadara, reapearing out of the way as a bluerider in her wing takes out the clump and she can return to her position. Shadara signals one of the resuppliers for a few bags of stone, just to make sure she and Saith have enough to get through the fall without any problems.

*> Muinyth, being one of the larger of the dragons in Threadbane, solidly maintains his position despite the wind's increase as they sweep over the foothills. As he dives through an incongrously puffy white cloud, his flame alights it an oarange shade from within.

*> During this resupply time, while the event is staggared, more Thread is able to break through the ranks of fighters. Tumbling, tangling, several clumps reach Dawnguard, one large one straight towards Tiarnath.

Telinda, seated firmly and squarely in Tiarnath's straps, looks up, blanches and directs Tiarnath *between*, not able to do anything about that writhing mass, and letting others take care of it for her.

*> The upper levels are momentarily overwhelmed by a thick spread of sheets, and several dragons go between, leaving a large gap in the cover. This unfortunately leaves Ruisth vulnerable.

*> Ruisth flames and zigs then flames and zags, trying to cover and maintain her cover at the same time she takes out as much of the mass as she can before trumpeting a warning and blinking *between* to return on the other side of the sheet.

*> From her seat astride Muinyth, Shasta leans as far out as her straps will allow, as a struggling blue weyrling launches a sack full of 'stone to her. The catch is made, and soon Muinyth's restoked, and flaming again.

*> The wind proves to be a blessing in at least one way, despite the effects it's having on the Fall. At least the air isn't choked with ash as it so often can. Visibility isn't bad, but even still, now and then there's a peircing cry as a weyrling experiences first blood.

*> Muinyth fights the turbulence that the unsteady weather provokes, his broad wings beating steadily. Above, a green disappears between, evading plummeting silver Threads. The clump is alight from below by the brown's flame, leaving naught but crackdust.

*> And still the Threads continue to drop steadily, sheeting here, the occasional single Thread there. Starfire finds itself in the middle of several large sheets, suprisingly far more than the nearby dragons can hope to flame at once.

*> Saith looks around her, eyes whirling that still deep red color of rage as she sears more thread, coming at a falling net like sheet, letting it fall through the blast of flame she breaths, leaving it to fall as crisped ash and embers. Shadara leans back in her straps to look around and make sure there are no clumps falling towards her or her lifemate.

*> Rnayth sails through the sky, his flame a b right beacon of fire as it flares out and extinguishes when its need is through. Around him, Threadbane's wing flickers with flame in sporadic bursts to meet the Thread.

*> Weyrlings send full sacks of 'stone flying, unloading their lifemates and returning to the Weyr for another load. While in the process of flinging a full sack, the young brown lifemate of a girl falters, his tail brushed by a Thread. The pair vanishes between, and the clumsily tossed sack plummets down.

*> From betwixt Rui's neckridges, K'yam has reconnected.

Dragon> Saith bespoke Southern Weyr with << Tiarnath, some thread falls down, too much for us to get it all, can Dawngaurd catch it? >>

Dragon> Muinyth bespoke Southern Weyr with << Thread's not all that falls... >>

*> Muinyth veers as a full sack of firestone streaks past, but doesn't allow it to distract him for long. Filling his wings with ash-laden air, he rises, flaming, for a clump.

Dragon> Tiarnath bespoke Southern Weyr with << We're already on the case! Opps! Hey Hannenth, did you catch that sack or did it hit the holder on the head? Could be intere..oh, alright, Telinda, we'll go that way. >>

*> Fall begins to taper off, though tired dragons become a little sloppy in their fighting. Two hesitate, and neither flames a rather large patch. It falls straight for Rnayth.

*> From Ceruth's neckridge, N'all scowls towards the falling sack, and then grimaces as Ceruth hauls him nearly vertical to sear another clump.

*> As the wings move over the western fields of Sadrid, the Fall lessens even more. And yet, a sloppy rider brings his dragon too close to a sheet, and as a result only half of it is flamed before the brown disappears between. The rest falls towards Muinyth.

*> Tiarnath peels off from her present trajectory, heading towards the clump that wriggles down from above her, near Saith, backwinging slightly, her rider flames the organism into hot ash, hand wiping her goggles clear of the residue that's left.

*> Rnayth sucks in a breath, chest expanding. His lurid gaze finds the thread as it comes toward him. His wings spread, putting him in a glide as his jaws twitch and spread, letting forth a beautiful bright fiery flame that singes the thread, getting most of it, but whisking away a small bit that trails down toward the Queen's wing.

Dragon> Rnayth bespoke Southern Weyr with << Queens, another thread comes through! >>

*> Saith falters a little as the sack is looked for before Shadara recalls the greens attention and the swiftly pop between as a blue flames a clump falling straight for her and her lifemate and they reappear to begin flaming again.

*> Ruisth whirls on her tail to catch a clump that passes where one of her wingmates was only a moment before.

*> Tiarnath blinks *between*, daring something a little dramatic since Remarra and the other goldrider are busy towards the other end of the wings. She blinks out just at a point before and below the thread that fell from above, the flamethrower turning it into cinders that sprinkle below like grey snow.

*> Muinyth wheels, as the sheet of thread is swept towards him, showing more agility than most of the larger members of his colour do. The net is swept upwards in the updraft of heat from his flame, and crumples into sooty ash. The brown dragon's sun-bleached granite head is now covered in dark traces of the black soot.

*> All that remains of the Fall are the odd single strands of Thread cavorting in the wind. These are quickly mopped up with flame, and while the air is now fairly thick with ash, Fall is over.

*> Ceruth immediately banks back, going between. Judging from the expression on N'all's face, those 'lings that messed up better be unconscious.

*> Once the Fall is finished, K'laarn starts directing his riders out on a sweep pattern to check for burrows from the air. He directs Rnayth up near Shasta's brown and signals over goodnaturedly.

*> Tiarnath slowly circles, checking around to ensure things are all dead, then blinks *between* leaving Hannenth to report to the ground crews.

*> Tiarnath, Ceruth, Saith, Ruisth, Muinyth, Rnayth and the other dragons of Southern Weyr disappear into Between.

Northern Sky - Southern Weyr

Dragon> Rnayth bespoke Southern Weyr with << Threadbane! Meet back at the Weyr to give reports!! >>

You fly toward the broad Landing Field below.

Landing Field - Southern Weyr(#33RDJ$)

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Muinyth's weary, yet triumphant voice reaches out to the dragons of the Weyr. << Thread is gone! We seared it from the sky! >>

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

K'yam slides down Ruisth's riding straps and lands carefully beside her. Rui croons quietly as Khy pats her side in thanks.

Onshana is snickering with Kylia. When the dragons appear she looks up and stands.

Telinda pulls of jacket, gloves and helmet, not necessarily in that order and looks around for Eliora to report to.

Kylia quickly picks herself up off the ground and dusts her bottom off, looking about to see if anything will be required further of her.

Rnayth moves towards the the broad Landing Field below.

K'laarn twists himself, sliding down from Rnayth's neck toward his foreleg. He then hops down agily.

Muinyth moves towards the the broad Landing Field below.

Shasta slides to the ground, giving Muinyth a parting caress and a tender smile.

Saith moves towards the the broad Landing Field below.

Mounted on Saith, Shadara unbuckles the flying straps holding her in.

Shadara climbs down from Saith's back with the help of a gracefully extended foreleg. Shadara looks back at Saith and smiles gently as the green dragon watches them with whirling eyes.

K'laarn swings down from Rnayth, who calmly waddles to the ashpit, and expells the ash from his stomach into the pit like any intelligent dragon would. He then folds his wings calmly around him as K'laarn heads over toward Shasta and Muinyth. "Good job up there, Shasta." He begins with a smile.

K'yam also strips out of fighting gear, then starts loosening straps on Rui. "Numbweed, love. Yes, the ash burns a bit, didn't it?" He, too is speckled with little ash burns, but nothing to be concerned about.

Shasta wearily slides down from her lifemate's shoulders, giving the brown an extra loving caress before heading towards her wingleader. As the dragon heads off to rid himself of the uncomforable ash in his second stomach, Shasta returns K'laarn's smile. "My thanks for the opportunity, sir."

Saith waddles over to the Ashpit as well as Shadara gets a bit of numbweed to rub on the green's wings, to tend the tiny burn spots where hot ash singed her wings.

Kylia peers over to Onshana for a moment, and then looks back at all of the riders, who seem to be well attended too. "I suppose we can go take our baths now" she murmurs.

Shadara takes care of Saith's wings and then looks at the candidates, 'We'll likely be wanting help scrubbing our lifemates, to get you used to being around them."

Onshana starts to nod to Kylia and move towards the barracks, but she is stopped by Shadara's words. "Yes, Green Rider."

Kylia nods back over towards Shadara. "I helped wask them before, but if you need our assistance, certainly." She swivels her foot about to point her in the direction back towards the dragons.

Shasta waves away a healer apprentice who approaches with numbweed, her chin rising to move her cheek out of reach of the shorter lad. "I'm fine, just ash." she answers, gesturing towards a weyrling nursing worse injuries. "They need your help more." To her wingleader, she salutes then. "With your permission, sir, I'll start transporting the extra ground crews. The Hold'll need them, with the lack of grubs."

Telinda smiles, scritching that long golden neck, "Yes, love, you can go roll in the mud. Just don't get it all over the cottage!"

K'laarn nods and says "I'm going to go ahead and make you my wingsecond permanenently for now. I liked how you worked and moved up there, so consider yourself my second now." He says with a faint smile. Then he nods "And yes, you have my permission, Wingsecond."

Shadara nods, 'You'll also likely be helping with the ground crews first. Saith's only got singed wings from Ash, so we can play transport too." she says as she turns to look at Saith.

"All right, which ever we're to do, let's get to it. No sense in just standing around doing nothing. Who do I go with?" she asks, looking between Shadara and Shasta.

Onshana noddles a bit following Kylia.

Shasta's quick turn at K'laarns nod halts at his words. She'd assumed the nod was in answer to her request. "Wingsecond, sir?" Rather stunned, would describe the young brownrider. Her back straightens, once again without the usual defiance accompanying the motion. "Yes sir. I'd be honoured. Um...yes, Kylia? Oh! right!"

K'laarn looks pleased with Shasta's response and then says "Why don't you lead the candidates on their ground crew then, Shasta?" He puts her in charge.

K'laarn adds, "I'm sure the area we covered tonight would welcome the help from our candidates and riders, hunting down burrows."

Kylia grins and moves closer to Shasta. "How's Muinyth?" she asks quietly, smiling up at the brown. "Haven't seen him much since he brought me here." She lets her comments die out with the yelling and shuffling of people and waits for her instructions.

K'laarn is then whisked away by other Threadbane wingriders who give him reports.

K'laarn disappears off the field, with wingriders walking beside him.

Shasta nods sharply, and adds a salute for good measure. "Yes, sir." Raising her voice, she calls above the raucous sounds of post-fall. "Candidates report! We're off to Sadrid. Get 'throwers, and check them, and we'll head off. Who's flying transport with me?"

You walk into the Northeastern Weyr Clearing.