Nareisa sits up a little watching, blink. So much activity all of a sudden.

T'dru walks over from the Eastern Weyrs.

Duirath lumbers over from the Eastern Weyrs.

Shadara chuckles and nods, "Thanks, I probably won't need them, but better safe than sorry. We may need to actually flame, but not likely."

T'dru and Duirath make their way to the rendezvous point. He nods quietly to everyone, pulling on his riding gloves.

Telinda wanders over, hauling her beat up old flamethrower with her -- ever heard about a man and his tools? Well, Tel's not much better when it comes to this flamethrower. She nods to everyone, giving Tiarnath a fond pat before looking over the field.

Nareisa dusts off her trous as she stands up. "Does anyone need any help?"

Shereth looks up from her chewing to croon sweetly at the Bronze Duirath. Onshana thwaps the green lightly on the neck.. "Stop that and concentrate."

Shadara nods to Onshana, "You said it cause Shereth was proddy, it happens, the main thing is, you have to learn when not to leave the Weyr, to avoid stuff like that."

Duirath croons back at Shereth. She does still look nice, even not glowing but his attention quickly turns to the task at hand.

Dyani returns the nods of riders as she delivers filled sacks, trying to keep up with all the demands for firestone. Quietly absorbed in her work is probably the best way to describe her.

Zanah walks over from the Weyrhall.

Joslyn strides over from the Eastern Weyrs.

Jeuneth ambles across from the Eastern Weyrs.

Onshana nods to Shadara. "I'm tempted to lock myself away next time.."

Nareisa copies whoever else she can find, dragging sacks over to riders who ask for it, the little girl almost dragging them along the ground.

Zanah is helping to check and organise flamethrowes, working with her crew on checking their six tanks.

T'dru starts slinging a few of the firestone sacks helpfully provided by Dyani and some other weyrlings up onto Duirath, testing their weight carefully before he straps them in.

Joslyn and Jeuneth, of course, come along from the east roundabout the same time. Both the girl and the gold boast a thin sheen of oil, though most of Joslyn's has been scrubbed off of her face. Jeuneth settles herself off somewhere to keep an eye on thing while her lifemate limps down into the thick of things.

C'al gets Shadara set up, and Simath loaded, then focuses on feeding the large bronze the stone he requires to fulfill his duty.

Telinda wanders around the groundcrew members, talking here and there with them, "Everything set?" she asks them, casting an experienced eye over the preparations.

Shadara keeps feeding Saith as the green gives a rumble, "It's just learning what the signs are."

Shereth chews firestone paciently while Onshana continues to check the straps. She glances around at all the dragons and riders as she works.

Dyani dusts off her hands in a brief lull of the activity, then nods affirmatively to Telinda. "All is set here, ma'am. The other healers and I will be ready when we're needed."

Nareisa just does as she's told, trying not to get under any feet, but not having much luck in reaching high enough to pass sacks to riders.

Nerian pushes through some bushes and steps into the glade.

Nerian scritches her dragon.

Zanah nods as Telinda passes by, "All set, Telinda, although we might have a higher failure rate on tanks, we haven't been able to do thorough checks."

Telinda grins at Zanah, "Well, we'll do the best we can at such short notic."

Zanah nods with a returned smile and works on screwing the nozzle to a tank.

Telinda smiles warmly to Dyani, "We always appreciate any assistance the healers can give us."

Duirath begins the intensely thoughtful mastication process of the firestone chunks now being handed to him by T'dru.

Marila strides over from the Weyrhall.

From her seat astride Muinyth, Shasta perches atop Muinyth, the medium sized brown keeping an eye out on Firedance Wingriders. Checking over his straps yet again, the determined brownrider fixes the straps holding his firestone sacks yet again.

Joslyn maeks her way over to the cook and the flamethrowers, leaning on her cane as she gives a few others a quick once over. "Careful with that nozzle. Delicate li'l things." is her slightly amused but definitely sage advice as she takes up a different hose and examines it briefly.

Shadara sighs, "I think this is going to likely be my last flight for a while." she says with a grin.

Marila watches curiously. She peeks from amongst her shrubs, definitely not wanting to get in the way at the moment.

C'al glances over at Josy, "You'd know, dearheart."

Dyani gives the Weyrwoman another brisk nod, then dashes off to resume her lifting and toting of firestone sacks. "Porlen, watch that sack!" she calls out to a drudge who's about to spill an entire bag of the grey rock all over.

Nerian eventually reaches Tinneth's neck.

Tinneth warbles happily once his rider is safely on his neck.

Duirath lifts his muzzle up, turning to the side and letting out one controlled burst of flame. T'dru grins his satisfaction, slipping his goggles into place and climbing up onto the bronze's back.

Zanah nods as she lets out a soft grunt, hefting the tank upright, "They sure are, but don't worry, Bitra and the Minecraft Hall know their Fall duties well, I've been doing groundcrews for turns now."

Joslyn looks up and over at C'al, making a face at him before she turns back to the task at hand. She thumps one of the tanks with her cane and then straightens up, moving on a bit to the next in line and leaning over to study it, too.

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

Mounted on Saith, Shadara buckles herself securely into place.

From Tinneth's neck, Nerian buckles in carefully and checks the firestone bags, refastening one.

C'al chuckles and climbs up on Simath.

Telinda finishes talking to one of the residents, and then wanders back over to Tiarnath, nodding over towards Remarra and Hannenth as she secures her flamethrower on her back and prepares to mount up.

Tiarnath croons lovingly, excited at another chance to fly with you. She lowers a Champagne and Pearl Gold foreleg and you scramble up nimbly.

*> C'al gives his sacks another quick inspection, then straps in, "Ready when needed."

*> Nareisa watches curiously, handing one last sack to a rider before he gets up on his blue.

*> Mounted on Saith, Shadara gives a sight grunt as she settles onto Saith's neck, "Yes love, this is out last fall til the little one is born." she says as she straps in securely and checks her bags, "Ready when the gold wing is Telinda."

*> Zanah calls out to Nareisa, "Are you going to carry a flamethrower?"

*> Onshana takes a deep breath vaults up Shereth's ready fore arm and settles into the neck ridges. Where she begins to strap in.

*> Onshana climbs up onto Shereth's back, with some help from her fore arm.

*> Nareisa hms. "Me?" squeaked.

*> K'laarn pushes through some bushes and steps into the glade.

*> K'laarn strides out, geared to the hilt in his riding leathers and mostly prepared.

*> Joslyn steps back from the flamethrowers ranged before her to look over at the dragons and their riders. Her glance flickers briefly to Jeuneth, a bit agitated to be sitting this one out but oh well. Halfway hearing Nareisa and Zanah, she comments, "She's kinda little." This from Josy.

*> K'laarn narrows his brows thoughtfully as he goes to his dragon and begins to finish some of his prepreations.

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Duirath sends his eagerness to fly but keeps a fixed attention on Rnayth and Muinyth.

*> C'al sends a salute to K'laarn, "Hey there, Wingleader."

*> Zanah grins at Nareisa and nods, "Sure, join our team, we're good with Rookies. It's not hard, I promise."

*> Nareisa hmfs. "I'm old enough," just really small is all.

Telinda casts an eye around at the dimished size of the queens wing, but smiles a little at Remarra's encouragement, nodding across to the older woman.

*> Dyani finally gets done helping the drudge get his sack together, then sighs, placing her hands on her hips as she surveys the field. "All taken care of," she murmurs to herself, then goes over to where the ground crew is preparing. Luckily, she's got the somewhat easy part of groundcrew duty, being a healer.

*> K'laarn returns the salute and nods at C'al. "Line up by your dragons." He barks out, "We'll mount up on .." He suddenly gives Telinda a disconcerted look and says, "Is The Weyrsecond leading the Fall, or R'lien?" Perhaps this is something that should already of been asked.

*> Zanah hrmms, regarding Nareisa's form, "Well, true. You can carry a half tank of Agenothree, then. Pays not to leap in with both feet, anyway."

*> From her seat astride Muinyth, Shasta nods a greeting to her Wingleader, raising her hand in a letter-perfect salute to him. "Firedance is prepared, sir," She notes for him, her voice unwavering.

*> Nareisa ohs, and takes what she's offered.

*> Mounted on Shereth, Onshana sets there on Shereth's back, awaiting the need for new bags. Weyrlings stay nearby ready to hand up bags, while the older Weyrling ready their dragons for Resupply.

Telinda shakes her head and gestures down to K'laarn as she pushes her goggles up, "Firedance is leading, Moonsweep finished with sweeps not less than half an hour ago. They're exhausted."

*> K'laarn ahhs and says, "So, my directions." He nods and then mounts up.

*> K'laarn shouts, "Shasta, whats the reports on the weather?" Obviously this is very important.

*> Joslyn looks over the wings of dragons with a discerning eye, perching on the toes she's got in tact to get a nice view. Satisfied, she turns and hobbles over toward the rest of the groundcrew. "We all ready?" she asks upon falling in with Zanah and Nareisa.

*> From her seat astride Muinyth, Shasta's voice comes clear despite the general noise of dragons chewing 'stone. "Clear, sir. Wings strong, though, and a bit variable, visibilities' good though."

*> Zanah helps Nareisa to get her tank on, showing how to adjust it to her best fit. Then she suits up her own tank, "We walk along behind the rear edge of the fall, and use the tanks to kill any burrows we find. Ever been out just after Fall before? Some people are scared by it."

*> Marila pushes a coil of hair out of her eyes as she watches.

*> K'laarn nods and makes a decision, "Alright, regular forward v formation, three tiers. Firedance High. " He continues to shout out his commands, "You know the drill Firedance. Regular positions!" He bellows.

*> Nareisa just watches, or tries to, head sneaking to look back.

*> Zanah nods to Joslyn, "Here, Nareisa's going to help us out. It's her first time."

*> From her seat astride Muinyth, Shasta nods briefly, half closing her eyes as she communicates with the brown she's perched atop.

*> Since Joslyn can't go with the rest of the riders and can't really hobble along much at the rear edge of the fall, she makes herself useful by helping out with the flamethrower assignment, nodding to Zanah. "Just don't step on anything that moves," she advises with a slight smirk for Nareisa. "Less you char it first."

*> Dyani walks toward the Weyrhall.

*> Duirath moves himself into position, gathering ready to lumber up into the air. His rider concentrates, waiting for the signal up.

*> K'laarn looks around and then says, "Time to meet the Leading edge!" In a loud voice so that it carries. "On my signal!"

*> Marila continues to watch peeking her head through the shrubs.

*> Zanah grins at Joslyn, "That's the whole idea."

*> Nareisa smiles a bit, adjusting the weight of the tank on her back.

*> K'laarn lifts one hand, his fist poised. Then he gives the signal to rise. Rnayth leaps into the air, leading the dragons in flight.

*> 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.

*> Rnayth flies toward the sky over Southern Weyr.

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

*> Duirath flies toward the sky over Southern Weyr.

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

*> Mounted on Shereth, Onshana leans down to talk to a weyring close by. Shereth shifts foot to foot.

*> Tinneth flies toward the sky over Southern Weyr.

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

*> In the northern sky, Duirath takes his position in the wing, somewhere to the left and rear of another bronze.

*> Muinyth soars to the sky over Southern Weyr.

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

*> Simath flies toward the sky over Southern Weyr.

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

*> Zanah looks up as she hears K'laarn announce the take off, "Can anyone see the edge yet?"

*> In the northern sky, Tinneth is, for once, where he's supposed to be and doing what he's supposed to do, when he's supposed to do it.

*> In the northern sky, Simath flies up, dropping into his appointed position with his wing, bugling challengingly.

*> Joslyn pokes her cane at a nozzle lying near her foot, then hooks the hose and raises it toward the resident to whom it 'belongs'. "Don't drag those. They get full o'holes," she advises, then tur

*> Joslyn then turns back toward Zanah and nodsnods. "Just double-checkin'."

*> Mounted on Saith, Shadara waits on Saith, waiting for Tiarnath to rise up.

*> Mikar walks over from the Weyrhall.

*> Shereth watches the dragons take to the sky and warbles softly to her rider. The girl pats the Green's neck.. "We're not needed just yet, but just wait.

Dragon> Rnayth bespoke Southern Weyr with << We will between as soon as we are in position and when we give the signal. >>

*> Zanah shakes her head, "I don't mind, Nareisa needs her mind filled with the multitude of details, it'll keep her mind off the thread."

*> In the northern sky, Muinyth easily moves into position in Firedance Wing, his wings catching the warm southern winds with ease.

*> Nareisa hms? "I've helped before, just not with a tank."

*> Saith flies toward the sky over Southern Weyr.

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

*> Mikar scruffs his way to the edge of the gathering, listening closely to the preparations.

*> In the northern sky, Rnayth soars up into the sky, bronze wings swallowing the sky as he leads his wing -- and others into the position practiced time and time again. K'laarn throws a look around from his perch atop his dragon's shoulders and waits until he sees the readiness of all the dragons.

*> In the northern sky, Simath is ready!

*> 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.

*> Duirath maintains his position, eyes spinning madly red as he sweeps forward with the rest of Firedance Wing. T'dru indicates the pair's readiness with one upraised hand.

*> Sitting behind Rnayth's first neckridge K'laarn finally gives the signal, his hand pumping the air in the time-worn symbol signaling for between.

*> Rnayth disappears into Between.

*> Tinneth disappears into Between.

*> Duirath disappears into Between.

*> Muinyth disappears into Between.

*> Simath disappears into Between.

*> Tiarnath disappears into Between.

Between

Between is a cold, empty void of awful nothingness. You can hear nothing, see nothing, smell nothing, touch nothing, and it is only the knowledge that light lies on the other side, and that your dragon is with you, that keeps you from screaming. Silently, you chant the ancient talisman, as you hover in this place between places...

Black...

Blacker...

Blackest!

You suddenly emerge...

Sky over Southern Hold

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

*> Chaeta spreads her wings and dives from Muinyth's neck.

*> Saith wings over from the weyr's sky.

*> High above the waters northeast of Southern Hold, Threadfall has already begun. For now, the deadly organism falls harmlessly, to sizzle upon inpact with the waters churning with fish. But slowly, inexorably, Fall progresses southward, and soon will fall upon the fertile ground of the Southern continent.

Telinda indicates with a gesture of her arm, and sends Sunblaze wing ranging over so they can cover the widest area and hopefully let little or no thread through.

*> Mounted on Saith, Shadara follows Telinda's gesture with a nod and sends Saith out on her sweep so that she can cover the area appointed for her while she flies with the golds.

*> Muinyth hovers upon broadspread wings, his eyes fixed redly wheeling on the Thread falling, as yet harmlessly, as it works its way towards the Hold.

*> Southern Weyr's Wings hover, ready to meet Fall as it reaches land, the graceful dragons holding in formation. Finally, the leading edge of thread hisses into the waters of the cove, and the first spurts of flame can be seen from the dragons nearest. On cue, the Wings begin to move, sweeping across the sky in the ancient formations, protecting the Hold, land, livestock, and forests below.

*> Sitting behind Rnayth's first neckridge K'laarn makes motions with his hand, prompting completion of manuvers to get in formation as he shouts out commands, some of them whipped away by the wind. Rnayth flies to the fore of his wing, putting himself on point for his wing to range out behind him.

*> Simath falls into place with his wing, eyes whirling angrily as he spys the oncoming thread.

*> The first few clumps streak towards the uppermost wing, silver ropes tangling, mindless, as it swings over the cove. Fall is already in full force, the air becomming thick with aggregates of Thread.

*> Tinneth slips into place with other blues in his wing, awaiting the chance to flame.

*> Duirath stays in formation, powerful wings sweeping him forward with the rest of the wing, keeping proper position and spacing in place. He wastes no time in challenging the hated enemy, merely gazes intently until the wing meets leading edge.

*> The Wings criss cross over the Hold, as Fall progresses over the sandy beach of the cove, to directly overhead. Flame licks through the air, the thickly falling clumps alighted by dragons' breath. Brown, bronze, green and blue wings dart through the sky, as each Wing moves out of range of Fall to wheel and turn back, another has already taken its place, with yet another moving in.

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

*> Mounted on Shereth, Onshana isn't here yet.

*> Muinyth propells himself ahead, moving with his wing as Firedance does indeed dance with flames. Earth browns wings stroke the wind, as he aims for a clump tumbling between himself and Rnayth. Flame bursts from his opened mouth, obliterating it to naught but ashes scattered on the wind.

*> Tiarnath snaps out her wings to their fullest extent, catches a thermal for a moment or two and then tilts her fingersail every so slightly, bringing her into a good position under Starflame. Meanwhile Remarra and Hannenth take the position under Firedance.

*> The sea-borne 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. One such sheet is swept suddenly downwards, towards Firedance.

*> Simath throws fire at Thread for all he is worth, moving with his formation to sear the thread, banking towards the sudden;y-incoming wave of Thread.

*> The Fall moves steadily southwestwards, bringing the wings fully over land. As Starflame and Firedance cross paths, one several layers above the other, the wind of passing wings causes turbulence, scattering a thick sheet of Thread. The resulting clumps tumble, one headed straight for green Saith and her rider, Shadara.

*> Saith flows forward and takes position under the Weyrling wing, green hide shining amid the gleaming golden hides that surround her. Her sunflower wings glimmer as she floats under Dawnwind, eyes red/orange as she waits forr any igns of a stand or clump getting through the wing, she swivles her body and rises a little to meet the clump, searing it to char after warning those around her that she has it.

*> As Tiarnath banks around, Telinda leans to the left, using her straps to keep her in place as she toggles the trigger on her flamethrower, letting a gout of flame incinerate the wriggling, deadly grey mass to naught by dust. Caught as she is, she quickly ducks, letting Tiarnath bring them around for another pass at a strand that passes her by, burning this one in searing red hot flames.

*> Jeuneth wings over from the weyr's sky.

*> Jeuneth wings down to the gather grounds below.

*> A heavy clump falls groundwards, the Threads within seeming to writhe with sickening silver-green, heading to the right of bronze Duirath. A young blue in Starflame, distracted by the sight of it, veers off course, headed straight for a tangle. Instantly, he disappears *between*, reappearing seconds later, escaping damage.

*> Rnayth meets thread with flame and might. His jaws gape wide, fire spewing forth to curl around silvered thread and charring it to crackdust which floats back to coat K'laarn like soot.

*> Muinyth dives through a cloud of ash, the remnants of what was, until moments ago, live thread. Gouts of flame lick forward from his mouth, alighting a tangle of thread.

*> Duirath flames once, a gout of dancing death, at the clump of windblown thread that skitters to his right. Ash floats downwards in a pathetic trickle as the bronze sweeps forward and through, his rider getting coated with the ugly gray ash.

*> The Wings move with Fall, forming a protective umbrella that now covers not only Southern Hold, but the Healer Hall and the Weaver-tanner crafthalls as well. 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 Bronze Simath.

*> Tinneth darts about and flames, covering for a green who had to dodge a windblown clump.

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Rnayth calls out, mental voice calm though the urgency is strong. << Jaduth, watch your flank! >> The voices of other dragons call out warnings or signal their wingmates to Thread.

*> Simath flames at the Thread valiantly, managing to get a good bit of it, though the rest lands squarely on C'al's arm. With a brief, pained cry, they pop between, emerging a moment later, threadless, though in posiyion to continue flaming.

*> Muinyth strives upwards, returning to his place in the Wing's formation.

*> Tiarnath dances a duel of death, though there's no doubt that she'll be the victor in this dance of combatants. With a bank to the left, and a powerful downstroke of her wings, she heads right for a writhing grey clump that has gotten through the riders above her. Telinda, secured in her straps, leans forward, then to one side as Tiarnath slices through the air like a knife through sisal. Toggling the flamethrower she lets a gush of flame issue forth, turning the thread into a burning conflagration, that slowly, slowly, drifts to the earth, muting from glowing read to ashy grey.

*> 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 Starflame. Gradually, the wings sweep over the territory of the Weyr as well, and Fall progresses further inland.

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Rnayth seems to note Simath's rider's injury -- or his rider does. << Simath, you and he (He envisions C'al) should head back to the Weyr for that. Betweening with open wounds is bad. >> He can't remember exactly why but he knows this is so. << K'laarn says you must go back. >>

*> Rnayth darts through the deadly viel of silver raining down, his flame a bright beacon in the darkened sky as he flames to the left, fore, and right of himself, blinking between to avoid what he cannot reach.

*> Far below lie the courtyards, fields, and pastures of the Halls and holds, as well as the Weyr, 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 Sunblaze, the last defense before the lands below.

Dragon> Simath bespoke Southern Weyr with << We are fine, it is minor and we are needed here! >>

*> Muinyth sears Thread from the sky, wheeling as tightly as he can to maintain his position. Again and again, his flame licks out across the sky, until finally he must turn to request more 'stone from his rider.

*> 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 green Saith. A bronze veers off to the south, 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 T'dru's bronze Duirath, and sends another scattering into separate Threads. These, swirling in the wake of the bronze, tumble for Firedance.

*> Tinneth is one of those who lets several clumps through, mostly because he's flaming a long strand from the bottom up as it plummets.

*> Simathmakes no move to leave, instead heading for the clumps that the bronze has sent at his Wing.

Telinda knows there's no way she can meet them all, neither can all the other members of the wing. She sends Shadara and Saith after one strand, Remarra and Hannenth after another, and takes one of the final remaining strands for herself, Tiarnath banking hard to reach it in time, and narrowly missing the tops of several trees as Telinda sears the organism to grey dust, letting it hit her goggles with a swear word or two as she knows she misses the last strand, that is now way too close to the ground for anyone to catch.

*> Saith :dives down as the bronze goes for the clump heading for her, and burns the strand she's after with a bellow, her head tilting as the dust wafts over her rider. She moves back up into her position.

*> From her seat astride Muinyth, Shasta holds tightly to neckridges infront of her, as her lifemate pushes forward. His mahogany-streaked neck stretched forward, the browns' mouth opens wide. Light from below, the net of thread he flames catches, the fire flickering along the outermost parts of the tangle before consuming the whole.

*> Duirath belches out a gouge of flame, not exactly controlled this time. He manages to catch the large, searing it with a vengeance. But another stray tangle catches the bronze high on the shoulder. A muted yell from rider and the pair seek the safety of *Between*.

Dragon> Saith bespoke Southern Weyr with << A strand falls to far for us to catch, the ground crew needs to find it. >>

*> Duirath disappears into Between.

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

*> As the Wings now cover clear to the Smithcraft Hall, 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. bronze Rnayth's path intercepts one such net, the edges rippling with mindless hunger.

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Rnayth is determined in tone << Simath. We (He and K'laarn are indicated) Have spoken. You will go back to the Weyr and have your score tended. >>

*> Sitting behind Rnayth's first neckridge K'laarn is busy directing the fall from Rnayth's back, sending commands through the only means -- dragon voice and moving as one with his dragon's movements as the bronze flames, charring thread, scored by mere remnents of thread and black dust.

*> Duirath winks out and back in the characteristic skiphop that keeps him within his wing. A few extra strokes and the pair are back in alignment.

*> Simath gives a frustrated bugle and, flaming a last clump to prove a point, leaves, sulkily.

Dragon> Simath bespoke Southern Weyr with << We are fine! C'al has a small score. It is nothing major! >>

*> Simath disappears into Between.

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Saith gives a rumble, << Duirath, are you hurt bad? It matters not if it is minor, it should be tended and you should obey the Wingleader without argument. >>

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Tiarnath corrects Saith there Duirath=Simath

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Saith rumbles as Duirath also got scored.

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Rnayth repeats the same command as was given for Simath and rider, << Duirath, you also will go back to the Weyr. >>

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Duirath sends his assurances that he is well, but follows Rnayth's order dutifully.

*> Duirath drops downwards slowly, seeking clear airspace and giving time for another wingrider to fill the hole before he disappears again.

*> Duirath disappears into Between.

*> Tinneth hovers long enough for Nerian to catch a new bag of stone and feed him some, then resumes flaming.

*> 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 bone-chilling 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 C'al's bronze Simath, 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.

*> Jeuneth wings up from Southern Hold's Gather Grounds.

*> Jeuneth wings over to the airspace above the weyr.

*> Muinyth continues searing, wheeling, flaming, an endless rain of deadly silver Thread, while his rider twists to watch. Breath held until the green reappears, the rider sighs with relief.

*> Weyrlings advanced enough in their training, and older dragons unable to fight, begin rising from the Weyr below, 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 begins another sweep across, a turbulent gust of wind sends several sheets into flurries, swept through skies laden with clouds of soot and burnt thread.

*> As Flamedance begins another sweep across, that was...

*> Saith reaches back for the bags on her lifemate's straps, chewing the stone quickly and efficiently, she's holding her flame well since the gold wing doesn't usually see much fall.

*> Shereth leaps into the air laden with fresh sacks for the riders, followed by other weyrling. Onshana hefts the sacks and tosses them to needing riders.

*> Muinyth draws to a hover, pausing ever so briefly as a weyrling sends a sack of firestone his way. Shasta deftly catches it, with a grunt of effort, and straps the sack securely. With a wave of thanks to the already departing youngster, Shasta signals Muinyth to resume, and he's off after more Thread.

*> 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 Sunblaze, one large one straight towards Telinda and her gold Tiarnath. Meanwhile, 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 the lovely golden Tiarnath vulnerable.

*> Tiarnath bugles her distress at the amount of strands that fall towards her and the ground, banks hard and comes at the threads from the bottom to the top, letting Telinda sear each writhing mass into a burning mix of thread and flame. However, even more strands this time managed to get through the gold's coverage, despite her efforts, and head, spiraling to the ground.

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

*> Muinyth's steady flame sears a series of single threads as he streaks through the air, moving in the complex dance that is the motions of Firedance.

*> Saith keeps diving, flaming once she's past Tiarnath, managing with a hard thrust of her tail, to get close enough to sear the strands before they are out of reach and to low. She then rises up, heading back to her position to help catch the clumps that fall.

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Muinyth's warning rings clear through the thoughts of those fighting Fall. << I've missed some, they fall still. >>

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Tiarnath bugles << Hannenth has them! >> she calls out

*> Hannenth is indeed already after the strands that escaped Muinyth, heading with a slight increased tempo of her wings into the fray, and letting Remarra singe them into obscurity with a splurt of flame.

*> Shereth continues delivering bags of Firestone to the riders. With the missed Thread she finds herself having to sear peice or two of it as it falls towards the Weyrlings.

*> Fall finally begins to taper off, though tired dragons become a little careless in their fighting. Two hesitate, and neither flames a rather large patch. It falls straight for Shasta's brown Muinyth. As the wings move over jungles beyond the Weyr and Smithcraft Hall, 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 Onshana's lovely green Shereth.

*> 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.

*> Tinneth begins showing signs of fatigue which until now were gradually building, though he continues flaming.

*> Mounted on Saith, Shadara acks as she see's the bag falling and she and Saith rise up under the bag, a deep grunt coming from Shadara as she catches the bag before it can go through a wing.

*> Shereth dives down as another Weyrling is about to be hit.. Both Dragon and rider shout 'duck' Before they flame the thread. Unfortunatly, they do not see theclump falling towards them. Both dragon and rider are hit by the clump, across both thier backs. Both rider and Dragon scream as the pop between. Time seems to pass slow before the pop back..

Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Shereth with a mind laced in pain.. <<I'm Going Back! NOW!>>

*> 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.

*> Shereth pops back between shortly...

*> Shereth disappears into Between.

Telinda beckons to her wing, then gives the command to go *between*

*> Tiarnath disappears into Between.

Between

Between is a cold, empty void of awful nothingness. You can hear nothing, see nothing, smell nothing, touch nothing, and it is only the knowledge that light lies on the other side, and that your dragon is with you, that keeps you from screaming. Silently, you chant the ancient talisman, as you hover in this place between places...

Black...

Blacker...

Blackest!

You suddenly emerge...

Northern Sky - Southern Weyr

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

Tiarnath> I bespoke Shereth with << How badly are you hurt? >>

*> Saith moves towards the the sky over the Landing Field.

*> Shereth soars to the broad Landing Field below.