Trial By Fire [Threadfall]

[Zen]

10th Pass, 6th Turn, 11th Month
About a week and a half after Dawning of a Brighter Future

A’zael :: Bronze Fath

The first long Fall that they’d be facing with their newly graduated riders was hardly ideal, though at least it could be worse. It was raining but at least it was light, not that it mattered in the end as they’d be flying in it for hours and it was sharding cold on the western continent. His fly out over the predicted course of Thread’s fall with the other Wingleaders a half hour before it was due had also revealed far less than ideal wind conditions. They’d be fighting to stay in the air and in formation every moment against intense downdrafts. It was certainly going to take a heavy toll on the smaller dragons, and even the larger browns and bronzes would likely be feeling the strain before the fight was over.

They’d all faced at least two short Falls over the isles in their new Wings already, if not three, and A’zael was still reveling in the fact that one Wing actually got to take a break between Falls now, with their fourth Wing finally formed and fighting. So far things had been going well, despite the shake up in the Wings, but this, their first long Fall over the Western Continent, would be the real test. He really wished conditions had been better, just for this Fall, but it was a small mercy he had not been granted. With conditions what they were, he was really questioning Tempest Wing’s involvement, but it was too late to have Gust Wing ready and it wasn’t as though the riders in Tempest Wing didn’t know what they were doing just because the Wing was newly formed. Most of them were not new graduates, just riders that had been in other Wings previously, and it would be more than a little insulting to T’lyron to pull his Wing out of the fight at the last moment. Besides, Gust Wing was due their Fall off this time around.

So he’d returned to the Weyr, had a brief meeting with his Wingseconds to inform them of the conditions and the strategy that would need to be conveyed to the rest of the Wing, and trusted them to see it was done while he checked on final preparations for firestone refueling with the weyrlings in the Queen’s Wing and with the healers and dragonhealers who were busy prepping for the inevitable injured to come. While Pallath wasn’t in proper shape to fight yet, Rau had recovered enough that he could at least help oversee the firestone refueling from the Weyr. Once he was satisfied, he had Fath call the Wing together, double checked with his seconds that the Wing was well informed of what awaited them, and mounted Fath as he waited for word from B’rax and T’lyron that their Wings were ready to depart. Once he had it, he gave the signal for flight, waited for each Wing to settle into their proper formation, and gave another signal that sent them all between to the Western Continent. It hadn’t been raining at Mavros, and A’zael couldn’t help but sigh as he pulled his flight goggles down over his eyes after they’d reemerged into the icy rain they’d be fighting in, urging Fath higher as they led Gale Wing to the high position to start.

He had a bad feeling this wind was going to be a real problem, but at least from the back of the vee formation he had a good view of the wing stretched out in front of him to keep an eye on things. As he fueled Fath with firestone, the bronze rumbled a deep growl under him, alerting him to the approach of Thread a moment before he spotted the silver strands through the rain, merciless downdrafts driving them down over the water at the edge of the continent. But it wasn’t long until it was upon the Wing, and Fath let loose a burst of flame.

No’va :: Brown Alduntulath

Being part of a brand new Wing was sort of cool, not that any Wing wouldn’t be brand new to him, but Tempest Wing was new to the whole Weyr and he got to be part of it, which was neat to think about. It was too bad Joia and Vitra weren’t in it though. It was weird not flying with them, for all the Threadfall practice they’d done together, and then their flying in the Queen’s Wing, catching stray Thread and refueling everyone with firestone. Vitra was too young to join the regular Wings, apparently, and no one seemed to know quite what to do with Tellamuth yet. But maybe Vitra would fly in Tempest Wing in a couple turns? Not that he minded getting to know new people, his new wingmates, he just wished his best friends were there with him too.

Their Wing had been ‘off’ during the first short Fall after graduation, which had been a bit of a bummer as he had been both excited and anxious to get to fight Thread somewhere other than the Queen’s Wing, picking off scraps from the three Wings above them. Refueling fighting riders with firestone was rather harrowing on its own, but it was momentary. He and Aldy had been lucky in the next two Falls, which had been relatively easy, so older riders had said, and though Aldy had gotten a small scoring on his wing, it had certainly given No’va a confidence boost when he was able to hop them between and back with relative ease. Even with all the extra practice he’d done, assigned by D’rew, he had still feared that maybe his distractibility would end up being their downfall the first time they really needed a quick skip between, that they wouldn’t return because he hadn’t been able to focus on bringing them back out properly, particularly if he or Aldy was hurt at the time. But they’d done fine.

Today’s Fall would be different though. Falls over the continent were always quite different from those over the isles. For one thing the isles were mostly tropical whereas the Western Continent was very… not. Not to mention how much shorter Falls over the isles were. And as the Wings all appeared from between over the Western Continent, met with a chill rain and wind trying to tear them out of the sky, No’va was fairly certain this was going to be much harder than the two Falls they’d faced thus far. Well this doesn’t seem great. Aldy rumbled in agreement, But it is our duty. We will fight, regardless. It wasn’t like they had a choice. Thread was still going to fall even if the weather was poor. Shells. As Tempest Wing settled at their proper altitude beneath Gale Wing, he tugged his goggles on and set to fueling Alduntulath with more firestone. When the flames began above them, he tensed, his gaze trained upward, and it wasn’t long before the first fall-through reached them.

A’zael/Fath: Teal
No’va/Alduntulath: Silver
NPC: White

Threadfall Specifics
Standard Fall, a cold, cloudy day with light rain and strong downdrafts. Average Fall. It will be a full 4 hour Fall, meaning the greens and blues in Gale and Tempest Wings’ Reserve will be on standby until half way through the Fall (3 rounds). As the Fall is 4 hours, it also means the Wings will be rotating position (I will mark when the rotations take place in my posts).
High Wing: Gale, Falling Backward Vee Formation.
Middle Wing: Tempest, Falling Backward Vee Formation.
Low Wing: Breeze, Falling Triple Trail Formation.
Queen's Wing: Zephyr, Falling Trail Formation.
Please reference the Mavros Wings, Threadfall 101, and Roleplaying Threadfall threads as needed. Remember that there are 6 rounds and you have 48 hours to post for each round before we move on without you. And don't forget to post a color for each of your Active characters from the following list:
Red
Orange
Gold
Yellow
Lime
Green
Teal
Cyan
Blue
Indigo
Violet
Purple
Pink
Tan
Bronze
Brown
White
Silver
Gray
Black

Alyx Hiko Taxx kevna tovaana

[Hiko]

T’lyron

T’lyron hated Threadfall. He hated the smell of firestone, of flame, of scorched skin. He hated the sound of silence that immediately followed an injured dragonpair. He hated the way a good Fall (or what one could even consider “good”) would still mean injuries. He hated the way a bad Fall could mean a Weyr in mourning. And more than anything, he hated the frequency. The only solace he could take in the day was that there was some cold rain to be had; not enough to drown Thread, by any means, but any amount of water was beneficial, if potentially distracting. The wind was a concern, but it almost always was. As long as they stayed mindful of the downdrafts, the bronze rider hoped the fledgling wing would still manage to finish the day without too many wounds.

Despite his distaste for Threadfall, T’lyron was grateful that A’zael had called in the Tempest Wing for service. He could only imagine the internal debate, putting not only the newly formed wing in direct danger, but the man’s brother. It was little secret that Pallath was still healing, and if S’fin or Rusath were also injured so soon -

Well, he wasn’t about to let that happen. As it was, he signaled to his seconds as the first sight of Thread was noted. With S’fin on the rightmost tip and F’mol on the leftmost, T’lyron felt some security in their line of sight. Doriath grumbled the irritation of oncoming Fall, chewing at some invisible grit left in his mouth, before belching a flame as the strands came within range.
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Color: Red
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Talera

This was not going to be a good Fall, if Talera was any judge of the weather. Between the frigid rain and the heavy winds that seemed to want to beat them down before they’d even begun the fighting, there was too much concern for casualties. As they hovered mid-air, she fingered the trigger of the flamethrower, a bad habit she’d picked up during the past months. Aerroth muttered something dark regarding the cold and the rain, but Talera paid the gold no heed; The queen was miserable for misery’s sake the past few days, and Talera was frankly tired of it. At least once Thread started falling, the queen would only have the presence of mind to focus on vigilance.

Above them, the first bouts of dragonfire erupted. The game was afoot.
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Color: Orange

[tovaana]

V’than :: Brown Saruth

His hand ran over Saruth’s back absentmindedly, his brown’s abnormally tense body shifting under him as he sat in his harness. V’than forced his gaze to stay forward, paying attention to the Second he was under and waiting for Saruth to lift into flight and the command via dragon to do so. He had to just… not think about his sister fighting in the new wing – nor in the same Threadfall as he. He hadn’t realized how difficult it would be to know Muze was up there with Rylath scorching Thread… at least she was starting below him somewhere in this Threadfall.

They lifted into the sky and V’than’s jaw clenched as he glanced around at the mixture of familiar dragons and new ones that he was getting to recognize. It was easier or him to think about his duty and what he needed to do – like keeping an eye on the edge of Thread that was coming their way and readying more firestone for when Saruth would need it. He felt Saruth dip a little, as a gust of wind took them both by surprise, but they came back up easily. As they came back up, he felt the slight sting of the sprinkle of rain on his already numbing cheeks. It wasn’t nearly as bad at going between – as long as they could avoid going between. He hoped there weren’t too many sheets this fall, especially with their Wing in the high position first. Still… ‘Let’s get as much as we can, Saruth. The more we get, the less reaches Muze and the rest of our friends.’ He felt his dragon rumble with quiet agreement, his eyes the color of his flame as the first Thread reached them.

Muze :: Green Rylath

Rylath’s head was dipped to level with Muze’s body as the woman leaned against her head that pushed back against her comforting weight. Her lids rose, revealing the red whirling gaze that contrasted against her green speckled hide. There were other colors mixed in, but it was the only time, besides when she rose to mate, that the color touched her whirling gaze. Muze felt her stomach clench nervously, a shudder going through her involuntarily – thinking of the Thread that was eminent. She pushed away – Rylath pushing as well to help Muze get her balance back. She checked her straps again, feeling the familiar nervous excitement about flying against Thread. It was a fulfilling job – working with her dragon and their Wing in fighting Thread as an official dragonrider. It filled her with an immense sense of pride and accomplishment, thinking of how she was protecting their corner of Pern. Still, it didn’t erase the amount of fear that came from the falling enemy – she imagined it never would, not for any sane person.

She mounted Rylath, strapping herself in and checking those straps multiple times, but also glancing at others nearby – folding her arms against the chill in the air once ready. She had been hoping to get into A’zael’s special wing, with the way they trained greens, but apparently the new Tempest Wing was going to work toward similar goals. V’than had been put in the Gale Wing. She glanced over as they rose into the sky first, her eyes trailing after them, spotting her brother’s brown, just as she felt Rylath shift under her. Ready Muzemine? Muze’s lower lip trembled as she attempted a smile, and she wasn’t sure if it was from excitement or a chill from the gloomy day. ‘Ready’. Rylath growled lightly and then their wing lifted up secondly, following to enter the sky and position themselves toward the oncoming Thread. Her eyes shifted around her as the dragons around them lifted as well. At least there were some familiar dragon pairs – Ny’x, No’va, E’san, K’zar – and a couple others. She wasn’t the only new dragonrider in the new Wing, at least.

Once in the sky, the chill became very real – she could feel the way Rylath kept shifting to accommodate the strong breeze. Rylath was no longer growling, but she seemed intent as she chewed the last bit of firestone that Muze had provided, lurching forward as they spotted the first strands of Thread that reached them.

V’than: Tan
Muze: Black

[kevna]

Siorreya - Green Amagetith

There was something different that had overcome Amagetith whenever they were scheduled to fight threadfall. A vicious focus that left no room for pranks. It was something that Siorreya was incredibly grateful for. This was a dangerous time, and she wanted-no needed-to succeed. This was their first fall not in the Queen’s wing. This was their first opportunity to fly as full fledged riders.

I do not understand why we are not up there.

Because they need us to step in if someone is injured, or when someone get’s too tired.

WHY? I need to fly when thread is in the sky. The heat in her words, her eyes whirling red and orange as she looked upward. Her whole body was tense.

Sadly, we just don’t have the stamina to last a fall. Siorreya didn’t like it either. It felt like they were grounded because of something that didn’t come as naturally to Ama as it did for others. Some blues and greens were working on their endurance training, with hopes to increase it, but Siorreya doubted any sort of training would help. Amagetith only growled in response, watching the rain as it fell. Watching and waiting. Shards, but it was difficult for her too. She felt the fluttering in her stomach and marked it immediately as anticipation.

Ny'x - Blue Nimocith

There was always a scurry when it came time for thread, the action and reaction to the shouting of both Master Nadeera and Zenelle. Bandages and numbweed were gathered, people were given their assignments. She noticed and watched with envy as Riasu moved with effortless elegance from one place to the next, responding to each command Zenelle would give out without hesitation. She was too perfect, and it rankled a bit. More then a bit.

You are elegant. The calm voice poked into her mind, and her eyes swiveled in direction of her readied blue. She herself wore her riding breeches and winter thread gear, ready to go when the call for her was issued.

Thanks. Do you need me to check your gear again?

I think eight times is plenty, but you are free to do so. There was no teasing, just a thoughtful kind voice infused with love.

I know. I can’t help it. I’m terrified.

I-I am too mine. But we can do it. We are prepared. Her empathetic dragon was too good for her. She still didn’t know what she had done to deserve him.

You are enough for me. He responded again to her thoughts. Master Nadeera barked at her suddenly, bringing her back to her surroundings, the growl of command reminding her she still had a duty here on the ground as well. She nodded once and went to grab the larger bandages as directed and noticed Riasu looking at her. She felt her cheeks warm in embarrassment, realizing she had caught her distraction. Faintly, Ny’x wondered if Riasu would use it against her, or tell V’than about it. She had seen the way they had interacted at the feast. She set her jaw, annoyed at the woman. She didn’t like her. Not one bit.

[Alyx]

G’rett and Bronze Mastromideth

Rain. G’rett muttered to himself as they came out into the cold, biting weather; if flying Thread wasn’t bad enough, the weather just made it worse. The big Bronze under him rumbled, shifting a wing to drift to the left and open up the air around him in the formation. G’rett was still adjusting to the whole ‘Wingsecond’ thing, but the dragon seemed to take it all in stride. Part of the Wings were still untested, but he hoped they would weather this mess of a Fall.

They will. The voice all but oozed over his thoughts, smothering his concern with pride and warmth. ‘I hope you are right, Mastro. Would hate to lose anyone here.’ He hated the idea of losing anyone period, but the fact this was looking for the most part like the nastiest Fall these newer riders’ would have faced to date… G’rett just hoped this could be a learning experience without fatalities.

Melana and Gold Sularenth

Melana had thought about sitting this mess out. It would have been easy enough; Healers were always happy enough to have a Gold on the ground to keep wounded dragons under control while they worked. Sure, Zalmaranth was on the ground, but whether she was going to be help to the healers or not really depending on if Karredy would actually try to control the bitter beast for once.

Suleranth’s honey-sweet laughter rolled over her rider’s thoughts. That woman should have never been allowed to Stand, much less for a Gold Egg. Melana huffed, reaching down to run a hand over the golden neck at her neck. ‘True. Sometimes I think Zalmaranth chose her because she knew the girl had no backbone to stand up to her.’ It would not surprise me.

In front of them, the pair could see Aerroth’s glittering shape; around them, a few of the weyrlings glided with them. Not weyrlings anymore. Sula's venom-warm voice reminded her, and Melana nodded. Right, not werylings - newly graduated riders; which made it all the stranger, she supposed.vIt was odd, having more than just the pair of Green healers with the Golds, but Melana understood why. ‘Do keep an eye on him?’ Sularenth chuckled again, the sound was harder and harsher than the earlier as the Gold turned an eye in the direction of the Bronze in the air near them. Do not worry. I will not let him cause issues. Oh, Melana hoped the Gold wasn’t pulling her leg with that one.


G’rett/Bronze Mastromideth: Grey
Melana/Gold Sularenth: Indigo

[Taxx]

L'rey of bronze Codrath

Why? Codrath grumbled for what was possibly the hundredth time, sounding as annoyed as the last ninety-nine times he'd asked the same question; L'rey, seated on his back and strapping himself in, gave a sigh of annoyance.

I've told you why. I'm too young to fly any other Wing, so they put us here. You've done it before, it hasn't killed you flying with the golds, so maybe stop?

Stupid. I'm capable and so are you. I do not understand what age has to do with anything. It was a nagging frustration, being held back like this when he wanted, more than anything, to be in one of the other Wings where he could fly and fight properly; this low, it was much more unlikely that any Thread would reach them, which basically meant he might as well not even bother being here. It was a limitation that went against his entire nature in Falls, and Codrath hated it bitterly.

L'rey got it, really, but it wasn't their decision and going against it wouldn't go over well. It was a test of his own ability to contain Codrath, and excepting a few incidents he managed it. Come on, he urged, gripping the straps hard as the bronze surged into the air, following the golds and flashing a quick glance at the others, the Healers and the other riders, like him, too young to be in another Wing.

Freezing rain greeted them on re-entry, and L'rey was quick to tug on his goggles and wrap his jacket tighter around himself as Codrath glided, eyes turned upward and whirling red as he waited for any strands of Thread to drop toward them, ready and waiting to sear the spores to ash- and watching with no small amount of envy at the fighting Wings above.
Color: Silver
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Zi'lor of brown Asriath

Threadfalls always made Zi'lor think of that tragic first one he'd went through at Benden, where his father and his green had died, and it made him wonder how his mother was doing. Maybe he'd visit after this Fall, let her know he was doing okay here at Mavros. Those thoughts went through his mind as he prepared Asriath, the brown twitching but holding still as much as possible in light of the upcoming fight. A check of the straps- you could never, ever be too careful- and then he mounted, going airborne with Tempest and following T'lyron's command between.

The weather could have been better. He hated rain and wind during falls; it made everything that much more dangerous. But it wasn't cold enough to kill Thread before it fell to the ground, and it meant that as bad as it was, they would be staying to ensure it didn't manage to. Settling lower over his brown's back, Zi'lor held on for what would be a long Fall. Asriath, already ignoring everything else, lifted his head higher and let loose the first burst of flame at a knot of Thread falling toward him.
Color: Orange

[Zen]

Possible Threadscore Roll Results

Critical – Your character and/or their dragon have received critical Threadscoring. They are unable to continue fighting and require medical attention immediately.

• Your character makes their exit from the Fall thread. If your dragon is the one with the wound, they may require assistance from another dragon to reach the ground safely.
• Your character will spend time in the infirmary.
• You have free reign to decide where the wound is located, but it MUST be extensive. Be aware that major wing injuries will have your dragon grounded for several months.
• Your character will acquire scarring from this wound.
• Your character will not be able to participate in the next Fall thread as they will still be healing, and may be grounded for longer depending on the type of injury you gave them.
• Your character WILL NOT die or be crippled and forced into retirement unless YOU choose to do so.

Serious – Your character and/or their dragon have received some serious Threadscoring. Medical attention is required, but they may be able to rejoin the fight after the wound is seen to.

• Your character will miss out on the next Fall round while they are being treated.
• You have free reign to decide where the wound is located, but it should be sufficiently large or deep enough to require treatment.
• Your character will acquire scarring from this wound.
• You may decide to make this scoring serious enough to take your character out of the fight, in which case your character can make their exit from the Fall thread and should spend some time in the infirmary.
• Your character will still be able to participate in the next Fall thread, even if you take them out of the fight.

Minor – Your character and/or their dragon have received some minor Threadscoring. After a quick jump or two Between, they are all right to continue fighting.

• You have free reign to decide where the wound is located, but it should not be terribly large or deep.
• Your character can continue fighting as normal and the wound may not even result in scarring, though treatment after Fall is over would be wise.

None – Through a combination of your character's quick wits and their dragon's fighting skills, they have both managed to escape any Threadscoring. For now.

Round 1 Results
A'zael/Fath – None
No’va/Alduntulath – None
V’than/Saruth – None
Muze/Rylath– Serious (Do not choose a color for her this round, she'll be out until the next round being treated)
T’lyron/Doriath – None
Talera/Aerroth – None
G’rett/Mastromideth – None
Melana/Sularenth – None
L’rey/Codrath – None
Zi’lor/Asriath – None
NPC – None

Round 2 has begun. Remember to choose a new color!

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A’zael :: Bronze Fath

The downdrafts were really a pain and A’zael could only imagine that the blue and green riders were cursing it far more than he. The wind was relentless and as his clothing was slowly soaked through, it seemed to blow right through him as well. Why couldn’t they have just had a nice sunny day to fight in? He supposed the isles gave them that more often than not, but it would be much more beneficial for the longer Falls over the continent. He wiped rain and ash from his goggles and chanced a quick look over the Wing stretched out before him as Fath flamed another clump. They were holding together for now, but it was still early in the fight, and he was far too realistic to think that things wouldn’t get worse if the wind didn’t let up. They very well might end up losing some of their longer flying blues and greens before the Fall was over, and possibly some of their reserve fighters as well, which would only make the later part of the Fall all that much harder on the dragons that would be left.

He cast a look behind them at just the right moment, sending him and Fath between as a strand of Thread was driven down at them by a sudden downdraft. His position in the Wing was a rather dangerous one, at the highest point of the falling formation, which gave him no coverage above them from any faster blues or greens nearby. Between would be his best wingmate while they remained in the high position. Coming back out of between, Fath let loose a preemptive flame, and it was a good thing too as he charred a clump heading right for the bronze’s head. Shells, too many close calls already. It was not a promising start, despite the avoidance of any scoring so far. He was left wondering how their newest riders were faring.

No’va :: Brown Alduntulath

Alduntulath rumbled as another sudden downdraft tugged at his wings, pushing them out of formation for Faranth only knew how many times so far. These winds are making it impossible to stay in formation properly, the brown complained, casting an eye over any nearby blues or greens to check on their states in this relentless wind. Aldy! The brown turned his head to flame a clump of Thread he might have missed without his rider’s warning, and he let out a soft croon of apology as the ash fell away with the rain, I am just concerned for my smaller siblings. This wind is straining even for me. No’va frowned at his dragon’s admission, keeping his eyes above them to watch for more Thread, We just have to do our best, and trust everyone else to do their best too. I’m sure if it gets too much they’ll fall back to the Weyr? Right? He wasn’t really sure. He’d never experienced a Fall like this before. He didn’t know if the smaller dragons could just… tap out, if they got too tired? It would make some amount of sense, though, wouldn’t it? Since they’d learned that normally blues and green rotated out for that very reason. It was only Gale Wing and now Tempest Wing that had been flying blues and greens for entire Falls.

He sighed and shook his head slightly. He needed to focus on the Fall not on… all of that. It had little to do with him, after all. Aldy rumbled a pleased note, however, That is how a leader ought to think. No’va brightened a bit, Really? The more he’d experienced of Threadfall, the more he was certain he’d make a rather poor leader in the midst of it. It was too much to think about all at once, too distracting. The brown turned again to flame, sending an encouraging reassurance to his rider, but now was not the time to have such a discussion so he left it at that so the both of them could focus properly on the task at hand.

A’zael/Fath: Yellow
No’va/Alduntulath: Blue
NPC: Red

[tovaana]

Muze :: Green Rylath

A larger group of clumps and individual Thread started in their direction and both Muze and Rylath saw them coming. It looked as if a corner of a sheet of Thread had gotten through the upper Wing. Muze and Rylath had fought clumps before – and every time they rushed toward them and vice versa, Muze’s heart rate picked up and felt a familiar prick of fear at the daunting size and spread of both clumps and strands that blew toward them. We can do this! Rylath hummed determinedly, feeling Muze’s fear and trying to comfort her rider as they drifted quickly with a gust of wind that caught them randomly up instead of down, and then a down draft following quickly after. Muze felt the strain in Rylath’s wings as she let out a determined flame at the clump. Muze had the thought later that perhaps they should have betweened, in case her green’s flame didn’t get all the Thread, especially with the strong downdrafts.

It happened so quickly – she felt Rylath’s pain first, a burning sensation on the tip of her left wing that made the speckled dragon suddenly wing to the left and a couple missed strands from Rylath’s flame smacked her shoulder. When Muze could finally see properly and was mentally preparing to between them, was when she felt the Thread that had burrowed through her leathers and to her shoulder and upper arm.

Muze let out a cry that mirrored the cry from the dragon that had happened a breath before hers, and it was through trained consciousness that Muze was able to between where in the first time in her riding life did she feel glad to be in the cold nothingness. When they came back, the pain was no longer blinding, in fact- from her own adrenalin she thought she was probably fine, but didn’t want to risk Rylath’s life since she couldn’t tell how bad it was the way the dragon always tried to block her own pain away from Muze, though her dragon was flying with a flinch.

‘Tell them we’re okay – but we need to check with the healers.’ Are you okay? ‘I think so, but you're not', she thought, but at the same time spots speckled her vision. She just needed a moment. Muzemine is hurt, we are going to check with the healers and then check back! Rylath directed her voice to the Wingleaders and was drifting already, but waited until they were heard and went down to the healers. As they landed, Muze went to unclip herself, but winced in pain as she tried reaching across her body with her left arm. She curled forward, feeling her dragon crouch under her and other hands help unclip and pull her off and start stripping her jacket off to get to her arm.

“No, it’s Rylath, Rylath was hit.” She said, looking back through her own pain blurred eyes at her green, but her gaze got jerked back and let out a gasp when gentle hands started to work on her shoulder and arm.

V’than :: Brown Saruth

Even with his large brown, he felt the downdrafts push on his large brown’s vast wings. Glancing around he could tell the greens drifted lower, having to fight harder than the larger dragons. It made him think of his sister, but he didn’t have time to think about her – not with Thread among them and in the upper Wing. It was satisfying to watch Thread smoke and turn to ash – white flecks and rain splattering his goggles. He wiped it away as often as necessary, if not more often in order to be able to see well – more frequently when a sheet came in their direction.

‘Remember to let your flame burn long and paced – we’re going to between after you run out, in case we miss parts of it.’ At least they wouldn’t be tackling it alone, surrounding team members went at it together, flaming and they blinked between quickly and came back a moment later in a gap her had seen.

A moment later he felt Saruth rumble under him, his dragon uneasy – but V’than couldn’t tell what it was, though there was a sound of a dragon in pain below them somewhere that made his stomach squirm uncomfortably. He took a deep breath, focusing and directing his dragon at a clump of wriggling Thread after supplying his brown with more firestone.

V’than: Cyan

[kevna]

Ny'x - Blue Nimocith; Riasu - Candidate

One of the things Ny’x loved most about herself was her legs. Long, muscled, and quick-except when dueling for whatever reason-but still, amazing legs. She used them to her advantage when she noticed Rylath and Muze coming in for a landing, hoping to be the first one there. In this instance, she came short, as Riasu seemed to notice them just as quickly and react even faster. The dark-skinned woman even had the good sense to bring a bucket of numbweed, while Ny’x had only grabbed bandages. So deadglow. Why did she have the better sense?

She still got there in time to help Riasu and another healer unclip Muze and pull her off. She overheard Riasu murmur, “I saw, her wing, right? I’ll see to her, but don’t tell us that shoulder isn’t affected. You can’t between like that.” Her voice was gentle, but firm, and Ny’x couldn’t help but insert herself. “Yes, you do that. I’ve got Muze.” She tried to keep the bite she felt towards the ‘other woman’ out of her voice, but even still it came out edged. Riasu gave her a measure look, but she just smiled and nodded to both Ny’x and the other healer and moved her bucket of numbweed towards the affected wing. Luckily, the other healer had brought numbweed as well.

She got to work immediately cleaning the wound, and the other healer departed after assessing the damage as minor and only needing one healer’s assistance. Her ministrations issued a gasp from the greenrider and Ny’x offered a sympathetic smile. “Sorry, the numbweed will help in a moment.” She noted the rider’s-soaked clothes and gave a grimace. “Can I get a blanket over here?” She called out, and then glanced back to Muze as she started bandaging her. “Maybe we can warm you up before you head back out there. The injury shouldn’t keep you out as long as you’re careful. If you want to. Go back, I mean.” She could understand balking at re-entering after being injured. She tried and failed at ignoring Riasu’s own movements, watching how effortlessly she seemed to tend to the green, overhearing comments like, “If you would reposition your wing like this,” and “That’s it, you are doing great Rylath, almost done.” As she cleaned and then used numbweed on the green’s wing expertly. Jealousy ran rampant through Ny’x. Why did Riasu have to be so sharding perfect? "I think that lovely wing will be just fine." Her voice was gentle, and filled with sickening comfort.

Riasu walked over when her job was finished, right as Ny’x was completing her own work as well. “Her wing looks good enough to fly on, though I’ll want to check it again once more after your duty in the sky is complete. A bandage while flying would probably come undone, but when she’s resting having one in place will help with the pain.” She looked so relaxed and confident as she relayed her assessment, and Ny’x felt her pride prickle. She had an almost commanding presence. Her own words felt weak as they followed Riasu’s, “And I’m done as well. Though with the weather out there and you being active, it’ll need attention again as well.”

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[Taxx]

L'rey of bronze Codrath

There wasn't much action this far down, not yet, despite the constant scanning from the bronze, and his thoughts were full of the what-ifs of surging away from Zephyr Wing and tagging on to one of the Wings above; L'rey held him tight, knowing something like that would only get them in trouble at the very least; at most, it would disrupt the solidarity the Wing had and could put another pair in harm's way, and being the cause of someone else getting scored would be due reason for them to end up grounded.

A toss of Codrath's head in an expression of distaste at his rider's refusal to go along with what he thought was a plan that couldn't possibly go wrong- the bronze's tunnel vision at the simple need to do more than what he currently was keeping him from considering that they'd do more harm than good by doing what they were supposed to be doing...

It's not happening. Stop it and concentrate.

A heavy snort and a fresh surge of frustration, but Codrath held his position- so far- and he and L'rey kept their gazes alert for any strands of Thread that the Wings above might miss.
Color: Cyan
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Zi'lor of brown Asriath

Asriath scorched the Thread easily, tucking in his wings to avoid a clump blown his way, and Zi'lor turned his head just long enough to see another rush of flame sear the clump before it fell much farther. His breath of relief twisted into a grunt as a sudden downdraft flattened him against Asriath's back and forced the dragon downward for a few feet; he regained the height easily enough and grumbled.

We are fighting more than Thread this time. I do not like it.

The risk of injury was higher, that was for sure. Thread was buffeted by the wind as much as the dragons were, and it would be too easy for one to brush up against skin or hide and do its terrible damage. There was a cry that was evidence that someone, already, had been on the receiving end of such a score, and when he turned his head he noticed the speckled green form of one of the newly graduated weyrlings diving ground-ward to be treated. Zi'lor hoped it wasn't too bad of an injury.

Asriath jerked him just then, pulling up sharply to avoid a spore that dropped in front of him, and he ducked his head to flame it, and then another that fell to his left; Zi'lor rubbed a hand over his neck in mute praise for his watchfulness despite the poor conditions they were facing.
Color: Red

[Alyx]

G’rett and Bronze Mastromideth

The moment the flames started to burn, G’rett was glad for his heavy gear. Even if the rain soaked it to his skin, the massive Bronze spent to much time in and out of Between that the healer was happier for the warmth against the biting black chill then worried for the wet. Humorlessly, he considered he was probably less soaked than the rest of the Wing, given how much time his big Bronze spent dodging.

They still burned their fair share. He kept his eyes on the air over them, and those closest to them, making sure that Mastro had the views he needed to keep their wingmates safe. It felt different, being a Second then just a wingrider. He worried more… he didn’t really need a reason to worry more, especially with the newly graduated riders in the mix, but he did. He wished he didn’t, it was going to do rotten things to his gut later.

‘Right.’ I see it. A dip of the wing and the Bronze sliced into the dark cold again, only to come out a few lengths from where he had been. A belch of flames charred the clumps to soft, sooty ash and Mastro rumbled softly, drifting back into position. This is not a good Fall. ‘It’s never a good Fall.’ But this is worse. Too much, too close together. G’rett frowned, leaning forward to slap the dragon’s neck gently, trying not to let the foreboding words bother him as they continued the fighting.

Melana and Gold Sularenth

Melana clamped down on the trigger again, letting the flames bark out of the flamethrower to burn the net of Thread. Sularenth banked and snarled, but her rage seemed more focused on her dodging rather than the fall-through. At least for the moment? It wasn’t bad yet, but this early?

‘Is it the babies?’ They weren’t babies anymore – the clutches were mature, full-fledged fighting dragons; but at the same time, they were still ‘babies’ in a way? No. It is bad weather for the Fall. The Wings are having problems in the high winds. ‘Who told you?’ Sularenth banked a little to the right, rumbling to let Melana know there was more to burn. The woman aimed the flamer, pulled the trigger and the flames shot out over the silvered strands, burning and curling them into ash.

I listen. Many of the higher Wings do not care to keep their thoughts to themselves. Sula’s head swung around, a heavy huff of breath blowing the ashed bits into nothing. They talk of wounded and winds; the rain makes it harder too. Sula rumbled deep in her chest. One Green is already down. ‘Who?’ Melana almost expected some snapping insult, but instead, after a moment. One of the young ones. Rylath and her rider. ‘How bad?’ They landed on their own, that is all I know. Mel didn’t push for more and instead turning her attention back to hunting for more fall-through.

G’rett/Bronze Mastromideth: Lime
Melana/Gold Sularenth: Black

[Zen]

Round 2 Results
A'zael/Fath – None
No’va/Alduntulath – Minor
V’than/Saruth – Minor
G’rett/Mastromideth – Serious (Do not choose a color for him this round, he'll be out until the next round being treated)
Melana/Sularenth – None
L’rey/Codrath – None
Zi’lor/Asriath– Serious (Do not choose a color for him this round, he'll be out until the next round being treated)
NPC – Critical

Wing Rotation
High Wing: Tempest, Falling Backward Vee Formation.
Middle Wing: Breeze, Falling Backward Vee Formation.
Low Wing: Gale, Falling Triple Trail Formation.
Queen's Wing: Zephyr, FallingTrail Formation.

Round 3 has begun. Remember to choose a new color!

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A’zael :: Bronze Fath

Fath rumbled a low growl suddenly, the bronze keenly aware of how his rider liked to keep track of all the things going on in the Wings, Rylath’s ishurtsafe. He flamed another clump of Thread as A’zael cast another glance over the Wing. Rylath was one of the newly graduated dragons, a green in Tempest. Ah, right. Muze. He grimaced at the thought of the girl being scored, but Fath didn’t seem terribly concerned so he was sure the pair would be alright in the end. Hurtsafe was the bronze’s phrase for seeking treatment, but it also generally meant the pair in question rejoined the fight after. Anyone else? Littlehurts, the bronze assured. Minor scoring only, then. That was good… good so far….

But he didn’t dare push his Wing much harder. He was keeping them in the high position a bit longer than usual, while they were all still fresh, before they started losing pairs to injury or exhaustion. Not to mention delaying Tempest’s move to the high position for the first time. They did not rotate Wings during short Falls and he had thus far kept Tempest Wing out of the high position. Were they a normal Weyr, the newly formed Wing wouldn’t even be fighting Thread yet. They’d be given plenty more time to drill together, get used to their new Wingleader and seconds and wingmates, build trust and cooperation. But Mavros didn’t really have the luxury of just NOT using a Wing right now for long enough to give them the chance to teambuild properly.

And this would also be the first Wing rotation the new riders would experience mid Fall. Rotations had been a problem when the last class had joined the ranks and though he had made sure to work with the other Wingleaders to schedule extra Flight drills for the practice of it, it wasn’t quite the same as the real thing. Injuries were always more commonplace during rotations.

He gripped at his straps as he considered, and made the call, keeping an eye above them the entire time, Fath, tell the Wing, and tell Gamath and Doriath. Prepare for rotation. The bronze broadcasted the announcement to their Wing, with the addition of the two other bronzes in the lower Wings as requested, Prepareforrotation! He flamed another clump of Thread from the sky as A’zael waited for confirmation from his Wingleaders that their Wings were ready to make the move.

Breeze Wing would jump first, informing the Queen’s Wing before they did as it would leave them open to a bit more fall through while the low position was momentarily unoccupied. Once Breeze was settled into position just below Tempest, ready to take over the Middle position, Tempest would make the jump to just below Gale, and once they had arrived A’zael waited only a few moments to ensure the other Wing was as ready as they could be to take over in the high position before having Fath tell the Wing to between to low position altitude, taking over Breeze Wing’s former place.

And it was in the midst of this shifting that the pained cries of dragons started filling the air. Gaze still trained upward, A’zael saw a blue spiraling downward from Breeze Wing and Fath let out a concerned moan, Hadryth ishurt! Hurtbad! The blue… another of the new riders. In another moment the blue had winked away. With the lack of keening he could only assume it was back to the Weyr and that they would be safe with treatment. Fath made a report of several more injuries, though at least these were hurtsafes rather than hurtbads, and though he had been expecting it, A’zael still cursed it.

No’va :: Brown Alduntulath

The pained cry of a dragon drew the attention of rider and dragon both momentarily, Aldy? Rylath, the brown responded, his concern for the green apparent, They’re leaving to be seen by healers. No’va tensed as he quickly turned his attention back above them. He couldn’t worry too much about it. The healers would see to them… they’d be fine. He had to keep his mind on the fight if he didn’t want to join them.

There had been a few close calls for them, but between, well, betweening, and faster wingmates helping to look out for them, No’va and Alduntulath had thus far managed to escape any scoring. Aldy was way more at risk anyway, being a much bigger target, but considering the brown had been scored in that last Fall they’d fought in, he didn’t imagine they’d escape it forever, not when this Fall was going to give them plenty more chances to get hurt. We will survive. A scoring is not a death sentence. It could be…, No’va couldn’t help but mutter back mentally, keeping his gaze turned upward.

When the order came that they would be rotating to high position, he drew in a deep breath as he mentally prepared for what was about to become a much harder fight. They’d never fought without another Wing above them, offering a buffer. We can do this. Alduntulath’s encouragement helped only so much. The order came and they betweened with the rest of the Wing after Breeze Wing appeared beneath them. After they’d reappeared, it didn’t take long before Gale Wing retreated to the low position, leaving them the first line of defense. No’va was not quite prepared for how much thicker Thread was falling without another Wing thinning it out first and they’d barely settled into their new position when a burning pain lanced through him and he quickly sent them between.

Returning only a heartbeat later, he felt his heart pounding harder than ever, Are you alright? It was you, wasn’t it? Yes… I am fine. It caught the edge of my wing. Should we- I’m fine. Focus. He burned a swath of Thread before it could fall past them and it was all No’va could do to keep track of it all falling around them to prevent another score. He kept a return image fixed in his mind and referenced it often as he sent them between more than he ever had before to avoid further harm to his dragon.

A’zae/Fath: brown
No’va/Alduntulath: bronze
NPC: black

[tovaana]

Muze :: Green Rylath

Muze was still looking back at her green as Riasu was talking soothingly to her. She felt a sudden wave of guilt, as if she had been solely responsible for her dragon’s pain. Whatever was wrong with Muze would be fine, she was sure of that, but she couldn’t be sure with Rylath. Her green felt her rider’s presence pressing in, but the green was actively trying to block out the pain in her wing so her rider wouldn’t worry. I’m fine. The green pressed instead, determination as much in her green’s voice as there was in Muze’s mind.

“Huh, okay.” She responded to Riasu, watched her go to Rylath to help her, her eyes moving to N’yx at the familiar voice. “oh, hi N’yx.” She was grateful for a familiar face, and glanced back, recognizing suddenly the woman who was treating Rylath as the one who had been hanging around V’than – or at least, V’than had been hanging around her. She’d never seen her brother in love, but she wondered wistfully if he had found love, whatever that meant. It seemed like a distant abstract thing, something Muze wouldn’t be able to find, for whatever reasons… like Muze being so blunt and she was still young too – she looked young and felt too young to find something like she’d seen in people around her. It made people act so funny too, it reminded her of the silly feelings she'd felt around A'zael, but that simply been infatuation, not love.

She kept glancing back at her green, realizing that all the love she needed was that of her dragon. Perhaps one day she’d find someone, but in the moment it didn’t matter – as long as Rylath was okay.

Her eyes snapped to N’yx, a fire in them, her focus back on things more important than fantastical things like love. “Of couse I want to! If you say I’m okay to go back, then we will.” Then a flash of alarm went through her, wondering if Rylath was okay to go back too. I told you, I’m fine. Riasu was coming back and Muze released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She beamed at Riasu, glancing back at Rylath. “Thank you.” As she had been more worried about her green and less for herself, but she glanced at N’yx as she realized that she had also helped her. “Thank you, too. We’re going back.”

A tremble of fear went through her at the idea of going back up into the wind, rain, and Thread, but she felt Rylath’s comfort and wild hatred of Thread, enough to instill confidence that buoyed her spirits as she remounted and clipped herself back in. The numbweed was working and she only felt the slightest strain under her new jacket. As they launched back into the sky, she tried not to wonder how many more jackets she’d go through in her lifetime. She suddenly had a deeper respect for dragonriders who had devoted their life to Thread; in present and past times.

‘Tell Doriath we’re coming back.’ She told Rylath who informed the Wing they were returning, blinking up just as switch was being made to relieve the Gale wing. She felt chest tighten, catching a glimpse of Saruth as they switched and blinked away – now it was their job to take the brunt of the Threadfall. With a fear and bravery twisted as one, Rylath darted to a clump and burned it from the damp sky.

V’than :: Brown Saruth

Rotating soon. His brown’s informative voice was gentle, but loud enough that it couldn’t be ignored. He was beginning to recognize that his dragon, while quiet, was also not as passive as he seemed. Just like his large body that the wind had a harder time tossing about, he was immoveable in…whatever it was that he felt. His dragon just didn’t worry about the many things that humans did. ‘Alright, don’t stop flaming though – not until it’s time.’ He supplied his dragon with more firestone, glancing down at the wing that appeared under him. It wasn’t hard to recognize the larger speckled green in the Wing and he felt a pang of anxiety that his sister would be taking the upper position with her wing. She won’t be alone. His brown’s simple voice trying to dispel his rider’s concern and help focus him on the change that they were about to do.

The dragon’s all blinked away and reappeared lower- but V’than felt a jolt of surprise and pain in his tail…it took him the barest of moments to realize that he didn’t have a tail and it was his dragon’s snarl at being hit by Thread. The blinked away between and then came back and V’than quickly assessed what had happened. ‘You’re okay.’ V’than thought, not much question in the words because he was realizing that it was a small nick, not something worth going down for. I am. The brown answered anyways, so his rider would continue to focus on their new duty in the lower Wing position.

Muze: Silver
V'than: Yellow

[Taxx]

L’rey : Bronze Codrath

There was some activity now, and Codrath’s red whirling gaze flicked from one strand to another as the spores continued to rain down on them. He wanted to flame them all, regardless of formation and the other dragons around them, but L’rey’s firm control kept him in line- literally- and he was left with this poor effort.

The brief rotation allowed far more to drift through the Wings toward Zephyr, and Codrath tilted his head toward a nasty-looking clump a draft sent spinning toward him; he flamed it to ash that was immediately dampened by rain and plastered itself to his hide. He grumbled at that, but it’d be a simple matter to wash at the lake or the ocean to get it off, and he had more pressing things to worry about right now.

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Zi’lor : Brown Asriath

Taking the high position in Threadfall was always risky; without any dragons overhead to help thin the spores, they fell heavily, and the weather wasn’t helping one bit. Asriath was fighting to keep himself from being buffeted by the wind, hard blasts shoving him constantly from the formation. He’d managed well enough so far, but it’d only be harder taking high wing.

Still, when the order was given, Asriath obeyed. The freezing cold of between did nothing to help the chill they were already feeling, Zi’lor’s jacket stiffening as water froze to ice in a heartbeat, but even the cold weather felt a touch warmer than the black nothingness had.

It was a bad outlook on the rest of the fall when, mere seconds after emerging back into the fight, a gust of wind sent a tangled knot of Thread at him, and though Asriath tried to twist them away at the spark of alarm that sent yet another chill through Zi’lor, it was too late, too close, and they contacted at his left shoulder. Something so lethal shouldn’t look as harmless as Thread did, was the nonsense thought that flashed through the rider’s mind, even as the spores ate away at his jacket and his skin, and the pain of it forced a cry from him.

Asriath’s roar followed shortly, and they were between again a second later, the awful cold crumbling Thread into dust and making his shoulder throb. Zi’lor turned his head away as they came out over the Weyr, not wanting to see the extent of the injury; it hurt enough that he knew it wasn’t going to be pretty. He could feel blood beginning to run the length of his arm, the sleeve of the jacket jerking like it was barely attached still. Asriath dove quickly, intent on getting him to the Healers, his landing heavier than Zi’lor was used to, and he hissed as the impact jarred his shoulder.

He was clear enough to unhook the straps, the brown’s help in dismounting greatly appreciated, and he kept the arm as still as possible as his other, uninjured arm began to work at unbuttoning the jacket, the corner of his mind not concerned with the worsening throb of the score pointing out it’d need to come off before Healers could begin treatment.
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[kevna]

Ny'x - Blue Nimocith

Ny’x smiled warmly when Muze recognized her, realizing that the girl was probably in shock, which was probably what really inspired her yelling for the blanket that never came. She tried not to be offended when Muze reacted strongly to the possibility that she might not want to go back. It was okay to be afraid… right? She felt a little embarrassed that she had allowed herself to project her own feelings onto the younger girl. “Okay then.” She said with a resolute nod and a smile.

Now finished, she tried not to allow the jealousy curling in her stomach to show through as Muze thanked Riasu, and the woman smiled and offered her a simple, “you’re very welcome, good luck greenrider.” Even that had been an effortless boost for the girl-saying her credentials. Ny’x just nodded at Muze and gave an encouraging smile, and suddenly a loud keening noise came from above. Her eyes noticed Riasu’s slight wince, a pained expression fleeting over her face. “Excuse me.” She said, as Muze had started preparations to get back into the air, and the dark-skinned woman turned and started running towards the plummeting blue. Ny’x waved briefly to Muze and followed, struggling to keep up with the woman.

“It’s Hadryth.” Riasu said resolutely when she noticed Ny’x following, and the bluerider slowed, wondering how she could know that already… She couldn’t, so Ny’x continued to follow, noting Master Zenelle’s frantic shouting in preparation for the blue’s landing. She could tell the dragon was in pain by the way it flew, and when he landed heavily, she jumped into the chaos as R’tol unclipped himself, worry plain on his face. “Are you hurt?” Ny’x asked, doing a quick once over. He growled out that he was fine, his main concern for his dragon. She would have pushed, but the blue’s injuries were extensive, even she could tell. She stepped out of the way, allowing Master Zenelle to direct her helpers, Riasu included, in treating the blue without her being in the way.

As she stepped out, she noticed a brown dragon descending, and her brows descended in concern as she recognized the scarred brown as the one she had seen every day she and Zi’lor had practiced her dueling. “Asriath.” She murmured. She grabbed her kit of bandages and cleaning supplies as well as a bucket of numbweed and began trotting to where the descending pair was headed, trying not to allow herself to imagine exaggerated damage that could have befallen Zi’lor. Ny’x got there as Zi’lor was dismounting and her brows knitted farther down as she noticed the awkward hang of his jacket, seeing the blood pooling from his shoulder. She took a sharp intake of breath and immediately put down her equipment and assisted in taking off the jacket.

“Shells Zi’lor, sit down.” She said with authority, pushing at him to sit on his brown’s leg, while glancing at Asriath to ascertain he hadn’t received damage along with his rider. She was always in her element when it came to healing-at least now he would see her do something she was actually good at. “This is going to hurt.” She grabbed her cleaning equipment and went about cleaning the injury as gently and firmly as she could. It wasn’t as bad as the blood had made it seem, and she felt herself relax a little. “It didn’t eat at the muscle. You had me worried there with all that blood.” She gave him a little relieved smile, and expertly rubbed the numbweed in place. “Can’t have my arms-master unable to swat at me.” She teased lightly and grabbed a bandage, starting to wrap it. “There, how does that feel?” She allowed herself to be mollified, he would be just fine. “Your shoulder will likely be stiff, but you should be clear for duty. Maybe I’ll actually be able to get a good thwack in our next practice.” She doubted it, but one could hope. Ny’x stepped back to look at her work, satisfied with herself, extremely happy he would be alright, though also concerned about him heading back into the fray while injured. She had wanted to tell him he should sit out, but the healer in her wouldn’t allow it. He would be fine. She told it to herself a couple of times.

It is time. They are calling us in. Another thrill of fear, but this time for herself and Nimocith, ran through her, chilling her. At least Zi’lor would be out there. She had come to trust the brownrider, even if she still struggled with the sword. “Good luck, Zi’lor. I’ll see you out there.” She gave him one more onceover, as if to confirm he’d be alright, and then with a wave and a smile, off she went to find Nimo. Once clipped, her blue launched them into the air. Her belly thrummed with flutters of fear, and she took a steadying breath.

We will do just fine. His voice was comforting and firm, though she thought she felt his own fear if but briefly. We will. She gave him some firestone, ignoring the chill of the air and wet rain. It felt worse in the air, then when she had been on the ground. They betweened into position, top wing as instructed. Top wing. One of the most dangerous positions. Almost immediately they came face to face with a large net, and Nimocith let loose fire, obliterating their enemy.
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Siorreya – Green Amagetith

They were acutely aware of each injury that came into the weyr, but still they weren’t called in. It was starting to get to Amagetith, and what got to the green usually did start to leech into Siorreya. She was constantly working on their bond, keeping them separated. It was a work in progress. The small lithe green was restless awaiting their time. Finally, it came, and they were called to the wing. What formation are we in?

Triple trail formation, low wing. It was a growl, showing off her obvious displeasure at being thrust into the lower wing. It meant less thread; it was the easier wing placement.

It’s good. We’ll start off easy and we’ll be prepared for anything. But the competitive side in Siorreya felt the same as her green dragon. They were off into the air, and Siorreya imagined their place in the triple formation as she gave her dragon some firestone. They betweened, coming out right where they should, but a strong downdraft whipped at them, and Siorreya gasped at the sensation of the cold air stealing any warmth Between had left her. The rain was light, but it would soak her soon enough, especially with the way the wind whipped at her.

There! The green responded, almost missing the rope of thread as another downdraft tried to drag them out of formation. This was going to be a long battle against the winds.

Ny'x - Gold
Siorreya - Violet