Life Goes On [Worlds Apart Threadfall Lesson]

[Zen]

Turn 2761, Early 12th Month
About a week after Sularenth's rise

D'rew, Sk'lar

The loss of K’ton and then Karredy left 11th month as one of the worst Mavros had seen in a long time, overshadowing the graduation of the Night and Day weyrlings, his class, and the installment of their new Weyrwoman, Melana. The chaos was only just beginning to settle from that terrible, tragic mating flight. Mavros had lost a gold it sorely needed. D’rew sighed lightly as he surveyed the class before him, his gaze settling briefly on Riyobith at the thought of golds. A’zael had asked him to take up the mantle of Weyrlingmaster after K’ton’s death, until they had a new Weyrwoman who could make whatever appointment she liked, and he agreed though he had no real desire to keep the position for long. He was happy as an assistant. But since Sularenth’s rise, D’rew rather thought Melana had enough to deal with for the time being and decided not to bother pressing her to make a new appointment. He would be fine in the position for now, if it would help.

“Alright, all… as Sabanth informed you, today you’ll be trying your hand at fighting Thread for the first time!” he offered a mildly amused grin, “Not real Thread, of course.” He gestured above them to where the nearly graduated Champions of Legend class was already in the air, waiting to drop rope on them, “I’ve invited several riders to join us today so that I can sort you into proper Wings to give you a more authentic experience. The senior class in the air will be dropping dyed rope down on you, which will fall similarly to real Thread. If struck, they will leave a mark on you or your dragon, which I and my… assistants will be watching for.” It was still odd to say. “Each hit will rack up points for your Wing, and in this game, you do not want the highest score. I’ll be dividing you into two Wings and the Wing at the end with the lower score wins! While I hope you take this exercise seriously, as it will keep you alive come time for you to fight the real thing, I also hope you can have some fun with it.”

He looked them all over and gave a small nod, looking down at the list he’d made dividing everyone up into their Wings, “Now then, our Wingleaders for the day will be Tak’ril and Cirene.” His gaze found each of them, lingering on the woman for a moment and giving her a wink. It wasn’t exactly normal to put a bluerider in charge, but he was aware of her ambitious nature so he thought he would give her a chance today to taste what she was chasing.

“What?”

The disgusted question was spat from one of the bronzeriders, and D’rew’s gaze settled on Th’ron’s disgruntled face, “You have a question, Th’ron?”

“K’ton would have never put a bluerider in charge,” the young bronzerider spat, casting a furious look at Cirene.

“Well K’ton is dead,” Sk’lar replied dryly, his gaze settled on Th’ron, unimpressed as always with the entitled young man, “And here stands our bluerider weyrlingmaster.”

“I’ve had about enough of your disrespect you-”

D’rew raised his voice, “Th’ron!” His gaze shifted to Sk’lar for a moment as well, giving him a small shake of the head for him to back down, to which the other bluerider shrugged and relented, “I am indeed not K’ton, but I am in charge here. I will give the chance at leadership to anyone that wishes to try their hand at it, and there will be plenty of chances. You will get yours as well. Now if you wish to fly today I suggest you keep your colorist opinions to yourself.”

Sk’lar snorted a laugh he couldn’t quite contain at the look on Th’ron’s face, but the bronzerider snapped his jaw shut with a click and just glared at their new weyrlingmaster.

“As I was saying,” D’rew continued, “If I call your name, you will be flying in Tak’ril’s Wing, so please join him to hear his strategy for today.” He listed off the riders he had assigned to the bronzerider, Th’ron included, which seemed to mollify him somewhat, and once he was finished announced, “Anyone whose name I did not call is part of Cirene’s Wing, so please join her. Tak’ril, your Wing will begin in the high position, and Cirene, yours will start low.” D’rew’s eyes sought Aleni, “Aleni, you and Riyobith will be flying beneath the low Wing and doing your best to catch anything they miss with your flamethrower. It is the low Wing’s job to do their best to protect the queens below them, so any points that Aleni and Riyobith accrue will be added to whoever’s Wing is in the low position at the time. About half way through our practice I will call a stop to the Fall so that your Wings may switch places. Wingleaders, it is your job to decide on the strategy your Wing will use to face this Fall, assessing the weather conditions to set a plan for your Wing’s formation. If there are no questions from anyone, you may set your strategies and get your Wings in the air.”

Wing 1
Wingleader: Tak’ril of Bronze Agureyth
Th’ron of Bronze Guilroth
Karo of Brown Gargerrith
E’rik of Brown Anatath
B’ran of Blue Rahamth
Sk’lar of Blue Ikkamath
M’nis of Blue Vexeveth
D’lon of Green Catarath
Thenna of Green Laceth
Jumbria of Green Argareth
Dalla of Green Kyurenath
?? of Green Palogeth

Wing 2
Wingleader: Cirene of Blue Imperath
?? of Bronze Gaburuth
K’var of Brown Kabutenth
V’rat of Brown Killith
Mizao of Brown Wendiloth
R’li of Blue Fersoth
R’den of Blue Kersalith
Javana of Green Volututh
Maylin of Green Eswanth
K’los of Green Arkyloth
A’ron of Green Wortinth
?? of Green Salatoth

Special Note: Aleni and Riyoboth will be flying on their own beneath the Low Wing catching anything the Wings miss. Any ‘scores’ they receive will be applied to the Wing in the Low position at the time of the scoring. I will not be giving them their own scoring range and it will be the same as everyone else’s.

Conditions: Light/Breezy Downdrafts, Clear Weather, Sunny and Cold

This is going to work similarly to a normal Threadfall, only no one will be dropping out of the fight at any point and there will be 4 rounds instead of 6. The first 2 rounds will be played with Wing 1 in high position and then the last 2 rounds will be played with Wing 2 in high position. As this is their first time ever playing at Threadfall, there is a GOOD likelihood of getting hit, seeing as they have no real idea what they’re doing just yet, so the rolls reflect this. The color choices for this are more limited as well, and you will find the list below. Additionally, I will be making a roll for an NPC from each Wing every round, since we have a lot more NPCs for this class. kevna and tovaana should be the first ones to post, so as to decide on their Wing’s formation - information on this can be found in the Threadfighting 101 thread and I’m not helping you decide ;) - but after the first round and formations are set, anyone can post in any order as with normal Fall. There is no time limit for posting in this as there is with normal Fall, but I will move the thread forward if it stagnates too long and begin new rounds as I feel it necessary. You may use ONE save during this, but it will be a full save, you can't split it to use 'half' saves. If you have any questions, please feel free to DM me or ask in the Threadfall channel in the discord~

Red
Orange
Yellow
Lime
Cyan
Purple
Pink
Tan
Silver
Black

Roll Result Possibilities
8-10 - Major - A major hit is anywhere on the dragon’s head or wings, and anywhere at all on the rider. A major hit counts for 5 points.
5-7 - Minor - A minor hit is anywhere on the dragon that is not the head or wings. A minor hit counts for 1 point.
1-4 - None. 0 points.

[kevna]

Tak'ril - Bronze Agureyth

To say he wasn’t nervous would be lying. Still, there was a stronger sense of pride he felt at being chosen for wingleader for their first threadfall practice. Agureyth was the largest of their class’s clutch, and he was bold, strong, thoughtful, and intelligent.

And then there’s you. You have the will to be a leader.

Well, I hope so. Tak’ril was a little wry with his comment. He wasn’t overly concerned about that aspect, seeing as mostly he wouldn’t directly be speaking to his wing, Agureyth would be doing that for him. Crowds made him uneasy, though his class was less of a crowd to him now, and one middling sized crew. It made him slightly more comfortable, plus focusing on the work aspect, him thinking it as just another aspect of the job much like on his fishing ship, made it easier. He still kept to himself for the most part, but had gotten to know many individually in his time with them, or observed the others to know enough to have some understanding of them. For instance, Th’ron would be an issue if he was selected for his team. More-so if he chose a blue rider over as one of his wingseconds.

This was furthermore apparent when D’rew gave the other Wingleader position to Cirene, not only a bluerider, but a female. He watched the encounter between D’rew, Th’ron, and Sk’lar carefully, his temper simmering. He felt a loyalty toward D’rew, who was teaching them well, and was respectful in contrast to K’ton’s way of teaching had been. He also felt loyal to M’nis, who was a trusted friend and also a bluerider. He understood the hierarchy, the fact that bronzes and browns had some kind of strong sway over the blues and greens, but in the end a decisive leader shouldn’t depend on the sway.

He only nodded to D’rew when the weyrlingmaster informed him of his assignment. High wing.

I felt the downdrafts on the way here. His bronze mentioned thoughtfully, following Tak’ril’s train of through about how to position his crew-er-wing. He had decided on his wingseconds as well, and could feel Agureyth’s approval.

The falling formation would be the most optimal against the downdrafts, His bronze agreed once he had come to a decision. But what do you think of a backward V instead of a forward? Tak’ril considered the suggestion, nodding. Yes, you’re right, that would assist better. He waited for his group to join him, considering them.

“Sk’lar and E’rik you will be my wingseconds.”

“Excuse me?” Came the low, angry retort of Th’ron.

“You don’t expect me to choose a wingsecond who has already questioned authority once, do you?” His jaw was tense and his arms folded over his chest, daring Th’ron to say more.

“So, you turn on your own kind.” Th’ron hissed quietly, trying not to be overheard. Tak’ril raised a hand, making sure no one stepped in, casting a warning glance at Sk’lar. He would handle this. “I see only you doing that, Th’ron. You obviously have no respect for your fellow riders, and therefore aren’t capable of leading them.”

Guilroth’s angry rumble could be heard, and Agureyth responded in kind, bearing up and looking down at the other bronze.

“I won’t forget this, Tak’ril.” The furious bronzerider said. Tak’ril ignored it, jumping back into explaining his strategy. “We’ll start off in a Falling Backward V, Sk’lar will take the left front point, E’rik the right. I’ll take the last point, M’nis, I want you to be in the immediate forward flanking on my right, Karo, my left.” He wanted to be able to keep an eye on them, especially as Karo was a target in Th’ron’s mind as a female brownrider, and he trusted M’nis to watch his back. He gave the rest their positions, and realized this was there he would encourage and dismiss them. Should have planned that out too. He simply left off with, “Okay, then-uh let’s get into the air. I’ll be able to watch all of you from my position.” He looked at Th’ron pointedly, “Beware the downdrafts, and remember to keep your eyes eh-all around.” Well that should be apparent, right? Oh well.

A good reminder. His solid bronze stated. What did you say to Guilroth?

I dared him to challenge mine again. His bronze said simply, only a little of the heat leftover. Tak’ril chuckled, launching himself up onto his ever growing bronze. After he was clipped in, he waited till his wing was ready, and signaled Agureyth to give them the okay for flight. Getting into position took time but was easy enough to accomplish, and he surveyed their formation carefully, feeding his bronze firestone, alert and prepared.

Color: Orange

[tovaana]

Weyrling Cirene :: Blue Imperath

Her smug satisfaction turned into a brilliant smile at D’rew when his gaze found hers. Not that her desires had been secret in any way, it had been K’ton who had held her back if anyone had. She did not regret him being gone, but she was not so calloused to have wanted him gone by death.

And eyebrow rose at the consternation of the familiar tone. She was not surprised, but interested and she met his disgusted look with one of her winning, but perhaps a little smug, smiles. Her head tilted, feeling all powerful, knowing there was nothing the bronzerider weyrling could say to change her position, silently grateful for Sk'lar's defense, even if it wasn't just for her.

She knew better than to fold into that hate, but she could feel her blue bristling by her, his gaze whirling red with the desire to strike out at the rider’s bronze… which was curious, since it was the rider who was throwing the insults. ‘Imperath.’ She warned. He didn’t look back at her, his anger was dissipating and becoming his own smug satisfaction. ‘What did you do?’ Throwing Guilroth off his game. She groaned inwardly, her jaw clenching. ‘If you ruin this opportunity for us, so help me.’ Her thoughts hissed furiously. ‘You will be kind to your classmates. I do not want us getting disqualified for… well, anything you might do, what if that bronze is in our Wing?’ The blue snorted, but did not respond, still far too pleased with the way the bronze was eying him with his red whirling gaze.

The reprimand had been satisfying, but not quite as much as it would to prove to the bronzer that she was capable. She pursed her lips thoughtfully as Tak’ril’s Wing was called, somewhat relieved she wouldn’t have to deal with Th’ron on top of everything else. She winked at him as he went, a small smile on her lips as she stroked her blue’s white nose that hovered near her head.

Once the remaining weyrlings were left to her she turned to them, feeling the pit of her stomach stir in discomfort as she faced them, but put on a smile regardless. She’d been busy the past couple months as she’d extended her training for her blue for endurance… it had taken up most of her time, the rest of it she’d tried to mend or create bonds with her fellow weyrlings, something foreign since she couldn’t bring herself to trust them… but after speaking with A’zael, it had left her with a sense that if she was to fail, it would be because of her negative views on others, that or the way her blue picked on browns and bronzes.

We should choose Fersoth and Kersalith as our seconds. Her blue whispered with a sort of triumph at the power they held. She glanced at her blue disapprovingly, who she realized was paying more attention to the other group who was getting situated, but she turned her brown gaze with a resolved look at her Wing. ‘You think small.’ Was all she retorted mentally before focusing at the task at hand.

“Triple trail. Mizao, K’var- would you two accept being my seconds?” She met the eyes of each. Brown riders, one female – one not. “I’ll have both of you at the back of the outer lines, you’ll be my eyes. I’ll head the middle one.” She hoped having two of their browns in the back would help them to see what they were missing, and hopefully take care of it if they could… she didn’t like being up front and blind, but she hoped it would show the others she trusted them at her back, even if it was against all that she felt. They got in mock positions on the ground and she had the bronze in the middle to take the brunt of the 'Thread' and spread the colors out in a checkered position as much as she could.

I heard Agureyth’s mention something about downdrafts. Murmured Imperath with his slyness and she clenched her jaw in frustration. ‘I don’t need their help.’ Imperath looked at her with wide eyes, mock surprise. Oh? What about mine? She rolled her eyes. “Falling variation, those in the back will be higher – we’ll shift as need be, please communicate if you see something that needs to be changed.” She might not need help from the other team, but she’d been learning about teamwork and leadership, even if it felt sour on her tongue. She nodded and mounted Imperath and clipped on, signaling them all to rise as soon as Tak’ril’s Wing had gotten high enough above them. She supplied Imperath with the firestone he’d need, her heart rate speeding up in anticipation of falling ‘Thread’. With one last glance behind her at her Wing angled up behind her, she smiled, letting out a whoop of anticipation. Bring it on.

Silver<3

[Taxx]

Aleni | Gold Riyobith

Riyobith stood quietly amid those of her class, brothers and sisters surrounding her and all of them focused on the new Weyrlingmaster. He'd been working with them since K'ton's untimely death, and it wasn't so strange anymore, seeing him run lessons in the old bronzerider's stead, but it was still a fresh memory for many of them, and some clearly preferred the old 'Master to the new one. Aleni flashed a glance at Th'ron as he protested the naming of a blue Wingleader, but she didn't speak up, letting D'rew handle the grouchy bronzer.

Riyobith, too, chose not to intervene, until she noticed the posturing between Agureyth and Guilroth, and then she crooned a low worried note. Do not fight, she urged, holding her place as the others around her began to separate into their Wings. Be calm, bronzes, and set yourselves as examples to those around you.

She relaxed as they separated, pleased that they were at least in different wings so they wouldn't continue to disagree; Aleni was readying the flamethrower she'd brought with her, resting the strap around one shoulder and holding the body securely between her arm and her side, nozzle pointed outward. It was something she'd been practicing often enough, even as the rest of their class practiced, and sometimes she wished golds could flame too. But she'd been getting better at it, and for her it was far less about holding on during the harder maneuvers the fighting dragons preformed and more about catching what they missed; the queens' wing was definitely the least chaotic. Most of the time.

Once the rest of the wing was up, Aleni sent Riyo skyward. Her wings spread- a shiver going through her as a chill wind swept along the undersides- and then she sprang, keeping herself beneath the lower wing and an eye on what fell through, both dragon and rider ready to give the solitary role their best.

Red

[Alyx]

E’rik and Brown Anatath

So much had happened in the last few weeks, it all but made E’rik’s head swirl. He’d heard stories, yes, but the drama that had taken over his new home in the past month had been beyond any of the bard’s tales he’d heard at the gathers! The Weyr was still in mourning, not just for their former Weyrwoman and her Gold, but K’ton as well.

E’rik can’t say he’d wished the sour man or his Bronze’s death, but he did much rather prefer D’rew’s teaching style. Much more teaching, a lot less sore, biting putdowns. E’rik had never been the prime target of K’ton’s temper, despite his feminine features and quiet, odd nature; others had been more ire-drawing than him. He couldn’t help but think that Karo and Mizao were just a bit happier with D’rew instructing them.

Although maybe not this lesson? E’rik would have rather sat this one out completely, but that sadly wasn’t an option. Anatath was more than ready, the small Brown almost bouncing out of his hide as E’rik checked over their gear one more time. Thread, E’rik! We are fighting Thread! E’rik frowned softly. ‘Not real Thread, Anatath. Just chalk ropes.’ Still, it's practice for the real thing!

E’rik honestly didn’t see why the Brown was so excited about this. Yes, this lesson was more a game, but this also meant they were close enough to age to start fighting the real thing soon. That terrified him. If something happened to Anatath… Sensing the darker mood shift, Anatath’s head swung around. Nothing is going to happen to me, E’rik! I have you with me! E’rik felt his heart clench up. ‘I’m not sure that helps ease my nerves.’ Then let’s see how we do! You be my eyes, I’ll be your fire, and we’ll do great! Just you wait!

Hoping the dragon was right, E’rik tightened a bit of the gear, listening to D’rew set up their wings for the lesson. Tak’ril? E’rik gave a quick nod of approval. E’rik liked the other man well enough, and his Bronze wasn’t as ego driven as most? At least, not in the ‘all lesser colors bow before me’ sort of way. E’rik was a little shocked to hear the Bronzerider shout his name though; the pale-haired Brownrider pivoted in place and blinked at the other rider in stunned, momentary surprise.

Wingsecond? Seriously? E’rik blinked again, but the growl from Th’ron pulled him back to the moment. E’rik frowned at Th’ron slightly, shaking his head before refocusing on Tak’ril. E’rik gave a quick, short nod and smiled, the tight ponytail of ivory hair bouncing around his shoulders. “Of course-” He paused a moment, then smiled. “-Wingleader.” Anatath bounced again, crowing softly as they mounted and the wing rose into the air.

High Position, Falling Backward V, Front right point…. Right? ‘Right.’ The Brown pair slipped into their spot in the formation, E’rik casting an eye up at the dragons circling over them. He hated dodgeball games as a kid… hopefully he did better at this ‘game’ than he did at those…

K’var and Brown Kabutenth

K’var, for one, was thrilled to have D’rew teaching. It made lessons all over better, mostly because K’ton wasn’t abusing them for his own entertainment. While the man’s death had been sad, K’var hadn’t lost any sleep over it. He’d seen Bronzeriders like K’ton before – Wings, and Weyrlings, were better off without them. Even the air of the class seemed more content, relaxed, less on edge and more like they were actually learning, not on guard against slings and barbs of their former teacher’s sour temper.

Kabutenth was having a conversation with someone, K’var wasn’t sure who – he assumed probably Wendiloth or Gargerrith, possibly Anatath; he often preferred the company of his fellow clutched Browns to other dragons in the group. K’var let him be, giving their gear one more quick check before D’rew started setting out the wing assignments for the lesson. K’var had seen this lesson before, watching from the edge of his weyr as the Weyrlings that had been part of the Timing Expedition flamed and dodged the chalked knots. Now it was their turn and he was soooo ready.

Why? Kabutenth’s attention shifted back to him, and K’var grinned up at the rich colored Brown. ‘I mean we are that much closer to being full riders? I don’t know, I like the idea of practicing against a form of Thread that won’t kill me or you?’ Well, I mean, if the ropes hit you right, it might. The statement was dark, but the humor was there. K’var shoved the unmovable Brown’s shoulder. ‘Whatever, doomspeaker.’

Tak’ril got a wing; not surprising, Bronze and all. Cirene though? K’var was a little taken back, but his reaction was nothing compared to the uproar from some of the others. I do not see what the problem is? ‘I mean, she rides a Blue?’ And? Kabutenth’s voice was disappointed, more at how people were reacting the that they would be following a Blue in the air.

It only got weirder when Cirene singled him out with Mizao. “I, um… er..” He wasn’t quite sure what to say. Kabutenth huffed at him, a wave of disapproval washing over his rider before he turned his swirling eyes to the Bluerider. He means to say we accept. Thank you, Cirene. K’var flushed red, then coughed. “Yes, sorry. What Kabutenth said. Sorry. And thanks.”

Thankfully they were in the air before K’var could embarrass himself or his dragon further.


E’rik/Brown Anatath: Purple
K'var/Brown Kabutenth: Tan

[Zen]

Sk’lar :: Blue Ikkamath

Hardly pleased to be grouped with Th’ron, Sk’lar sighed as his name was called along with the obnoxious bronzerider to be part of Tak’ril’s Wing. Tak’ril, at least, seemed alright. He didn’t know the other man all that well - in fact he didn’t know any of his class all that well, despite Ikkamath’s best efforts - but Tak’ril at least didn’t seem as entitled as bronzeriders often could be. He was fairly down to earth, actually. He was surprised to be named as a wingsecond for this exercise, however, his gaze finding Th’ron just as the younger man opened his mouth to protest. He couldn’t help but feel a small satisfaction at being chosen over him, and as Tak’ril gave his reasoning he had a little more respect for him too.

We get to be in charge? Ohhhh this will be fun! Fun fun fun! Ikkamath danced beside him, his tail lashing with his excitement.

You’re not in charge, I am, and even then we are seconds not wingleaders. You’re not at all responsible enough to be in charge of anything, Sk’lar told the blue firmly, climbing up to his back and strapping himself in.

Ikkamath sniffed, Don’t be such a stick in the mud, Sk’lar. Today’s lesson is a game and I’m not going to let you ruin the mood. After so many boring lessons, finally, a fun one!

We’ve had plenty of… ‘fun’ lessons, you just can’t remember, Sk’lar rolled his eyes.

Well they couldn’t have been that fun if I can’t remember them, the blue insisted, and Sk’lar had no desire to keep arguing with him over his lack of a memory.

Will you please focus? We’re taking the left front point of the vee, falling, so make sure we keep below everyone else, he informed his dragon as their Wing lifted into the air, grabbing firestone to feed him as everyone settled into their positions.

Blah blah blah boring. You can worry about the boring details while I have fun flaming some Thread! This is gonna be so great. Bring it on! Ikkamath punctuated his broadcast challenge with a bugle, his whirling, excited gaze fixed above them on the senior weyrlings ready to drop their targets.

Sk’lar could appreciate his dragon’s enthusiasm for fighting Thread but wished he would take it a bit more seriously. There was more to fighting Thread than flame. With that in mind, he pulled up a good return image and fixed it in his head for a moment before the rope began to fall, so they could practice betweening to dodge, and if they were hit. D’rew hadn’t really said anything about if they should or not, but they would have to when fighting real Thread, so he wasn’t going to slack on the practice of it.

Bah, why between and miss out on any fun when it can’t even hurt us?

Well I, for one, would rather not get smacked with rope or have to scrub dye off your hide after practice if I can help it, he replied dryly as the first ropes began to fall.

Scaredy-flit, Ikkamath taunted, and Sk’lar ignored as flame burst from the blue’s jaws.

Mizao :: Brown Wendiloth

It had been quite a transition, having D’rew as their teacher after K’ton’s death. She felt awful about how relieved she was every day, showing up for lessons and knowing she would no longer be a target of the old bronzerider’s disgust for the dragon she had Impressed. D’rew didn’t seem to care one way or the other that she was a woman on a brown. But even with how he had treated her, she hadn’t wanted K’ton to die. It was a harsh wake up call for just what they would be facing themselves all too soon. Thread didn’t discriminate.

Somehow it was still a surprise when D’rew announced that Cirene would be leading a Wing today. He was really putting a woman and a bluerider in charge? It wasn’t that she had some sort of problem with it, really, it was just such a shock after K’ton… the man had enjoyed drilling hierarchy into them and she was expecting only the bronzeriders, and perhaps K’var and E’rik, to get a chance at being wingleaders come their Threadfall practice. It hadn’t really occurred to her that D’rew would be so much more open to letting others have a chance. Even the current real Wings were all led by bronzeriders.

Would you prefer to be in Agureyth’s Wing? Perhaps if you ask we can switch? Wendiloth asked her with mild concern, uncertain as he tried to follow her thoughts and discern just what it was she wanted.

No, no, that’s not… I’d much prefer not to be in a Wing with Th’ron…, she glanced over as Tak’ril’s Wing gathered, Th’ron among them, and felt bad for Karo as she spotted the girl. Cirene’s Wing is fine, she assured the brown, reaching out to touch his leg gently, and he hummed agreeably.

It was another shock when Cirene asked her, well, them, to be one of her seconds. K’var seemed just as surprised at the request and fortunately spoke first as she was sure she would have been just as graceless in her response. Instead he gave her time to gather her thoughts into something a little more proper, “Of course, Cirene… thank you for considering us.” She wasn’t sure how she really felt about being given a position of authority, even if it was incredibly temporary, and more symbolic than anything. Brownriders were often made wingseconds, she knew, even K’ton agreed with that… but she had never had any doubts that he was referring to men when he said as much and it wasn’t something she would ever need to worry about.

Do you think we can? Perhaps you should tell her to choose someone else…, Wendiloth’s soft, uncertain voice broke into her thoughts, as he was following them again. She shook her head and looked up at him, giving him a soft smile, No… I think we’ll be alright. It’s just practice, after all. Are you sure…? Gaburuth would probably be better than me, wouldn’t he? Nonsense. No dragon is better than you, she flooded him with affection as she climbed up to strap herself in on his back and he grumbled a reluctant assent. Do you remember what Cirene said about our formation? We’re at the back of the triple trail? See? We’ll be fine. We just have to keep an eye things and tell Cirene if there’s any problems. I suppose…, Wendiloth was still reluctant, but took to the air with the rest of the Wing, settling them in position.

At the back, she had quite a good view of the rest of the Wing stretched out before and below them as they were in the highest position. Pulling her flight goggles on, she looked up at Tak’ril’s Wing, hovering above them, watching for the first sign of missed ropes. It wasn’t long before she could see flaming from the higher Wing and tensed, feeding Wendiloth more firestone. Ready? As ready as I’ll ever be. She sighed lightly, Then you should be very ready. You were hatched for this. The first fall through reached them soon enough and Wendiloth’s confidence slowly built with every rope successfully flamed.

Sk’lar/Ikkamath: Cyan
Mizao/Wendiloth: Yellow

Wing 1 NPC: Lime
Wing 2 NPC: Black

Wing 1 Points: 11
Tak’ril/Agureyth - None
E’rik/Anatath - Major +5
Sk’lar/Ikkamath - Major +5
NPC - Minor +1

Wing 2 Points: 6
Cirene/Imperath - None
K’var/Kabutenth - None
Mizao/Wendiloth - Minor +1
NPC - None
Aleni/Riyobith - Major +5

Round 2 begins!

[kevna]

Tak'ril - Bronze Agureyth

Riyobith’s admonition had been taken seriously, and the bronze was quick to move forward and past this little scuffle.

You are right, forgive me Riyobith. And then he had turned back to business, preparing for their lesson. 

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Now in the air, the certainty of downdrafts was put to rest by the fierceness by which the ‘rope thread’ fell. Tak’ril’s and Agureyth’s position gave them the best view of their team. They warned as they could, but for the most part focused on their position, and getting everything in their zone.

Laceth, on your left! His bronze tried to warn, and they watched as Argareth moved out of formation to cover her green sister, and then consequently get hit by a thin rope on her leg.

Tell that green to get back into formation. Tak’ril snapped, scooping more firestone into his bronze’s mouth. The disturbance of Argareth created chaos down the formation and he felt Agureyth’s unhappiness.

Get back in formation Argareth. NOW. They watched the green go, but Agureyth didn’t settle quickly. E’rik and Sk’lar were both hit.

Shards and shells. Tak’ril swore, immensely grateful that this wasn’t a real threadfight. Laceth could have handled that, what was Argareth thinking? Bank left! His dragon did so without hesitation, and a large clump of ropes barely missed his wing. Tak’ril threw an annoyed glance upwards. Almost got us.

But they didn’t. You caught it. The irritation had faded, and their was pride in his bronze’s voice. Tak’ril only shook his head. Better pay better attention. Quick, warn Bran of that net!

They worked in conjunction as they continued to score ‘thread’ out of the sky, and Tak’ril felt a sense of rightness at the actions. A confidence he had long lost seemed to reemerge with this united fighting, and being able to watch out for his team and warn them as needed. Flame and chalked ropes, and a profound sense of duty launched them on.

Color: Black

[tovaana]

Weyrling Cirene :: Blue Imperath

She wasn’t quite sure she understood K’var’s surprise – was it because she hadn’t chosen the bronze? Other than the one bronze, all she had were browns, unless she had wanted a blue or green Second. However, Cirene’s belief wasn’t based on simple rebellion, but on the rider’s ability to lead. She’d wanted her Seconds at the end of the triple lines, and the bronze in the center where it could flame the most, supported by smaller dragons around it. She’d expected more surprise from Mizao, though maybe anything was surprising coming from a blue rider that was taking point in a wing, except that a woman would choose a woman? 

Instead of rolling her eyes, like she really wanted to, she schooled her features and nodded at Kabutenth and then at K’var once he had gathered himself. Then had nodded at Mizao as the two riders accepted their roles in the mock trial of Threadfall. Perhaps someone would have thought she was taking the game too seriously, but she took it seriously that D’rew had taken her seriously – letting her have experience at something she might not get the chance at in real Thread for a very long time. One day, though, one day, she would have her Wing. What, and not the Weyr? The blue had been following her thoughts as he usually did, hovering, and ready to pounce. ‘I have to face that no matter the manner of our endurance training, the chance of you catching Sularenth, is meager.’ The whole structure of the Weyr would have to change to something akin to voting, like what was going down in the hold part of the Weyr, soon to be a Hold proper.

Since the blue hadn’t been successful at riling his rider in any way, he focusing on their ascent to their position, and Cirene craned her head back as the dragons shifted until they were in place.

Then the ‘Thread’ started to fall after her whoop and Imperath eagerly went after it. It was nice to have something that distracted her dragon so thoroughly that he didn’t have time for a sour comment. There was something thrilling about the game, though her stomach tightened each time the rope passed under them both around her and in her peripheral vision. If this was real Thread, the gold wing and grounds crew would have their work set out for them.

After supplying Imperath with more firestone, she twisted to glance up toward their formation to see if she could tell how things were going. She didn’t look long though, knowing her focus on the ropes was more important, she needed to trust the others to be able to do their job properly. And it was their first time… Still, the perfectionist side of her was having a hard time not having Imperath chasing every stray rope that wiggled toward the ground.

Color: Pink

[Taxx]

Aleni | Gold Riyobith


Both bronzes responded- Agureyth asked forgiveness while Guilroth just rumbled a vague acknowledgement and Th'ron glared at Aleni- but what mattered was that they were both focused on the Fall now. The upper wings dipped, veered off, flashes of flame constantly visible as the Wings caught the scraps of rope and charred them. For a moment Aleni was allowed freedom to watch, awed as ever by the sight of dragons doing what they'd been bred and hatched to do for generations; then Riyo's attention shifted and she was reminded that she had a job too.

Riyo made it as easy as possible for Aleni; they worked together to spot the 'Thread' as it fell past the upper Wings, but it was Riyo who got them in the right place for her rider to use the flamethrower to scorch the rope. It was exciting! Experiencing the action of fighting with, for now, none of the danger. Riyo pulled one wing in, and Aleni pressed the trigger on the flamethrower as the rosy gold breezed past another falling knot of rope, crooning praise as it caught fire and burned to ash.

A sudden shock of pain made both jump and Aleni's eyes began to water as her nose throbbed in sympathy to the injury dealt Riyobith. She hadn't even seen the rope before it had smacked her across the muzzle, and she snorted, ducking her head and then tossing it to shake off the drops of ichor from the small gash. I'm okay, she soothed, her tongue washing the area to ease the pain. I should have been more watchful. We were doing so well!

We should have been more watchful, Aleni chided gently. I'm sorry about your nose. Come, let's between. She set the image in her mind, and Riyo followed the command willingly, the two blinking out of sight for a handful of moments before appearing once more, and they both immediately began to keep a lookout for more ropes to flame.

Color: Cyan

[Alyx]

E’rik and Brown Anatath

They were in trouble almost from the start. Anatath’s attention seemed on everything but the object of the lesson, his excitement overwhelming E’rik’s attempts to keep the Brown focused. It had barely started before the Wing was scattered seemingly everywhere, and Agureyth was trying to get them back in formation. E’rik felt Anatath’s form jump, then a wash of sheepish shame. Oops.

Looking up, E’rik couldn’t help the huff. Chalk coated the Brown’s head, the knotted rope tangled around his headknobs. ‘Really?’ I didn’t see it! ‘You mean you weren’t looking…’ E’rik couldn’t help the wash of disappointment as he summoned up the image and sent the little Brown between. Maybe they shouldn’t have accepted the Wingsecond post when Tak’ril offered it.

The pair flashed back into the sky with their wing, E’rik leaning forward to yank the rope free from Anatath’s crown. ‘Can we please take this just a little bit more serious?’ I’m sorry, E’rik… it's all just so exciting! ‘I understand, but I want you to focus a little more. If I give you Firestone, will you try to only burn the ropes?’ Yes, yes! Let’s get them! E’rik frowned as Anatath tilted his head around, jaws open for the stone. ‘Only the ropes.’ Yes, only the ropes! Promise!

K’var and Brown Kabutenth

The lower wing position wasn’t as stressful, but there was still a lot to do. K’var held on, letting Kabutenth use his eyes to target the ropes that dropped past them. There was a rush of pride as the Brown burned the mock-thread to ash, even if it was all fake and no real danger. I wouldn’t say there is no real danger, came the smooth voice as the reddened Brown belched out a flash of flame at a chalky foe, Given the fact they have healers on standby makes me think these ropes are harder than they look.

‘You could always take a hit and find out?’ The Dragon rumbled softly. You first. ‘Yea, no thanks.’ K’var felt his stomach slam up into his throat as the Brown turned and dropped several feet, chasing down a clump of knots to turn them into blackened char. Apologies. ‘Nope is all good, should have been ready for that. Up and left.’ I see it. Kabutenth powered up, pulling back into his spot in the formation in time to send flames licking out at another tangle of ropes.

E’rik/Brown Anatath: Red
K'var/Brown Kabutenth: Lime

[Zen]

Mizao :: Brown Wendiloth

Things seemed to be going fairly well, considering it was their first time, and Mizao was glad their Wing had begun in the lower position where it was obviously easier, all the better for Wendiloth to gain some confidence in his abilities before things got tougher. You see, it isn’t so bad. It was certainly hectic, a bit stressful, but also sort of thrilling? Without the danger of real Thread, anyway. I suppose not, Wendiloth agreed without his usual hesitance as he turned his head, jaws parted for more firestone. Mizao, for her part, did her best to both keep an eye out above and on their wingmates as Cirene had asked.

It seemed like some of their classmates were having a more difficult time keeping to their proper position than others, and it was letting quite a bit of ‘Thread’ fall through. It wasn’t the easiest task, to be sure, and it just made Mizao realize how important this practice really was. Holding formation in the chaos of Threadfall was a skill like any other that needed honing. Will you kindly remind Arkyloth to please remember to return to her proper position after chasing stray Thread? She didn’t know if the issue was with the dragon, the rider, or both, but the pale green was all over the place. Of course, Wendiloth relayed the message well enough and there was a pause where Mizao imagined the green was responding. She says they are trying.

Mizao sighed. There wasn’t much else they could do about it. Suddenly Wendiloth jerked under her, his head swerving around and his eyes whirling with alarm, Something hit my tail! She reached up to rub her hand over his neck as she looked back to see a clear, bright mark half way down his tail where a rope must have struck. It’s alright. Let’s between, like it was real Thread. She pulled up an image and fixed it quickly in her mind, hopping them between quickly. Wendiloth’s confidence was clearly shaken, the brown’s head snapping about warily, Calm down, Wendiloth. It’s alright. It was my fault, I got distracted. There, to the right. The brown flamed, but she could still feel his unease.

When the ropes suddenly stopped falling, she wondered for a moment if the practice was over before Sabanth announced that the Wings would be switching places. She felt Wendiloth’s anxiety grow and rubbed his neck again, It will be alright. This is why we practice, so we can make mistakes and learn from them without getting hurt.

Sk’lar :: Blue Ikkamath

It was honestly just as chaotic as he had expected it to be, and Ikkamath was having a complete blast with it. Sk’lar was having quite the time trying to keep him in formation as he seemed determined to flame every rope he managed to spot even when they were clearly in another pair’s zone of protection. You’re going to wear yourself out far too quickly chasing every little thing. Will you please stay in formation, for the hundredth time!

You’re no fun at all, Sk’lar. I want to make sure I flame the most. I’m going to win.

Sk’lar growled, That is NOT the point of Threadfall you insufferable beast. We’re meant to work as a team.

Oh now you want to play with others? The blue teased, turning his head for more firestone, More stone! My flame is getting weak!

Sk’lar didn’t dignify his teasing with a response, tossing more stone into his waiting jaws, Only because you’re wasting it flaming nothing half the time!

I can’t help it, it’s fun! And he twisted about to flame a rope that Sk’lar very well thought he should have left to the lower Wing.

You need to learn to conserve your flame as well or we’re going to spend too much time restocking our firestone. The Weyr only gets so much, you know, it’s important not to waste it! Particularly in a practice, he scolded, And learn to trust the lower Wings to do their job so you don’t have to kill yourself trying to catch everything.

Well shells, Sk’lar, I just can’t do anything right today, can I? It was more teasing, the blue clearly did not care at all about his scolding, and it only frustrated Sk’lar more.

Ikkamath this is serious- suddenly Ikkamath’s wing folded in unexpectedly and it took Sk’lar a moment to realize it had been a flinch response, spotting the white mark of a rope hit as his wing straightened back out, And that is exactly why! Between! He fixed a return image in his mind and Ikkamath huffed as they disappeared for a heartbeat and returned again. If that had been real Thread-

But it wasn’t, Ikkamath insisted petulantly, It’s just a game, Sk’lar, lighten up already.

Your carelessness is going to get us both killed, Sk’lar growled back.

The announcement to switch and the reprieve that came with it couldn’t come fast enough. Ikkamath was making this a nearly impossible task.

Mizao/Wendiloth: Orange
Sk’lar/Ikkamath: Purple

Wing 1 NPC: Tan
Wing 2 NPC: Silver

Wing 1 Points: 17
Tak’ril/Agureyth - Minor +1
E’rik/Anatath - None
Sk’lar/Ikkamath - None
NPC - Major +5

Wing 2 Points: 17
Cirene/Imperath - Major +5
K’var/Kabutenth - Major +5
Mizao/Wendiloth - Minor +1
NPC - None
Aleni/Riyobith - None

Round 3 begins and the Wings have switched positions!

[tovaana]

Cirene :: Blue Imperath

The glimmering rose gold flickered under them, confirming what she had suspected with dread. Shards, those points would be against her Wing – and on top of that, in real Thread, it was their job to make sure the golds had as little work as possible, let alone them getting hit...

Every once in a while she chanced to glance back to see how their Wing was doing, and as she did so one time, Imperath charged a clump of Thread just on the edge of their area. She was jerked in her seat, the breath knocked out of her at the movement and had her disoriented for a moment – but a moment was all that was needed as Imperath angled sharply to get back to the middle of their area and the blue caught multiple ropes on his hip as he went. He snarled in reaction, ignoring it – but Cirene glanced back. ‘You got hit! Between!’ It’s not real. We should focus on what’s left so Riyobith doesn’t get hit again. ‘Between!’ She demanded with all the force she could muster in her frustration of getting hit. With an irritated snarl the blue finally gave in and popped in and out as quickly as possible, taking the image Cirene pushed at him.

After a few more minutes of fall – it trickled to a stop as they signaled it was time to change.

‘Tell the wing to shift into a backward V formation, I’ll be at the end, the two Wingseconds at the front and everyone fill in between – the bronze is to stay in the middle of his line to cover the most there. Can I rely on you to relay that Imperath?' You doubt me? The blue was about to announce to their wing, when Cirene had a sudden panicked thought. ‘To all of them Imperath! Tell the browns and bronzes too!’ Like I wouldn’t… Besides, I’m the one giving the orders, it’s kinda nice. ‘They’re orders, but we’re leading – not just ordering them around. Now do it, hurry!’ The blue sighed inwardly, as if his life was so hard and then relayed.

Imperath turned his body to face the dragons that curved upward. Calling Imperath’s Wing! We are shifting up into a backward V formation where I will take point in the back. Kabutenth. Wendiloth. Wingseconds will take the front two spots. Outer lines, don’t cross over – middle wing, front half to the left and back half to the right. Gaburuth, you stay in the middle. Stay in the falling variation for now.

Cirene was stunned quiet as they started to move, shifting upward as the top wing blinked away, allowing them to settle in their new position up high. It wasn't like she had doubted her blue's abilities, but she had been worried he'd be the reason she'd be held back. She kept her thoughts guarded, so not to offend or spark some sort of unpredictable behavior from her blue. She had Imperath between so they were going from the front to the back and she didn’t want to waste time on flying to the back. At this position there was a lot more responsibility in watching her Wing, but it also felt more natural being in this sort of control. In real Threadfall – Thread didn't wait for formations, but she was glad that they would wait, since she felt like the shifting was slightly chaotic, despite Imperath’s instructions, they were just too new at all this. As soon as Thread started falling again she felt her heart rate pick up as rope fell around them in heavier clumps now that they were closer to where they were getting dropped. Imperath let out a burst of flame the seared a large clump of it, and she pulled him back, glancing behind them as they went back into position.

Color: Lime

[kevna]

Tak'ril - Bronze Agureyth

Kyurenath has been hit.

Shards. Make sure they go between. Yes, he was extremely grateful this was not a real fall. Yet even with as many hits as they were getting, he couldn’t help but be proud of his team. They were betweening with each hit and working well together. Th’ron hadn’t given them any extra trouble. The recovery from the formation difficulties had been resolved.

Suddenly he noted a large net falling at remarkable speed toward’s M’nis’s head, and with intent showed Agureyth. The bronze tilted to better flame to the right side to protect their charge. Both saw the strand falling toward them, that their action left them vulnerable, but this is what leaders did, right? If they betweened to avoid it, then M’nis would take the greater of the hits, a deadly one at that if this was real thread, and they were far too slow to maneuver away and cover their blue brother. It was an acceptable loss to get hit in the left foot, both Tak’ril and Agureyth were in agreeance in this.

Let’s between. Once assured that Vexeveth and M’nis were safe, they visualized together and betweened quickly.

Vexeveth wishes to pass on gratitude. I told them it is unneeded. Tak’ril smiled at his bold, honest dragon, and patted him on the neck before giving the bronze more firestone. I’m just glad we could help them.

Me too. I will tell them that. He listened as his bronze did indeed tell them that. Sabanth has informed me it is time to switch soon.

Alright, I want a falling forward V. I believe if Cirene decides to use the backward V, this will be the most optimal way to get what they miss and protect Aleni and Riyobith. Plus, if we head it, we can help the blues and greens who are fatiguing by allowing them to ride our air currents.

His dragon’s approval was clear, especially with the idea of protecting his golden sister better. Let us place Guilroth and Gargerrith in the middle of the formation, so they can better assist those behind them as well.

Tak’ril liked that a lot, especially because it would keep them farther apart. Yes, and then have our Wingseconds on the ends, and let them be our eyes. Make sure they understand that need. He visualized how he saw their wing filling out in formation, so Agureyth would better see his intent. 

Of course, mine.

His bronze broadcasted with a boldness of a leader, and while Tak’ril listened, he couldn’t help but feel slightly undeserving of such a strong creature as his bonded.

Forward falling V, we shall head it, Anatath take the right back point, and Ikkamath left back point. You are to be our eyes and voice of warning. Guilroth and Gargerrith place yourselves mid-formation on either side, your strength will be appreciated. On our signal, we between.

His instructions were clear and to the point, and he visualized the formation with Tak’ril’s assistance, and then signaled the wing between. They popped out of between, and Tak’ril shoveled more Firestone into his bronze’s muzzle. As the fall of fake thread started again, he noted the difference in intensity, and hoped that that, coupled with their formation would assist his riders to the best of their ability.

We have done as we can, and they must do their part. They are strong. His bronze was sure, and Tak smiled at him, and then pointed at a bundle falling into their zone. Flame and ash followed.

Color: Purple

[Taxx]

Aleni | Gold Riyobith


Things seemed to progress more smoothly now; Aleni was kept busy as Riyo ducked back and forth in her solo position, keeping alert for falling 'Thread'. Some she twisted to avoid, drawing her wings in, swerving or jolting her rider in a maneuver to avoid a bit of too-close rope, and for Aleni's part she pressed the trigger on her flamethrower time and again, enveloping each rope with flame and watching as they fell, scorching to ash as they dropped groundward.

It was almost a disappointment when they realized the ropes were no longer falling, but the break was welcome; Aleni checked the level of fuel in her flamethrower and then watched as the Wings changed position. Tak'ril's was the lower now, Cirene's the higher. Riyo tossed her head and bugled, broadcasting to both Wings, Good luck! Eyes sharp! in the moment before the Champions class began dropping more ropes and the practice continued.

Whirling orange eyes pinned on a piece of rope that fell, missed by both Wings, and the rosy gold lunged toward it. Flamethrower aimed, Aleni squeezed the trigger and felt a rush of satisfaction as fire rushed forth to sear the rope.
Color: Black

[Alyx]

E’rik and Brown Anatath

How long was this lesson again? E’rik couldn’t remember if they’d been told honestly. Was it until they got hit so many times, or was it a timed thing? Anatath swung wide, his excitement bleeding over the link between them as the little Brown flamed the knot that dropped almost close enough to touch his nose.

I got it! Did you see, E’rik? E’rik couldn’t help but smile at the dragon’s excitement over something so small. ‘Yes, I did. Very nice, but you might want to try to burn it from a little farther away? You don’t want to get close enough to touch it, and you almost ran into that one.’ Anatath shifted a wing, swinging back into position. But I want to see it burn! ‘You can see it burn, just not so close you might get burned yourself.’ Oooooh. Okay!

The next few were better; Anatath seemed to be trying to figure out how close he could be to the chalked ropes to flame them but far enough back that E’rik wasn’t going to scold him over it. E’rik let it go, for the most part? He’d hoped the Brown would have more common sense when it came to real Thread? But then again… Aww. ‘What?’ The ropes stopped. E’rik looked up, confused.

Forward falling V, we shall head it, Anatath take the right back point, and Ikkamath left back point. You are to be our eyes and voice of warning. Guilroth and Gargerrith place yourselves mid-formation on either side, your strength will be appreciated. On our signal, we between.

Oh, switch time. E’rik had almost forgotten about it. Right right! Anatath responded to the Bronze, waiting for the Bronze’s signal to drop Between, and thankfully lower in the skies. I wish we could have stayed up there, I was having fun! ‘Everyone needs their turn to have… fun, as you put it.’ Anatath flooded E’rik mind with a dramatic sigh. I suppppose. E’rik smiled, leaning forward to pad the Brown’s shoulder. ‘I’m sure you’ll get to do this lesson again.’ Really? Yeah!!

With the signal, they vanished into the cold, bitter cold, then back into the sky over the spiraling, rose-gold form of Aleni and Gold Riyobith. Anatath didn’t need reminding, peeling off instantly to assume his new ‘assigned’ position at the back right. Do you think we’ll see more ropes? Anatath tilted his head to look up eagerly. ‘Not many, if the other wing does their job.’ Aww…

K’var and Brown Kabutenth

It had to have been Karma, or something. He’s barely finished joking with Kabutenth about the knotted ropes and the need for the healers when one of the chalked offenders knocked him squarely in the side of the head. His vision filled with stars and wherries, and Kabutenth balked and veered sharply out of formation. K’var?! K’var lost his grip, rocking against Kabutenth’s shoulder enough to slightly knock the breath out of him – but it also helped bring him back to reality. His ears ringing, he did his best to shake off the shock and calm his dragon. ‘I’m okay, I’m okay, just a hard hit.’ He was positive he was going to have a knot there when this was over.

Oh, right. Pulling up the image, he gave it to the still distraught Kabutenth. ‘Between.’ But.. ‘Nope, Between, in and out, like D’rew said.’ Kabutenth reluctantly leveled out, taking the slightly fuzzy-edged image and dropping them into the cold darkness. That DID help clear the cobwebs, and the pair appeared a moment later, returning to their location in the wing. Will you be okay? ‘Yea.. yea I think so. Man, those hurt!’ K’var reached up, swatting at the spot gently with a gloved hand to try to knock some of the chalk away. We need to be more careful. ‘You think?’ K’var couldn’t help but smile a little. ‘You get to get hit next, thanks. I got my bruise.’ Kabutenth chuckled. How about no.

Calling Imperath’s Wing! We are shifting up into a backward V formation where I will take point in the back. Kabutenth. Wendiloth. Wingseconds will take the front two spots. Outer lines, don’t cross over – middle wing, front half to the left and back half to the right. Gaburuth, you stay in the middle. Stay in the falling variation for now.

Understood. Kabutenth’s voice rolled over in response to the Blue as the Wings shifted positions. For a moment, K’var wished he’d waiting to go Between, just so he hadn’t had to go right back in; rules were rules though. The Wing winked away, appearing higher in the sky, the Rope throwers looking much more menacing to K’var now that he could see them there. Keep your eyes up and maybe we won’t get hit again? ‘We? I got hit, you didn’t.’ Well, since we are a pair… ‘Yea, Yea, I know. I’ll do my best.’ Kabutenth rumbled, taking the firestone from his rider as they slide into their spot in the V formation, and waiting for the ‘Thread’ to resume falling.

E’rik/Brown Anatath: Orange
K'var/Brown Kabutenth: Yellow