First Threadfall For The Weyrlings

07/05/2001
Logfile from Hannah-HT
Southeastern Bowl (#529)

This area of the bowl is the highest point of the bowl floor; from here, it slopes down and to the northwest, spilling out to the plateau below the wide gap in the Weyr rim to the west. Various tunnels here lead into the Weyr's inner caverns; the living caverns, hatching grounds, and main Weyr tunnel all branch off from here. To the west lie the stables where the Weyr's runners are housed. There is also a stone stairway that leads up to the Weyrleader's weyrs.

It is a winter afternoon.

Above, you see Berwynth.

Perched on rocky crags about the bowl are Restless, Archer, Aftiel, Miki, and Tamashi.

Blue Cherenth, bronze Nhamarath, brown Morath, green Fellrath, green Castaliath, brown Itazurath, blue Celth, and blue Nuadayth are here.

C'ran is here.

Obvious exits:

Hatching Cavern Central Bowl Weyr Tunnel Living Caverns

Dhiammarath slips down the stairs from the weyrs above.

Dhiammarath lowers one iridescent, pale forearm, allowing you to scamper up and grab ahold of her neck. With a slight lunge, you finally settles yourself between white-gold neckridges.

Central Bowl

You stand in the center of the Ista Weyr bowl. You feel small as you crane your neck to look into the sky, at the towering five pinnacles of the Weyr rim, so tall they seem to reach into the clouds. The bowl floor slopes gently upward to the southeast, where various tunnels lead to the hatching grounds, ground weyrs, and living caverns. Across the bowl to the northeast are the weyrling barracks and training grounds. You can see the Weyr's artificial waterfall as it sheets down along the northern wall of the Bowl, its pool concealed at the base of the bowl by an ethereal cloud of mist. West, the entire wall of the bowl has been blown out by some long-distant eruption, and you can see clear out to the ocean from here. The view is breathtaking.

It is a winter afternoon.

Gliding about are Shinigami and Archelous.

Bronze Umeth, green Fiareth, brown Minyath, bronze Sejith, and gold Quarith are here.

You see Roj's Wagon of Schtuff and Atlas here.

Ayden is here.

Obvious exits:

Northeastern Bowl Plateau Southeastern Bowl

<Sunrunner Wing> Dhiammarath senses that Elbareth trumpets into all your minds. »Form up over the NorthEastern Bowl. We fly Fall!« Like an imperial war bugel.

High above, Neolyth takes off from Into The Heart

High above, Neolyth flies northeast across the bowl.

Castaliath trips, skips, and stumbles in from the Southeastern Bowl.

E'an grabs ahold lemon-esque straps, pulling themselves to settle between lime 'ridges, all under the watchful eye of Fiareth.

<Sunrunner Wing> Dhiammarath senses that she twines brighten jade with the faint scents of the far east. « We come. »

Castaliath trips, skips, and stumbles to the Northeastern Bowl.

You take off.

Sky over Central Bowl

Sky Over Northeastern Bowl

<Sunrunner Wing> Dhiammarath senses that Castaliath grumbles somewhat at her fellow green's imperious tone. « Yla knows. She knew before you said. » So nyah.

Fiareth sweeps in sun-kissed glory up from the southwest.

You glide down to land in the bowl.

Northeastern Bowl

Castaliath takes off.

Above, Castaliath takes off from Northeastern Bowl

You go to the Central Bowl.

Central Bowl

You stand in the center of the Ista Weyr bowl. You feel small as you crane your neck to look into the sky, at the towering five pinnacles of the Weyr rim, so tall they seem to reach into the clouds. The bowl floor slopes gently upward to the southeast, where various tunnels lead to the hatching grounds, ground weyrs, and living caverns. Across the bowl to the northeast are the weyrling barracks and training grounds. You can see the Weyr's artificial waterfall as it sheets down along the northern wall of the Bowl, its pool concealed at the base of the bowl by an ethereal cloud of mist. West, the entire wall of the bowl has been blown out by some long-distant eruption, and you can see clear out to the ocean from here. The view is breathtaking.

It is a winter afternoon.

Gliding about are Shinigami and Archelous.

Bronze Umeth, brown Minyath, bronze Sejith, and gold Quarith are here.

You see Roj's Wagon of Schtuff and Atlas here.

Ayden is here.

Obvious exits:

Northeastern Bowl Plateau Southeastern Bowl

Itazurath cavorts in from the Northeastern Bowl.

Elbareth spirals down for a landing.

Fiareth seductively slinks in from the Northeastern Bowl.

Ayden climbs up from Minyath's foreleg and settles in between his brown neckridges.

Neolyth barrels like a rolling stone in from the Northeastern Bowl.

From Sejith's neck, T'rell tugs on his fighting straps, the same as he does everytime, in the same order as he does everytime. All secure. He unclips them, hanging … upside-down? … for a check of the lower buckles. Satisfied, he retakes his seat and pulls his gloves from his belt. "All ready to go?" Next to him, he smiles to Ayden before the bronze moves out in front of the formation.

From Minyath's powerful neck Ayden settles in between the neckridges and fastens the straps tightly. A quick tug of her gloves and all is set.

From Minyath's powerful neck Ayden gives the high sign with her hand to T'rell, her smile matching his.

<Sunrunner Wing> Dhiammarath senses that Nuadayth flickers aqua and excited silver. «Izz'y and I are ready…»

Dhiammarath thinks to you, « I have learned the code ‘sil’ from Quarith. »

Nuadayth floats quietly in from the Southeastern Bowl.

Castaliath trips, skips, and stumbles in from the Northeastern Bowl.

From Quarith's neck, Saria has done all her pre-flight checks, and leading Dawnsister with an encouraging smile at Hannah, she adjusts her 'thrower on her back one last time and signals to T'rell that all is ready in her wing.

<Local> Dhiammarath senses that Sejith positions himself before the assembled wings, relaying final instructions to each dragon and thereby, each rider. « We are to start in standard V. » Among other things; details, each important, and then he turns. « On our mark. »

Hannah fairly trembles in excitement, this their first real threadfall. She swallows and gives a shaky smile to Saria while lightly stroking Dhiammarath's white-gold hide.

<Local> Dhiammarath senses that Minyath is ready.

<Local> Dhiammarath senses that Quarith acknowledges with a snort of anticipation. « Dawnsister is at the ready! »

From Sejith's neck, T'rell turns to survey the weyrling wing once more; he waits a few more moments for them to array. Then, lifting his hand, he signals the weyr to rise.

From Fiareth's neck, E'an rubs his head, pouting, then instructs Fiareth to do as told. And she does, moving into her own, special position. She glances nervously at the other clutchmates. Nervous. Ah, yes. But the thrill.

Sejith takes off.

Quarith takes off.

Nuadayth takes off.

Itazurath takes off.

Neolyth takes off.

Castaliath takes off.

You take off.

Sky over Central Bowl

Minyath takes off from the central bowl.

Fiareth takes off from the central bowl.

Elbareth takes off from the central bowl.

Nuadayth clips carefully into his place, checking and rechecking, strivign to keep everything perfect.

From Itazurath's neck, Khaye blinks hard as the wings rise, biting her lip as she glances around a final time. It's Thread. It's real. Itazurath just looks intrigued, rather than his rider's nervous anticipation, while Khaye makes a final check over everything. Okay. Thread.

From Elbareth's neck, Tstar is calm, or seems to be as she watches the Weyrleader. Head of the Sunrunner wing. She looks back and offers a smile to her wing, before turning back to the weyrleader. Elbareth hovers in her place, tense with anticipation.

Betwixt Castaliath's twilight shadowed neckridges, Yla looks nauseous. Plain and simple. And it's not to do with the flying this time. Why the heck do all the others have to look so confident?

From Minyath's powerful neck Ayden flashes an encouraging smile to the newer riders and turning a bit in the straps, raises her hand in a salute to Saria.

From Fiareth's neck, E'an looks confident, because everyone else is. Trendy. Fiareth fives a slight whuffle, moving into her position once off the ground (she was a bit off when she went up), and gives a confident whuffle. *whuffle* She's.. prepared. E'an's.. prepared.

You visualize High Above Silver Forest for Dhiammarath.

Dhiammarath thinks to you, « Ok, I am now envisioning… »

To look at him you wouldn't know S'cen is nervous. The white-knuckled grip he has on his straps is hidden by the riding gloves. His face, however, is perfectly calm, as if going out for your average ride. Neolyth is ready for this, excitement almost seen in his face.

Above, Bydelth glides with ease in from the up.

Above, Bydelth strokes his wings and ascends upward, high over the Weyr

Hannah clings to Dhiammarath's back, not for once glad that her lifemate is large. The white-gold hide beneath her gives her a sense of security and so she clings. Clutching her flamethrower, she readys for the order to between.

Sejith heads up the Wavecutter Wing, at its point and stacked betwixt Tempest and Firestorm Wings. He glances back, finding the dragons in order, and with a pump of his arm, signals. ::Between::!

Sejith winks into ::between::!

Quarith disappears into ::between!:: with a flash of golden light!

Dhiammarath spirals into ::between:: leaving a wake of glittery jewel tones!

:::BETWEEN!:::

You hang, senseless, in the dark nothingness of ::between::… absolute darkness surrounds you, and the profound cold stings you… you wait, and count…

Black…

Blacker…

Blackest…

High Above Silver Forest

Below, a wide expanse of Istan forest stretches for miles all around you. The leaves on the trees in this valley are a pale, mouse green, and when the wind blows, they turn to reveal a silvery underside - hence the name, Silver Forest.

It is a winter afternoon.

To the south, you see Bydelth.

Gliding around is OOCVision Camera.

Bronze Sejith and gold Quarith are here.

Obvious exits:

East South West

Dhiammarath appears in a rush of irridescent white-gold from ::between:: trailing a wake of sparkly jewel-tones!

Minyath blinks in from ::between::!

Dragons soar and dive at the threads.

Neolyth blinks in from ::between::!

Nuadayth blinks in from ::between::!

Itazurath blinks in from ::between:: with a whisper of freezing cold.

Fiareth emerges from ::between:: in highlighted sun-glory, before swooping down to regain flight posture.

Castaliath arrives from ::between:: with a friendly bugle and a draft of cold air.

The leading edge of fall is coming in fast, and the wind is blowing in errant gusts and updrafts today - not a good sign for Weyrlings' first fall. Deadly tendrils rain down from the sky.

A green swoops, dives, and dodges, as gusts cause Threads to flutter erratically.

Bydelth blinks in from ::between::!

Elbareth blinks in from ::between::!

A silvery clump of Thread drops alongside Nuadayth.

A blue and a brown nearly collide as they go for the same clump - fortunately averting courses just in time!

A tangled mass of Thread slips past Dhiammarath, writhing in hungry eagerness to reach the ground below.

For a brief moment of pure terror, Hannah thought she forgot how to work the 'thrower, but indeed, she hasn't. Fingers are clumbsy, but she readies her 'thrower and waits for the signal from the wingleader and for the thread to arrive in their direction.

From Nuadayth's neck, Izz'y shudders slightly, sitting in a crouch on his blues neck, checking his position on re-entry almost as a matter of habbit. Nuadayth catches the shift in wind expertly, and turns to char a clump by his before readjusting his position.

Castaliath bugles in startlement as she sees Thread. Real proper thread, not like in drills. A burst of flame escapes her muzzle as she does so, before a stronger stream emits from her, catching and lighting Thread as she response to non-verbal prompts from her rider.

Curling movements pulsing with every contorted twist, a clump of Thread reaches out towards towards Minyath.

From Itazurath's neck, Khaye looks about as confident as she did on her first flight. And — oh, yay, there's a nice big thing of Thread right there. Itazurath having already crunched down a few chunks of firestone dips lower before opening fire on the silvery menace, rendering it to ash before gliding up into position again.

Stormcrest wing fights ably, their flame cutting a swath through the leading edge of Threadfall.

A long, thin strand of Thread sinks, almost lifelessly, past Neolyth.

A young blue winks ::BETWEEN:: to dodge a clump of thread.

A small knotlike bundle of Thread blossoms, reaching out like a fisher's cast net, hoping to ensnare Fiareth in its hungry grasp.

From Minyath's powerful neck Ayden is ready as is Minyath, turns of fighting thread making them prepared for almost anything. She narrows her vision to watch all around, Minyath flaming a strong steady stream. Quickly she reaches for more firestone in the bag, Minyath turning to just as quickly take and chew it.

S'cen's straps are put to the test as Neolyth catches a glimpse of the Thread and veers quickly after it. The brown rockets out a bit more fire than he needs to, burning the thread to a crisp before returning to his position in the formation.

Dhiammarath senses Quarith thinks « Make sure you stay in the Standard 'V' formation - that is what the Weyrleader ordered. If you have any problems, let us know. »

The clumps of Thread fall silently downward in a lethal silver rain.

Tumbling end over end like a dandelion, a delicate wisp of Thread dances on the wind, bouncing past Castaliath as it drifts lazily downward.

Betwixt Castaliath's twilight shadowed neckridges, Yla clutches her lifemate's neckridges tightly in her hands, eyes narrowed and skin paler than usual. Her eyes flicker towards the thread, her mouth open, but her verbal words to Cassie snatched away by the wind.

Bydelth is ready for action, and error free! Or so the bronze pair is hoping for. Chewing the stone fed to him by his rider, it's digestion is complete when a gargantuan flame errupts from deep within, giving no hope for the thread to escape that lure their way in his direction.

Dhiammarath thinks to you, « I bespoke Quarith with: Dhiammarath's voice is musky with the colors of darker jade and deepened amber. « I will let you know of any problems. » »

Dragons wink in and out of ::BETWEEN::, dodging, flaming the threads.

Elbareth hovers in her position behind Bydelth. She waits, eyes scanning sky as the wing moves to meet the oncomming edge of the fall. Not yet… Not yet. Not close enough yet, there! And up like a rocket, in atight loop, seering the clump and returning to her positions as Tstar obligingly hands over more fire stone.

A seething mass of Thread tumbles like a dandelion past Bydelth, twirling downward towards the ground.

Lightning-flashes of flame dot the sky as dragons attack the thread.

A sheeting ribbon of Thread kites past Elbareth, fluttering as it sails downward.

An angry, hissing knot of Thread falls into Minyath's path, writhing in eerie gyrations as it seeks the lush earth below.

Fiareth snorts, giving a roar to the Thread - challenging type thing - and figures out the best way to rid of this strange pattern of Thread. Last time this challenge came, she was knicked at her tail, a paint-score she still carries. *cough* But revenge against the Thread! And she breathes out a large flame that chars the Thread into raining ashes. Take that!

Castaliath narrows her eyes as well as she watches all around her for clumps of thread to ensnare with her hot flame. Ooop! There goes one, and out goes Cassie's flame, like a tongue flicking out to catch a fly. Bye, Bye, Mr. Thread.

Minyath turns from position, his great muzzle flaming the thread with ease, before returning to the formation.

Sunshower wing advances, attacking the Thread with a vengeance.

A tumbling ball of Thread tumbles downwards towards Itazurath.

Hannah flames the bit of thread that barely makes it past the young queen. Maintaining the standard 'V', she follows closely what her wingleader says. Clutchmates are eyed only briefly before concentration is again on the thread. Flamethrower is ready as the petit weyrling waits for more to pass her by.

Betwixt Castaliath's twilight shadowed neckridges, Yla bobs her head approvingly in response to her lifemate's flaming. Of course /she/ couldn't be more proud of Cassie's skill. She leans forward, muttering words of encouragement, eyes ever watchful for more thread.

Bydelth dips down, flaming the thread that dares to escape his path. Die! The top is caught, though some pieces still manage to twirl below "C'mon Byd… better aim, we can do this!" is shouted to the bronze by his lifemate before more firestone is fed.

A tangled mass of Thread tumbles on the winds, spinning close to Dhiammarath in its fall.

From Itazurath's neck, Khaye is looking slightly more nauseous as Thread continues falling, though — thankfully — Itazurath doesn't seem to be affected by his rider's distress. Swooping lower again to flame the tumbling patch of Thread out of existence and back into formation, the brown's ease is only belied by the whirling red of eyes and the occasional erratic dip in altitude due to the winds. Khaye leans forward slightly, mouth moving, though the words are swept away before being heard by anyone but Itazurath.

Riders toss chunks of firestone to their dragons, replenishing their flame. The stench of firestone fills the air.

A silvery tendril of Thread descends stealthily, slipping silently past Nuadayth in its downward fall.

A dragon bugles in pain as a thread nicks his wingtip, and he dives ::BETWEEN:: to cool the threadfire.

A writhing knot of Thread plummets out of the sky in front of Fiareth.

Nuadayth turns his head quickly, following a methodical request for more firestone. He then slips upwards to meet a stray strand of the evil silver stuff blown out of a more conventional path by the tricky breezes. Izz'y watches automatically his lifemate's backside, and shouts audibly in alarm, as a clump appears almost on top of them. Nua wings sideways, a vision of practiced motion, turning to catch it and another strand that he almost missed on the left, in sudden burst of flame.

Dhiammarath moves to allow Hannah to get close enough to flame it with the thrower, but still maintaining formation. Goldrider suppresses her fear of the enemy even though the thin hands that hold the thrower tremble slightly. Still, blood sings in her veins at the primal feeling of killing the enemy. The white-gold dragon stretches her neck and bugles triumphantly.

Sejith glides easily in formation, riding gusts and slipping aside to cover his area with shimmering gouts of flame. Aboard, his rider leans into the wind and ash, directing a formation change to account for the changing weather conditions.

Betwixt Castaliath's twilight shadowed neckridges, Yla starts hauling chunks of firestone out of the sacks attached to her straps and into Cassie's mouth as she turns her head, jaw open for new pieces. Yla's actions are quick, frenetic, a visible sign of her anxiety.

The wind begins to shift more erratically, and Threads are blown dangerously toward dragons and riders alike, falling unpredictably!

Uillauth suddenly arrives from ::between::, leaving the cold and darkness behind.

From Uillauth's neck, Ali and Uillauth have been here all along, honest. They appear from ::between:: and quickly fall into the ranks of their wing.

From Minyath's powerful neck Ayden from atop Minyath, feeds him the firestone, her vision focused on the fall and the others, her eyes quickly scanning the newest riders, looking for any assistance they may require. Minyath flames well, his great head turning this way and that, catching each patch of thread….

Hannah hugs Ali! Ali throws her arms around you, hugging and squeezing, and loving you tight.

A snakelike filament of Thread hisses its way past Uillauth, slithering across the sky towards the ground below.

Fiareth seemes pleased. This isn't quite so hard… well, anyhow. She stays in formation, glaring and breathing flame. E'an refreshses her with a bit of stone, and as the clump falls before her she shoots out a flicker, and then a larger blast. Take that, Thread. E'an just ees and clings to Fiareth. "Way to go, girl!" he says. Confidently?

A large chunk of Thread cascades downwards, tumbling past Elbareth with silent grace.

The shimmering silver Threads continue to fall, raining destruction towards Pern.

Elbareth dives to catch a clump that gets past her, flipping over on her belly to come up beneath it. and scorch it from top to bottom. She Finishes of her sack and soars upwards as someone on supply detail tosses her another.

Tangled into a convoluted knot, a clump of Thread races by Bydelth, as if to elude his dragonfire by its speedy descent.

Castaliath chomps on the few bits of firestone that Yla tosses for her. Always good to replenish while the chance is available. Then all of the sudden a huge clump comes swinging toward her with the wind change. Flappping strong wings, she keeps on path and let's out a larger flame, roasting the Thread before it goes by her nose. Roast Thread anyone?

From Bydelth's neck, N'ano hasn't even considered what he's actually in right nowno, his intention is caught up in the spur without a needing for thought. Working vigorously to feed his lifemate, Bydelth in return does his part, flaming and dodging collisionsmanuvers learned in full force. Returning to formation once the tangle is charred, N'ano woops a "That's it! Keep it goin' Byd, just like that!"

A delicate spiderweb of Thread looms before Castaliath, waiting to ensnare her.

A bronze blasts a clump of Thread with a massive gout of flame, scattering charred remnants in his wake.

From Itazurath's neck, Khaye stretches forward a little further as the brown cranes his head back to accept the few more chunks of firestone that are offered and tossed. The brownrider then sits back again, looking a little more stable, as Itazurath battles on through a gust of wind, swerving to the side to scorch a clump to char. Whoosh.

From Minyath's powerful neck Ayden frowns as the thread starts to fall eratically, her eyes trying desperately to find any pattern in the clumps, but none can be seen. Minyath tries to flame what he can, his great head turning for more firestone just as it appears clear enought to do so…her attention on feeding for the moment, his on taking.

Evading the silvery thread, T'rell and Sejith and the Wavecutters bank down to let another wing pass over them — a momentary respite as they replenish the dragon's fire with crunched stone. Then they're out of cover, and covering the Weyrling Wing in the stack. The bronzes flame in unison, a large tangle disintegrating completely.

Betwixt Castaliath's twilight shadowed neckridges, Yla ducks reflexively as the tangle of threads looms ahead of her and her dragon, hands clutching, if that's even possible, even tighter. A sharp mental command is issued to her lifemate. Go between.

Uillauth pops back in from ::between:: already flaming, searing that slithering patch of thread before turning back to Ali for more firestone. If there was a time to ruminate on the intricasies of anyhting but chew, flame, char - this is not it.

A massive, writhing clump of Thread wends its' way downward toward Ayden and Minyath, its' turbulent motions are only aggravated by the wind's erratic shifts — without warning, the blob is pushed dangerously close to rider and dragon by an errant draft!

A green nimbly twists to sear a stray twist of Thread with a precise burst of flame.

Castaliath watches the spiderweb of Thread coming at her with mild panic. She can't flame that!! It's too big! Her nerves calm a little bit with instructions from her lifemate. Between she can do.

A delicate spiderweb of Thread drops silently off Neolyth's wing.

Castaliath skips ::between::!

Castaliath arrives from ::between:: with a friendly bugle and a draft of cold air.

From Uillauth's neck, Ali reaches down into her 'sack again, grabbing a handful of firestone and reaching out and filling Uillauth's mouth with it, immediately turning back to the sack for more, all while looking about alertly, prepared to catch anything the brown might not see.

Twirling around like some spiraling child's toy, a group of Threads spin dizzyingly down past Neolyth.

From Elbareth's neck, Tstar climbs and flames as Tstar crouches low on the leeside of her dragon as she tries to incinerate at least part of the spiderweb mass befoer it can ingulf the wings, vanishing between as others come in to take care of it.

Elbareth skips ::between::!

Elbareth blinks in from ::between::!

S'cen reaches across to feed more firestone to Neolyth, patting the brown's side doubtless with some mental encouragement. A gloved hand reaches up to wipe the ash from his goggles, just in time to see a clump hurtling past the pair. Grip on the straps increases as Neolyth plummets after it. Flame shoots out of his mouth to dissolve the silvery strands, using an excessive amount of fire yet again. He overdoes it a bit, but that's better than underdoing it.

Betwixt Castaliath's twilight shadowed neckridges, Yla has the look of automatic nausea she always seems to get when betweening, but it is quickly subsumed by the task of feeding extra stone to her dragon, eyes sweeping the skies and keeping them in place in their wing.

Two blues head for the same Thread; one rider signals, and her dragon chars the Thread while the other looks for a new target.

From Bydelth's neck, N'ano isn't going to be caught and scored again as a loose thread inches its way at N'ano—far too close an awkward for Bydelth to reach in time, thus the pair skips between.

Bydelth skips ::between::!

Bydelth blinks in from ::between::!

From Nuadayth's neck, Izz'y taps his teeth together testily as a stray piece of thread slips by, uncharred, sighing and returning to concentrate with a silent hope that the Weyrling positioned behind him will catch it for them. Nuadayth is unfazed and undestracted, wholy living in the momment the capable blue sears something off to his side, tucking a wing in for a second to avoid injury, and then banking back to compensate.

Fiareth takes out Thread left and right, snorting and flaming. "That's it, Fiareth," E'an comforts, eyeing dragons around him, wincing at some of his clutchmates, taking out any available in her range that are missed. Hmm. E'an glances at some of his clutchmates - if he can recognize them - but then turns his attention back to Thread, and Fiareth.

Minyath receives a severe score on the mainsail!

From Minyath's powerful neck Ayden receives a medium score on the wrist!

Below, the Gold Wing catches missed Thread with accurate Flamethrower fire.

A knotted tangle of Thread sinks in deadly silence, just ahead of Dhiammarath.

From Minyath's powerful neck Ayden turns in her straps as the thread attacks without warning, her eyes wide with shock, her lifemate screams and writhes, flashing into ::beteen::

Minyath winks into ::between::!

Castaliath sends calming thoughts toward Yla, for once attempting to be the voice of reason, instead of poor Cassie panicking. Betweening is spiffy. Besides, it's better than being scored isn't it? With that thought she sends a flame toward a small clump fluttering by.

Sejith's flame pauses momentarily, then bursts out powerfully through a twisting, malevolent clump.

Dhiammarath swerves after the errant finger of thread, maneuvering so that Hannah can get close enough to flame it. A bit of the stuff touches the gold's leg and the pair disappear into between.

Dhiammarath skips ::between::!

:::BETWEEN!:::

You hang, senseless, in the dark nothingness of ::between::… absolute darkness surrounds you, and the profound cold stings you… you wait, and count…

Black…

Blacker…

Blackest…

High Above Silver Forest

Dhiammarath appears in a rush of irridescent white-gold from ::between:: trailing a wake of sparkly jewel-tones!

<Ista Weyr> Dhiammarath senses that Quarith's keening can be heard by those around her and those back at the Weyr as she senses Minyath.. ::gone::. A keen is raised for the brown that must be cut short - there is Thread to fight - but she mourns.

A bronze spearheads a wing's attack on a huge mass of Thread, searing the middle into nothingness; on either side of him, browns work to clear the remaining masses, while blues and greens clear up the scattered remnants.

Itazurath twists around to get another bit of Thread-rain to his left, letting loose with plenty of flame, or enough excess at least to make sure that nothing will be left. Ash floats to the ground, a tranquil parody of what it was seconds before, as the brown sweeps to the right and back into position. And.. more thread! He blinks :between:, emerging to let out a few more breathy flames.

Betwixt Castaliath's twilight shadowed neckridges, Yla clings onto her lifemate and the calming voice in her mind. Then, her gaze flicks towards the spot where Minyath was a moment ago. Where did they go? But her thoughts are soon diverted as Cassie's flame catches and chars more thread. Then the keen reaches her, somewhat belatedly in her state of terror. Oh no…

A ropy clot of Thread descends above Neolyth.

From Bydelth's neck, N'ano is now just having a severe adrenaline rush as firestone is fed more quickly than Bydelth can digest. All the better for a big flame, no? And a big flame it is. A burp is sounded, followed by the flame that catches a larger web of the destructive spores.

Itazurath skips ::between::!

From Neolyth's neck, S'cen receives a medium score on the foot!

Itazurath blinks in from ::between:: with a whisper of freezing cold.

Thread clips the wingtip of a blue; he gives a piercing shriek of distress, then skips ::BETWEEN::

A brown dragon bugles angrily as he dives to attack more Thread!

A long white tendril of Thread falls near Nuadayth, fanning out as if to ensnare him.

A small clump not completely destroyed by another pair is finished off by Neolyth, who then immediately turns to catch another. Unfortunately, he's not quite agile enough and misses that strand, allowing it to catch S'cen's foot. The pair quickly blink between to kill the thread…

Neolyth skips ::between::!

Elbareth spirals upwards once more achieving the upperlevels. Holding herself above the general masses, twisting away from a too heavy cluster up to catch a thinner clump charing it to ash. Mourning will come later. Now, vengence.

Neolyth blinks in from ::between::!

<Sunrunner Wing> Dhiammarath senses that Bydelth bugles the request from his rider « We need to step and spread, step and spread! Too many threads are getting by! » he repeats for the sake of making sure it was clearly heard.

Betwixt Castaliath's twilight shadowed neckridges, Yla clings even tighter to Cassie, offering up more stone, and sharply directing her lifemate to where Thread threatens them, her thoughts focused on the here and now, not what is or has been.

Fiareth seers a knot of Thread that falls beside her, roaring something thats between a.. roar… and keen. E'an winces, and Fiareth just seems to become more determined, flaming anything resembling Thread that comes near her. Not time for mourning, indeed. And she listens to instructions. Step and spread… so she does so. No Thread shall escape /her/.

From Quarith's neck, Saria senses, through her lifemate, the disappearance of one of her comrades, fallen. She lets out a scream of defiance that is echoed through her lifemate's brassy bugle, and attacks Thread with a vengeance.

<Ista Weyr> Dhiammarath senses that she adds her own ghostly high keen on top of Quarith's; voice turning to the darkened shades of emerald and tiger's eye.

Thread shimmers silently down, twisting hungrily towards the verdant green below.

A group of Threads fall past Castaliath, one after another, plodding downward with mindless determination.

The backwash of another dragon's flame temporarily chokes a blue rider, but he swerves his dragon away to avoid the phosphine stink.

[thread] T'rell: Of course, if you stay and it becomes obvious that it *is* affecting you, you'll be ordered back. :)

From Uillauth's neck, Ali crouches tightly against Uillauth's neck and she leans down, gathering another bit of firestone from the bag and reaches up, offering it to her lifemate. The pair now angry, determined to kill the Thread that took one of their own.

A long snaking filament of Thread drops alongside Itazurath.

<Sunrunner Wing> Dhiammarath senses that Elbareth agrees. » You hold center? Let us lighter ones catch the tendrils?« The first hint of fatigue showing.

From Itazurath's neck, Khaye receives a medium score on the abdomen!

Castaliath accepts the stone coming from Yla, attempting to block out the keening of the Golds. Thread will fall, no matter the losses. She spits out several flames in a row to attempt and catch a long row falling by her, but the flames aren't quite as large as they could've been and a few sneak past.

<Ista Weyr> Dhiammarath senses that Fiareth gives a mourning keen, as well, echoing through the mindspace, silencing even the strong wings of her tone. « We have lost one. No others shall be, though… »

Sejith rises on a gust, skidding over it with wings outstretched to shadow Uillauth, shrivelling a dangerously-blowing tendril of glowing silver-red.

Dhiammarath comes from between with nary a wound, but the disappearance of a dragon sends the gold into a high keening for a split second before swooping after the threads with a vengence. Hannah is hard pressed to keep up with her lifemate and is using her thrower like mad. Wingleader's orders are obeyed..

From Elbareth's neck, Tstar dives down after a clump that goes by passing it and charring it from bottom to top with the same roll and flip that worked so well before as she soars upwards again. Chewing and ready to flame by the time she regains the level of her wing.

From Itazurath's neck, Khaye stiffens upon her entry into the Thread-filled, flame-filled air as a keen fills her ears, but her attention is quickly taken elsewhere as Itazurath cranes his head around to accept more firestone. The 'stone is supplied, the brown faces forward again, and wavers to the right slightly, echoing Quarith's bugle with a trumpet of defiance. ANd just before Khaye starts to lean back, Thread sears along her side — A teeth-gritted yell is cut off as Itazurath blinks :between:.

Itazurath darts ::between::!

<Sunrunner Wing> Dhiammarath senses that Bydelth holds his center position « Agreed! Let no one else get scored! »

Charred Thread drifts lazily to the ground.

Marianne smooches Hannah! Hannah is smooched!

A school of silvery Threads surround Fiareth, darting this way and that as the wind buffets them.

Uillauth's no longer flaming Thread simply because he must - this is personal, now. He twists, turns, blasts the menace from the sky - pausing only to receive more 'stone from his rider, as well as a breif bugle of gratitude to Sejith.

Nuadayth drops suddenly down, head tipping up, jaws wide with the flame. Izz'y grits his teeth at the unwarned manouver and at the sound of the keen that enters the air, from all around, and in his head, a grim taste of reality. He then nods in agreement and reinforcment to the commands relayed by his dragon. The seemingly weightless blue floats to his new position, exerting all the more effort in this slightly wider space, turning rapidly for more firestone during a supposed lull.

Betwixt Castaliath's twilight shadowed neckridges, Yla tosses an empty sack off Castaliath's neck to one of those on sack duty, catching a fresh one with nary a fumble, her focus too tight to allow for anything else.

Neolyth returns from between, ready to fight. S'cen's not bad enough to leave the fall. Just before returning to position, Neolyth ducks rapidly and deftly to get out of the way of yet another clump, the mass falling at an angle too awkward to char. But the pain in his rider's foot is making Neolyth angry, and the rest of the thread is faced with a fierce vengence.

From Quarith's neck, Saria aims her flamethrower as Quarith banks a turn, and the Weyrwoman sears a long filament of Thread with practiced ease — yet for those closest to her in the wing, her 'thrower hand can be seen to shake. "That's for Ayden and Minyath!" she screams, needing to allow some of the energy within her to release.

<Sunrunner Wing> Dhiammarath senses that Itazurath flares a sudden nova of red, dotted by silvery anger and muted pain. » My Khaye! « So much for no further scores..

<Sunrunner Wing> Dhiammarath senses that she tightens darkened emerald through tiger's eye. « Is your lifemate injured seriously? »

A green dragonrider pauses in her attack to clear charred Thread from her goggles.

Bydelth keeps his position among the wing, flaming any thread that happens across his path as rider keeps an eye on the others he directs. As more and more become scored, he motions for a now tighter formation as they drift too far, sending the message through his lifemate as well.

Betwixt Castaliath's twilight shadowed neckridges, Yla quickly and efficiently hands over piece after piece of fresh stone to her lifemate until Cassie indicates that she can take no more for the time being, her eyes barely blinking behind the goggles.

Wheeling end over end across Elbareth's flightpath, a ring of Thread spins its way down towards the greenery below.

Fiareth screams, but in a challenging way. She huffs - E'an tosses her stone in splitsecond - and she flames around her, attempting to twist around and get it all, but finally sees that'll just endanger her more, and thus skips between, giving a roar for another dragon to finish off that bit.

Fiareth skips ::between::!

Fiareth emerges from ::between:: in highlighted sun-glory, before swooping down to regain flight posture.

The blasts of flame and the bugles of dragons fill the sky and can be over the rush of wind and hiss of Thread.

<Sunrunner Wing> Dhiammarath senses that Itazurath's red fades slightly, though brightening along the edges. » My Khaye says she does not know, but my Khaye hurts. « A vague image of the score along her abdomen flashes through the mindlink.

As the Fall progresses and the winds swirl unpredictably, fresh riders pop out from ::between:: to bolster the ranks and spent blues and greens part from their wings to return home. With a drawn countenance, T'rell catches a full firestone sack, dropping the empty ones to the courier as she skips below him; and Sejith rumbles and releases a roar of golden flame into the thread-ridden sky.

A young green dragon flies rather too close in pursuit of Thread, her slipstream swirling the air around a nearby blue rider, who expertly dodges and looks for more Thread to attack.

A mirrorlike pane of Thread suddenly appears before Bydelth, reflecting him image back in eerie silvery distortion.

A bronze blinks ::BETWEEN:: to avoid a patch of Thread; a green swiftly darts in and sears it from the sky.

<Sunrunner Wing> Dhiammarath senses that Fiareth hisses. « You take care of your Khaye, Itazurath. We'll finish for you! »

Knifing across the sky, a sharp strand of Thread cuts across Uillauth's path.

<Sunrunner Wing> Dhiammarath senses that Elbareth answers simply, coldly. » It dies.«

Castaliath mimics Yla and keeps her concentration controlled and straight forward, although flickers of pain from the other dragons sneak through her mind and she can't resist letting out a low bugle, followed by a large burst of flame. That's more like it. Roast 'em and Toast 'em tonight, 'cause this Thread is going down the tubes.

Bydelth is… staring at himself? No no, it's thread! Having enough flame left in him, he distorts the image, sending it in charred clumps to the ground below. Boy, he's a handsome bronze, isn't he?

A newly-arrived blue darts downward, mopping up a few lost threads before he returns, enervated and flaming strongly, to the Wavecutter formation.

From Nuadayth's neck, Izz'y digs the last of the firestone out of one of his sacks, making a mental note to get more at the next possible momment. Nuadayth accepts the fuel for his flame and doggedly chases a tangle 'round a tricky gust, bending the air, as usual, with powerful wings.

Uillauth banks sharply to avoid being 'scored, slightly awkward downward lunge and blast of flame eliminating it completely. He moves easily back into formation, still going strong. And determined, ever determined.

Elbareth hovers for a moment twists to one side, to finish up a heavy clump that a brown above her missed. Stardusted wings dull slightly with ash, though her flight is as powerful as the beginning… LIke a candle burning at both ends. Tstar watches… catches stone… feeds stone…

The lead wing changes formation as they encounter a new patch of Thread.

Betwixt Castaliath's twilight shadowed neckridges, There. A touch to her dragon's neck, and a tilting of her head, accompanied by mental directions, Yla points Cassie towards a new patch of Thread that descends towards them. Get it.

An ornate clump of Thread waltzes past Elbareth, dancing elegantly down towards the earth below.

From Elbareth's neck, Tstar receives a medium score on the abdomen!

From Sejith's neck, T'rell wipes off ash-darkened goggles on a well-dusted sleeve, not accomplishing much but again able to find his firestone, at least. He ducks the burning remains of Sejith's latest target, stretching forward to feed phosphine to the furnace. Crunch.

A buzzing swarm of Threads zip in front of Sejith.

From Elbareth's neck, Tstar's eyes widen as pain tears across her abdomen she doesn't have to think as Elbareth takes her instantly to the cold solace of :Between::

Elbareth skips ::between::!

Hannah dives after a piece of thread, twisting a little in the air so that Hannah has easy access to the char the stuff. At that point, the goldrider sees another comrade get scored and her face whitens. Hands shake a little as she brings the 'thrower back up.

Elbareth blinks in from ::between::!

From Bydelth's neck, N'ano ducks out of formation to refresh his supply of firestone, veering past those who fall out from scores. As he's tossed more stone, it's fed just as quickly to Bydelth who jumps back into place just in time at the evil spores staring him in the face. Take that you fiend!

Dhiammarath dives after a piece of thread, twisting a little in the air so that Hannah has easy access to the char the stuff. At that point, the goldrider sees another comrade get scored and her face whitens. Hands shake a little as she brings the 'thrower back up.

<Sunrunner Wing> Dhiammarath senses that she's voice is strong and commanding, « Elbareth! How bad? »

Nuadayth curves his body, catlike in the air to avoid a dangerously blown filament of silver, flaming furiously. A wild method is in place here. There's thread. There's Nuadayth. There's no thread. Izz leans off to one side catching a fresh sack of firestone, and dropping the empties to a young bluerider, and wincing as that pair go *between* suddenly, avoiding a large clump which Nua immediatly eliminates.

<Sunrunner Wing> Dhiammarath senses that Elbareth growls loudly. »She hurts… she doesn't want to go back. I am not touched. so she thinks she can continue.«

A bronze and a blue fly after the same patch of Thread; the bluerider gives way and finds a new target.

<Sunrunner Wing> Dhiammarath senses that Bydelth is more than demanding « Do not let her harm herself more! She can't go back if she's hurt badly, it'll make it worst and we need her later! »

Twisted strands of silver weave a taunting dance, as a tangle of Threads snake across Fiareth's path.

From Fiareth's neck, E'an receives a slight score on the upper back!

Elbareth hovers under the main crowd, simply dodging instinct waring with instinct. Tstar offers firestone, which is refused. Tstar frowns and flickers a glance first at Byd as she picks up some hints of a conversation.

Below, the flashing Gold Wing fire their flamethrowers, searing Thread missed bye the main wings.

A silvery clump of Thread slips past Uillauth, writhing in hungry eagerness to reach the ground below.

Fiareth skips ::between::!

<Sunrunner Wing> Dhiammarath senses that Elbareth tinges nightshade tones of worry. »I do not know how bad. She is arguing this is good, she is in pain, this is bad. We go to find a healer. I don't think she's going to be happy with me.«

Fiareth emerges from ::between:: in highlighted sun-glory, before swooping down to regain flight posture.

The flashing color of dragon wings, the bright flare of flame, and the deadly silver of Thread fills the sky in a cacophony of destruction.

A tangled mass of Thread sinks, almost lifelessly, past Bydelth.

Nuadayth skips ::between::!

Nuadayth blinks in from ::between::!

Elbareth winks into ::between::!

A brown dragon swoops down, singing a large patch of Thread with his flame.

Castaliath points her head in the direction of Yla's indiction. Oh! New meat for roasting. This killer shall not linger for much longer if /she/ has anything to say about it. Nice Draggie she is No More. Too many of her friends are becoming harmed. A flash of flame hits the sky air and Poof! Ashes, Ashes, They All Fall Down.

From Uillauth's neck, Ali reaches down into the bag, pulling the last of the 'stone out and tossing the empty one down to the blue pair collecting the used bag before calling out for another. A greenrider and her lifemate appear just above Ali and Uillauth, tossing a new bag down. She catches it, hooks it on the straps and reaches in for more.

A Wavecutter green slides forward and up, covering the brown's back as he acquires a target. With a measured flame, she licks silver from midair until naught but ash tumbles down.

Fiareth growls, checking to see if the Thread that struck her rider might still be there. One clump flies near, and she flames at it, but it barely seems harmed. She's just losing her touch, if she ever had one. But she's needed. So she puts all effort into it, flaming, and E'an cringing, quickly feeding Fiareth some stone.

Uillauth is faster, fiercer, and more agile than the Thread, however - and his flame burns brighter than any hunger the spore can ever know. The charred mess drifts down, and the brown turns back for more firestone - fortunately shortly after the new source arrives.

Betwixt Castaliath's twilight shadowed neckridges, Yla's face is paler than if she'd just spent a hour or three between, lips bloodless as if all look of life has drained from her head from fierce concentration. Get it. Burn it. Those two thoughts spur Yla on and force her to block out the suffering of her wing.

From Bydelth's neck, N'ano may be starting to get wary, but it's certainly no time to stop! No, he continues feeding his bronze the stone who returns the gesture with a flame. And this flame isn't ordinary, nope, since it completely engulfs a patch of thread that threatens those below. Thread diminishes into black specks, dusting the air like confection.

A silvery tendril of Thread reaches out to curl its deadly grasp around Dhiammarath.

Dhiammarath skips ::between::!

:::BETWEEN!:::

You hang, senseless, in the dark nothingness of ::between::… absolute darkness surrounds you, and the profound cold stings you… you wait, and count…

Black…

Blacker…

Blackest…

High Above Silver Forest

Dhiammarath appears in a rush of irridescent white-gold from ::between:: trailing a wake of sparkly jewel-tones!

From Uillauth's neck, Ali responds quickly, filling 'lauth's open mouth with the firestone as soon as he turns. The more quickly they work together, the better chances they have of remaining safe and wiping out all of the evil spores.

A long, thin strand of Thread tumbles like a dandelion past Castaliath, twirling downward towards the ground.

A green quickly dodges as a small piece of thread nearly scores her.

The trailing edge of fall finally comes into view, in the distance - although the winds give no indication of dying down to give tired riders and dragons a respite from their hard work!

Dhiammarath bursts from between as Hannah readies the flamethrower to char the piece of the thread that dared touch her lifemate. Gold is unharmed and swoops to bring Hannah close to the clump of thread. "Hah!" Shy girl grins triumphantly as it floats harmlessly to the ground.

Castaliath reflects her rider's thoughts with a long fire of burning flame. Perhaps a bit larger and longer than that clump needed, but she wants to make it extra crispy. It gives her much more satisfaction.

Nuadayth emerges from between /at/ a clump of thread that the blue decided he simply couldn't let by, and couldn't catch fast enough. Izz smiles quietly, as adrenaline eases into his system, he gives more 'stone to the still eager, but slightly slowed blue, the two moving in perfect unity. Sunrunner wingrider looks up for half of a split second a look of concern crossing his face as he sees the few missing forms from among his wingmates, before he goes back to the business at hand, mute and efficient.

A seething mass of Thread kites past Neolyth, fluttering as it sails downward.

Neolyth uses up his fuel on a large clump that was unfortunate enough to fall in front of him and is immediately fed more stone. All that practicing paid off, and now that he's somewhat acclimated to what's going on, Neolyth is set on revenge for S'cen's injury, and he's getting it. Grace seems to follow as he ducks and flames, veers and chars. Eyes whirl a bright red that matches the flame coming from the brown's mouth. He's angry, very angry. And that anger is taken out once again on a bit of thread that comes too close. The clump disintegrates into harmless ash, and then the pair is back into formation, Neolyth's anger at the awful stuff keeping him from feeling tired.

Betwixt Castaliath's twilight shadowed neckridges, No exclamations, no expressions of satisfaction other than a slight narrowing of her eyes as Cassie's flame chars the Thread to dust, Yla feeds Cassie more stone, mentally urging her to keep going only as long as she is able.

A proud bronze swoops down quickly, flaming as he goes, singing a large path in the heavy patch of thread.

Silver upon silver: deadly strands interweave to form an intricate quilt of roiling Thread, awaiting to blanket Fiareth.

Fiareth roars, flaming Thread, anything that comes near her, at least. Huff. Keep going. She twists a bit, getting somewhat tired, but most keep going. Growling at the net of Thread above, she sends a spurt of flame at it, then skips between.

Fiareth skips ::between::!

The wing glides down and ravages the terrible thread.

Fiareth emerges from ::between:: in highlighted sun-glory, before swooping down to regain flight posture.

A sheeting ribbon of Thread tumbles downwards towards Castaliath.

Castaliath mmmms and nods. Yeppers.

From Sejith's neck, T'rell spares a glance at the Weyrling wing; as usual, they need a little extra cover in the first few falls. Sejith dives, chasing a wind-tossed tendril and smokes it in a gratifying, burning belch. That task completed, he rises again on still-strong wings.

The wings remain in constant communication with the Weyrleader, moving, adjusting, following his expert orders carefully as the Threadfall finally begins to lessen.

A rushing waterfall of Thread cascades from the heavens above, reflecting an eerie, distorted image as it falls before Nuadayth.

<Local> Dhiammarath senses that Sejith shifts his flight to avoid a clump from an unexpected quarter, slipping ::between:: for an instant even as he relays orders. « Sunrunners, keep two lengths above the Queen's Wing. Stormcrest and Wavecutter, cross above the Weyrlings. »

A tumbling ball of Thread tumbles on the winds, spinning close to Bydelth in its fall.

Betwixt Castaliath's twilight shadowed neckridges, Yla's breath is sharply intaken as she sees the thread ahead of them. Go between, is silently instrcuted. Escape it.

Nuadayth turns on one side blissfully unaware of anything but the thread that dances as erraticly as he. He chars a line of stray strands that trickles past where his belly was a minute ago, and then wings sideways out of the way, bringing heat and death to a strangely beautiful patch falling at what is now right to the left of his nose-tip.

From Bydelth's neck, N'ano sends T'rell a salute of gratitude for helping the wing's back before hand swipes into the opened sack to feed more, easing the anxiety of his lifemate's request. At the orders, N'ano flicks up a quick hand motion for the wing to step up some, sending his lifemate to deliver the message as well had it been missed by the others.

Castaliath jerks her head upward long enough to note the /huge/ tendril of Thread aimed for her nose. Whoa. Definately a 'Tweener. Out she goes, a Gold below will have a better chance at catching that one.

Castaliath skips ::between::!

Curling movements pulsing with every contorted twist, a clump of Thread reaches out towards towards Fiareth.

Castaliath arrives from ::between:: with a friendly bugle and a draft of cold air.

Fiareth receives a deep score on the neck!

Fiareth skips ::between::!

Dragons swoop down and burn huge patches in the ever-present thread.

Fiareth emerges from ::between:: in highlighted sun-glory, before swooping down to regain flight posture.

A wingleader dives quickly, his wing following, as he finds yet another patch of thread.

A small knotlike bundle of Thread blossoms, reaching out like a fisher's cast net, hoping to ensnare Sejith in its hungry grasp.

Dhiammarath follows the command of the her wingleader, and moves into the indicated position. Hannah's flamethrower chars yet another clump of thread before looking back to N'ano and Bydelth for any more signals.

Betwixt Castaliath's twilight shadowed neckridges, Yla splutters a moment as pre-charred thread manages to catch her in the face, and she harshly swipes at it in order to clear her vision, her other hand automatically reaching for the sack of stone.

Uillauth and Ali follow orders immediately after they're given by the weyrleader, their wingleader, crossing over the less experienced wing to protect them. As a large clump nears the pair, Uillauth strikes, sending out a flame large enough to send them all to the ground as nothing but mere ashes.

The trailing edge is in sight, and with it, some measure of relief for the weary fighting wings of Ista Weyr.

Fiareth comes back from between, with a hiss, a bit of a whimper at the Threadscore. Whining mentally, she flames what she can, but obviously isn't doing as good as she would. Admitting defeat via Thread, she gives a huff of a croon-slash-roar, and settles for leaving. It /hurts/.

The Thread hisses as it passes through the air, nearly hitting a blue rider.

Tumbling end over end like a dandelion, a delicate wisp of Thread dances on the wind, bouncing past Uillauth as it drifts lazily downward.

Sejith trumpets urgently to his compatriots as yet another Weyrling dragon is introduced to Thread, up close and personal. He twists and rises, the bronze slicing with blue flame through silver and then black, and another clump is removed from the sky. No longer will it harry the Wings of Ista.

Fiareth swoops down, sun glinting off hide, before sliding stealthily into ::between::.

Castaliath spares a glance toward her rider as confused thoughts flutter down toward her. After a moment to make sure she is indeed OK, she turns her nose forward again, just in time to catch a little spiderweb of thread aimed for her wing. Close call.

From Nuadayth's neck, Izz'y winces as he happens to catch sight of clump touch a green… Fia perhaps… But he turns away and concentrates on finishing the fall. It's so close he can taste it… Or maybe that's the thread char that lies thick in the air. Nuadayth contorts, nose and tail coming downwards and in, dodging and flaming desperately. He won't go… But it will have to…

Threads begin to fall more sporadically, farther apart.

Uillauth and Ali are here to serve and protect! Quickly, the brown dives through the air, attacking every shimmer of silver he spots in the air, leaving nothing but char behind to litter the sky.

<Local> Dhiammarath senses that Sejith thinks « Spread out your formations, shallow stacking, » the dragon relays. « Sunrunners, follow Dawnsister. » »

Dhiammarath maintains formation as Hannah breathes a sigh of relief as the silvery thread begins to slacken off.

Uillauth fluffles. Hey, at least it's aaalmost over, right?

Betwixt Castaliath's twilight shadowed neckridges, Yla's eyes sweep the thread that falls before them. Just because it's thinner doesn't mean it's less deadly. If anything, her focus is even tighter now, pure terror of something happening in the last moments driving her to such a tight mental focus.

From Bydelth's neck, N'ano signals for the wing to once again spread, better abling them to catch the inconsistancy of the fall. Byd swoops forward slightly, engulfing yet another web of destuction. At the addition, N'ano has Bydelth relay the orders to the wing again, for preciseness.

From Quarith's neck, Saria, leading Dawnsister, takes charge of the Sunrunners as well with a hand signal to the Weyrleader to acknowledge the order.

<Local> Dhiammarath senses that Quarith relays Saria's message crisply, « Dawnsister, Sunrunner - back to the Weyr! The higher levels will spread out and finish off what's left. Well done! »

Nuadayth snorts in pleasure. Mission complete for now… In the first real respite since the fall begain the blue turns one last time for a chunk of firestone. He slides down and sideways into the place he must take as the loosely uniform shape of the wing changes again. Another clump falls near him and the wiry dragon banks to incinerate it. Before complying with the new commands and preparing to head off.

From Sejith's neck, T'rell returns Saria's signal even as he regroups the upper wings. The remaining flight sweeps across the trailing edge, wiping it from the sky; blues and greens dive to catch leftovers.

Neolyth is urged on to greater efforts by the sight of the trailing edge, however distant. Adrenaline pumping through him, S'cen isn't even aware of his score anymore and completely focuses on the task at hand. Neolyth is only beginning to feel tired when he gets his second wind. He seems to be feeding off the Thread's apparent weakness, gaining energy by it. In response to orders, he follows the rest in spreading out. Just after flaming one last clump, Neolyth gets the order to head back. Almost loath to leave while some of the strands are still falling, he nevertheless makes ready to go with the wing back to the weyr.

From Quarith's neck, Saria raises her hand and signals Dawnsister and Sunrunner back home with fist clenched, dropping her hand.

Quarith disappears into ::between!:: with a flash of golden light!

Bydelth disappears into oblivion, or perhaps more so ::between::!

Castaliath gives a quick flip of her wings to show off those star sprinkled sails, and disappears ::between::!

Dhiammarath follows Bydelth's orders and fans out from what's left of her fellow weyrlings. Wings slice through the air as the young gold pair search the skies for thread. At Saria's command, she bugles and winks into between.

Nuadayth winks into ::between::!

Neolyth winks into ::between::!

You visualize Sky High Over Northeastern Bowl for Dhiammarath.

Dhiammarath spirals into ::between:: leaving a wake of glittery jewel tones!

:::BETWEEN!:::

You hang, senseless, in the dark nothingness of ::between::… absolute darkness surrounds you, and the profound cold stings you… you wait, and count…

Dhiammarath thinks to you, « Ok, I am now envisioning… »

Black…

Blacker…

Blackest…

Sky High Over Northeastern Bowl

You're flying nearly level with the Weyr's towering pinnacles, at this height. Far below you can see the Weyrling training grounds, and the waterfall pool. Numerous ledges line the Weyr wall here. And above you to the north are the Weyr's Star Stones and watchrider's post.

It is a winter afternoon.

Obvious exits:

Star Stones Center Bowl Forest Pools Ledges

Dhiammarath appears in a rush of irridescent white-gold from ::between:: trailing a wake of sparkly jewel-tones!

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