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Date Posted: 17:49:37 12/06/04 Mon
Author: Talla & Mylanith
Subject: >~<
In reply to: [Tsuga]{Alestiath} 's message, "-If you say so . . .-" on 14:43:46 12/03/04 Fri

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If Mylanith wasn't the heavy sleeper she happened to be, Talla probably would have known about the green clutch even before Alestiath - after all, the older gold had more in-the-know connections around the Weyr, by dint of her age and Talla's many relatives. But since nothing short of direct Threadfall on her lovely hide (or, thankfully, Talla herself) can wake Mylanith from sleep, Tsuga's exclamation is the first hint she has. "What?!" The cry wakes the gold, who jerks awake and is immediately bombarded by the cries of many of her clutchmates. Collecting herself quickly, Talla rushes to think out answers to Tsuga's questions - since after all, they're ones she's asking herself as well. "Greens can clutch if they've never chewed firestone," she notes. "Somebody's Weyrlingmaster messed up. Of course, we've had so many Weyrlingmasters and Assistant Weyrlingmasters and Temporary Weyrlingmasters over the past few months that there's a good chance she just fell through the cracks. Shards, are people going to be angry, though!" She shudders, imagining the fallout, then shakes her head. "Well, we have a lesson to focus on, so we're going to have to concentrate on flamethrowing for now." She pulls a wry face, knowing how hard that's going to be, then throws all her attention towards it. Hard or not, it has to be done. "You have your flamethrower in a good grip? Good. The tanks of agenothree are already in, though you'll have to learn how to change them out later - a tank won't last an entire Fall. But for now, you get a break. Point the nozzle at the wall-" she turns it towards the same wall the firestone flamers have been directing their fire at "-and flip this switch." She demonstrates. "That arms it. When it's in this position, it flames; when it's in the position it was in, that keeps you from flaming someone accidentally. Now, press that square button just under your thumb, there, and keep the nozzle pointed at the wall." Talla presses her own button, and a stream of flame shoots out of her flamethrower, adding to the scorchmarks on the stone. She lifts her thumb, and it stops. "You have to keep pressure on to keep the flames going. You can do it in short spurts or a long stream - you'll have to learn how to time it when flying in formation, so you don't flame another dragon by mistake."

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