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Date Posted: 17:04:13 08/12/01 Sun
Author: S'sha and Kylith, Evelene and Palirth
Subject: *Adds her loud voice to Ginny's*

*Cupping her hands around her mouth, she hollers, "Flamethrowers RIGHT over there, queenriders! Get moving!" She herself slides off Kylith as the great beast lands. We're moving too slowly. Thread is almost here. "I know, I know!" S'sha snaps tensely, slinging a flamethrower over her shoulder, checking the straps and tank, and racing back. "I know," she adds for good measure. The rider vaults upon her dragons back and settles, clicking a few clinches shut, attaching both her and the flamethrower to Kylith. "Let's go," she mutters, stormy eyes raised to a grey horizon.*

~The green does a dive for the ground, wings pressed back tightly and wind hurtling by. A split second before the pair would've crashed into the earth, Palirth opens her shining wings and banks, straight for the firestone. Down! Two backwing strokes and the green thuds to the ground, in an efficient, if bumpy, landing. Firestone! The green gloms onto a chunk, chewing too quickly to worry about biting her tongue. After stuffing her craw and pronouncing herself full, she spreads her wings and launches again, maneuvering back into her position. Good. Get ready, my love. Evelene grips the straps, knuckles white, and pale green eyes locked on the vision of Thread.~

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