(OOC: Getting a head start, as I am on the wrong side of the mountains. . .aka, under Pacific time.) -- Outside

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Date Posted: 22:53:33 08/10/01 Fri
Author: Miryam and blue North (Watchrider)
Subject: (OOC: Getting a head start, as I am on the wrong side of the mountains. . .aka, under Pacific time.)

Miryam awakens in the waning hours of the night, just before sunrise. She moves silently about the Hold, grabbing a cold biscuit and a mug of unheated klah as her breakfast. She heads out for the watchrider's perch, finding her dragon North already there. She grins, setting her mug down beside the blue's tail. ~How go things, my dear?~ North, still rather frumpy for this early in the morning, replies, Well. There is no Thread yet. ~Good.~ Dragon and rider lapse into a characteristic silence, both with gazes riveted to the south, which was the direction Thread was predicted to approach from. Miryam sips her klah quietly, enjoying the silence, except for the occasional pleasant bird chirp. A nice place, she muses to herself. North nods agreement, but takes not his eyes off a small smudge off the southern horizon. A grey smudge. Miryam jolts from her reverie at her dragon's mind-yell, THREAD TO THE SOUTH, MIRRY! Reacting quickly, she tosses the klah carelessly aside, and, cheeks still stuffed with roll, she hops onto North's neck. ~Let's GO!~ she yells, and North obeys instantly. He leaps from his rocky perch, and with one fluid movement the pair is aloft, but only for a mere second before North blinks between to inform the others. Once he exits the black nothingness, he calmly reports to Areyeth, Quereth, and all the other Weyrleaders' dragons, *Thread has arrived at Ruatha. We must go quickly, if we are to have enough time.* Miryam blinks. She and North are hovering above Benden Weyr to inform the other dragons. She hadn't realized North knew about timing it. Shrugging it off, she tosses her head back proudly, black mane of curls wisping behind her in the soft breezes gusting about the Weyr as she and North await the Weyrs' response. . .

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