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Date Posted: 09:17:59 08/13/01 Mon
Author: Sh'muel-Lirth
Subject: Glances about worriedly. . .
In reply to: T'run et, Adath 's message, "Raises an arm..." on 08:20:49 08/13/01 Mon

~The other Weyrs aren't here yet!~ Lirth gesticulates impatiently with his head, nearly shouting, We can wait NO LONGER!! Thread is here! And indeed it is. The legendary menace is mere legend no more. Thread, falling from the sky like deadly rain, advances upon the Southern and Benden Wings. Sh'muel feels a shiver of fear jog up his spine. ~It is here. . .~ His mindvoice is down to a terrified whisper. Lirth growls gently, Now is not the time for fear. Come! For Thread was upon them. The bronze darts in among the falling death, charring it from the sky just as he had those practice ropes. By the time Lirth had flamed the first Thread, Sh'muel was no longer afraid, but exhilarated by the feeling of being among such possible destruction�and destroying it instead of the opposite happening. A grin finds its way onto his features as Lirth lets out another burst of flame. The burnt Thread shrivels under the dragon's phosphorous breath, squirming in protest for mere moments before filtering calmly to the ground as ashes. Sh'muel is transfixed by the Thread, fascinated by the way it wriggles through the air like polliwogs through water. Then we must be as fire-lizards, and exterminate them. But at least we do not have to eat them. Lirth lets out a small mind chuckle before returning to his task. Sh'muel glances behind him, and catches a glimpse of Chavala's green Sinouth flaming Thread just as Lirth does. He resists the urge to call back to her and looks up. Yes, there was D'ven with his brown Prosth, making the family proud. He grins slightly, then whips his face around in time to see the Thread hit his face. Even before he feels the pain, Lirth instantly ducks between, and both dragon and rider heave an inaudible sigh of relief as the Thread freezes and falls off. Lirth exits between, and his rider is much sobered. He has eyes only for the falling "rain", never taking his gaze from the clumps of Thread, even as Lirth chars them. He casts a quick glance about at the rest of the wing to see how they were holding up. . .

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Re: Glances about worriedly. . . -- D'rius - Dememnth & D'aven - Tampath, 12:15:39 08/13/01 Mon