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Date Posted: 19:40:59 03/04/02 Mon
Author: Oineria .w. Luanth/K'ios .w. Raventh
Subject: * *

Oineria's delicate features are curved into a somewhat malicious smile. Her hand clutches the flamethrower, as it spews out the liquid which charrs Thread. Whiping her head around, she notices a brown go between, and not re-emerge. She sneers, weaklings, surely his injury couldn't have been that bad. She shakes her head in disgust, flaming a particularly large patch eagerly. It was almost poetic, seeing the silver turn suddenly to orange, red, and gold, then eventually to gray and black ash, falling irrisistably to Pern's surface as the hungry flames had run out of material to burn. She shivered a little, remembering the sight of a green's body covered with a writhing mass of Thread, she wasn't sure how she'd react if something happened to her beloved Gold. ~It will never happen to me. I am young, we are safe.~ Oineria gently ran a gloved hand along the Queen's hide, smiling. Good. I'm glad that's settled. See any bronzes you like, sweeting? The Gold's many faceted eyes moved about, and she gave the draconic equivalent of a shrug. ~T'ren and Jeneth are giving a good fight. But he is weyrmated to S'sha. I would not like to interfere.~ Oineria chuckled softly, her body and reflexes with the Fall, her mind with Luanth, and bronzeriders. What gives you the impression I'm going to become weyrmated with the dragon who catches you? The Gold seems a bit puzzled by that statement, returning their conversation to the Fall.

K'ios dodges as Raventh does, the bronze eagerly flaming a particularly large group. The thick hide of his jacket protects K'ios from the colder winds, though he still shivers a little from the breezes that make their way through the jacket's protection. Raventh's broad wings alow him to reach more constant speeds, though both rider and dragon are on the constant look-out for Thread. More wingspan means more places for Thread to reach. Raventh pivots suddenly, shifting posistion so that a clump of Thread doesn't score K'ios. Thanks. The bronze arches his neck, turning his head aside to gaze amusedly at his lifemate, even as he burns a clump of Thread to ashes. K'ios grimaces with intense pain as a clump he'd not seen lands on his shoulder, Raventh blinking instantly between. The relief is considerable, though K'ios realizes that he may not be able to last out the entire fall. His suspisions are confirmed as the pair return to Honshu, his arm still pains him considerably, he wines when he attempts to shift it. ~We must go to the Healer Hall then?~ Yes, I'm afraid so... Raventh looks a bit disapointed, taking K'ios once more between, though this time to the Healer Hall.

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