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Date Posted: 20:29:29 03/06/02 Wed
Author: Chavala * Sinouth :|: Sh'muel * Lirth
Subject: * || *
In reply to: Mave-Seereth, T'run-Adath, Kilia-Sith, D'rius-Dememnth 's message, "[::]" on 19:31:06 03/06/02 Wed

Chava and Sinouth were concentrating wholly on Threadfighting when they both heard the soul-splitting cry of a bronze to his queen. Chava gripped the leather straps tightly, too tightly; her knuckles grew white with the strain. ~~Who is it?~~ she asked her green, voice tense with worry, though somehow she knows, a premonition you could call it. {{T'run. And Adath.}} Sinouth, usually sententitious, was more brusque than usual, her mindvoice frought with grief. The green released another finger of flame to be certain she had the luxury before she let out a heart-rending keen. The Weyrleader of Southern was gone! But there was no time... no time to mourn, not yet. The pair returned to fighting, but were visibly shaken, and their concentration was all but lost.

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Lirth dove and spiraled among the Thread, careful to stay in formation, but almost playing with positions as he charred the strands. {{Haha... take that!!}} Sh'muel had not seen the bronze this cheerful since... since he'd Hatched! The bronzerider grinned as his lifemate swerved to avoid another clump of Thread, then snaked his neck around so he could extirpate the menace. {{Aaaah... this is the life, eh, Sh'muel?}} But Sh'muel had no time to answer, for the next instant, Lirth halted in midair; the only movement coming from the bronze was the lethargic, almost pitiful sweeps of his tired wings. Lirth's neck extended to the skies, and his jaws opened to let forth a series of eerie calls. Sh'muel was paralyzed by the sound. ~~Not...?~~ he asked, dreading the answer, though he was almost certain he would have known had what he feared been true. {{Of course not,}} Lirth replied shortly. He kept up the sepulchral keening for as long as he could, before another contingent of the Enemy approached, and he was forced to belch flame. {{It is T'run, and Adath.}}

Sh'muel's eyes widened. It was nearly as bad as it would have been had Chava died. The Weyrleader! But it appeared the bronzerider had gained strength since Prosth's death, for he did not pause to weep. There was no time. There would be later. ~~Lirth... we must continue fighting.~~ {{We are,}} the bronze answered, sending a flicker of fire through a nearby cluster of Thread as if to prove his point. But though they returned to the formation, the pair's blithe sojourn was over. A dragon had died, and it was time to concentrate.

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