*The Brown lets out a low rumble of distress, and D'tir flicks a tear from his eye as he is overcome by his dragons powerful emotion* -- The Foothills

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Date Posted: 20:05:39 03/07/02 Thu
Author: D'tir and Kuvoth
Subject: *The Brown lets out a low rumble of distress, and D'tir flicks a tear from his eye as he is overcome by his dragons powerful emotion*
In reply to: AlaraOOC 's message, "{Calling a weyrling!}" on 23:48:32 03/06/02 Wed

*The Brown flames a clump to their front and D'tir ducks the swiftly following Ash. When he looks up, he spies Alara and T'ren, both giving the signal for more firestone. With an edge on manages the concentration to shout out to the weyrlings, "THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE SUPPOSED TO DELIVER FIRESTONE, GET YOUR SHARDING BEHINDS UP THERE AND DELIVER! ALARA AND T'RENS WINGS, ON THE DOUBLE!" *With a sudden lurch Kuvoth dives downwards, grabbing a sack within his foreclaws* Perhaps if we started them off... *D'tir gave a wry grin, as usual, his dragon was the one who stayed calm during horrible situations.* "Throw it up here and then head to T'ren, hopefully the rest of the deliverers will get the picture." *The Dragon does so, grasping the top of the sack within his teeth, and swinging it around behind him... Only to flame seconds after the sack was released, sending blackened remains of what was a large clump of Thread tumbling to the ground. The Brown then deftly spreads his wings and soars upwards, heading towards the Bronze wing. Kuvoth pulls up along side the somewhat larger Bronze and D'tir calls out to T'ren, "THe Weyrlings are coming.... In this case, the WeyrlingMaster just had to get them going." *He grins and then with a swift motion, tosses the sack to the Bronze rider. Kuvoth then turns upon a wingtip and heads back down to the lower parts of the sky, where WeyrlingMaster and Dragon can defend the young riders from the menace as they fly, delivering the important packages of stone.*

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{Eeps! I got delivered firestone already, down there.} (NT) -- Alara, 21:37:19 03/07/02 Thu