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Date Posted: 17:31:28 03/10/02 Sun
Author: S'sha and Kylith || R'nos and Leth || Evelene and Palirth || T'yin and Viouth
Subject: And thus Threadfall ends!

*Swearing ripely every other wingbeat, the Weyrwoman clings tightly to the flamethrower as Kylith once more flickers between and back to dodge a clump, which they then dive to flame in time. Kylith maneuvers her way up into position again, her voice bleak as she reports another death. Her rider doesn't respond, merely letting loose another string of colourful curses. S'sha twists the wrong way as her dragon veers, managing to flame the targeted clump anyway before Kylith bugles shrilly. Wh-? is all the Igen woman can ask before she, too, feels the dangerous give of her riding straps. Thread must've hit them! she yells to Kylith, quite aware of the gold's sudden slow and deliberate flying. Glaring down at the ragged ends flapping loosely in the air, S'sha barely has time to swallow a yell as a swift dart to the side elicits another snapped strap. Shards, Kylith, that's both sides. Now holding on purely through the strength in her toned legs, the queenrider grits her teeth and grimly continues flaming the last vestiges of Thread, suddenly aware of their lessening.*

R'nos and Leth remain unscored as the Fall tapers off, the brown flaming the last tangle within his reach vengefully then hovering, his rider slumping over and pressing his hands to his ears in a useless attempt to block out the noise.

~Palirth smoothly obeys her WingLeader's orders and slides back into T'yin's vacated domain, also covering Euroth's as well. She darts and swerves methodically, neck snaking out to flame various Thread. As Fall ends, she, too, hovers silently, Evelene sitting straight and staring at the silver-less sky.~

Viouth's shrill, panicked scream sends chills into all who hear it. T'YIN! As W'ren and Datoth reach her rider first, she bugles angrily at the brown, having no other outlet but sheer noise for her stark fear. She does, however, allow W'ren and his lifemate to release her rider's bloody, limp body from the twisted straps and settle him on the ground. Completely ignoring the brown now, Viouth doesn't react as surprisingly, he dumps numbweed on her own scores, the pains of which have long since been dulled by terror. Only integrated obedience keeps the green from bugling at Shrineth, so instead she glares at her with red-laced orbs, whirling so fast as to be a blur. Luckily, she recognizes A'rak and Kadoth, and allows the boy to slather numbweed on her scores as well, his hands more precise than Datoth's dumping but the brown's efforts greatly appreciated. T'yin doesn't stir, his eyes closed and breathing shallow, heartbeat weak. With deep, nasty scores all across his shoulder blades and back, as well as his right arm, side, and leg, it's a miracle that his head and neck are relatively untouched. Needing to vent, Viouth throws her slender muzzle into the air and screams, her soprano voice carrying fear of death.

*Ugh. Can't someone shut that green up? S'sha mutters, hearing Viouth's shriek. Her rider is badly injured. It doesn't look good for him, Kylith replies, coming to a halt as the rest of Thread disappears, flamed by the upper wings. Carefully balancing on the thick golden neck, S'sha groans as a rush of pain nearly unseats her. I need more numbweed. The gold snorts. As do I. But I'd best announce end of Fall to these weyrling-brained idiots who keep getting themselves and their dragons scored. Despite the harsh words, the rider can easily make out the worried tone underneath. Riders and Dragons! Threadfall has ended! Take yourselves back to your Weyrs and get treated. Breathing deeply, S'sha hangs on to her flamethrower as Kylith descends, with the comment that without good riding straps, she certainly wasn't taking her lifemate between.*

((OOC- All Weyrwoman have some healing skills. Usually there's someone else, too, who has healing ability and all riders can take care of minor scores themselves.))

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