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Date Posted: 20:04:00 03/10/02 Sun
Author: T'ren~Jeneth - - Alara*Aghath
Subject: ~*~
In reply to: S'sha and Kylith || R'nos and Leth || Evelene and Palirth || T'yin and Viouth 's message, "And thus Threadfall ends!" on 17:31:28 03/10/02 Sun

Tha- ~Got it,~ Jeneth interrupts before charring a clump. T'ren looks up, expecting to see another clump bearing down upon them. When he sees only a clear Southern sky, he freezes, thinking that Thread would return in full force within the moment. Nothing happens, and he lets his guard down. "It's over," he croaks. ~I think you need water,~ Jeneth mutters. I think you're right. He coughs, trying to clear his throat. After a moment, he asks, Did we get scored? ~Can�t you tell for yourself?~ T�ren rolls his eyes. My shoulder. Wasn�t prepared. And the buckle scratched my leg. ~My tail,~ Jeneth adds, completing the inventory. Tell the wing to return to their weyrs. ~Bronze wing, return to your weyrs!~ Then he complains, ~Kylith just told everyone to do that.~ Well then, you backed it up. Let�s see how they got through. Jeneth breaks formation, gliding easily to the ground. The bronze then regurgitates the firestone. I hate it when you do that. ~It�s necessary.~

The dragon half walks, half flies to where his weyrmate is. ~How did you two fair, Kylith-love?~ T�ren waves, wincing as the score on his shoulder opened. �What happened to your straps?� ~Her straps?~ Yes, her straps, both are snaped or broken. ~Chest strap?~ Well, we aren�t wearing them, are we now? Jeneth pauses, as if thinking. ~No, we aren�t, why aren�t we?~ No idea. �S�sha, burrows?�

Alara rubs her forhead, then runs a hand through her short hair. I�m tired Aghath� Let�s bring the wing home, eh? Aghath, who is feeling a bit fidgety, rotates her wing muscles. We both smell like fire-stone, too, Alara comments. She sniffs the air-the entire placed smells of the phosphoric stone, charred Thread, and burnt flesh. The rider rubs the cheek where she had been scored. It isn�t bad, not as bad as Threadscores could be. But her side hurts. She hadn�t noticed it before, but the same clump that had bitten into her cheek had also gotten her shoulder, upper arm, and side. Thread is over, and now the only thing Alara desires to do is slather numbweed on herself. *Igen greens, we go!* she calls to the Igenites in her wing. Numbweed, sleep, all good to me! Alara says gladly. Automatically, she raises her hands, and chops downward. Picturing Igen Weyr, she gives Aghath the command to go between. *Go!* Aghath flickers between.

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>>> -- S'sha and Kylith || Evelene and Palirth || Channa and Wrelth, 21:50:09 03/10/02 Sun
- {It's not supposed the be COLD here!} -- T'ren~Jeneth, 02:00:27 03/11/02 Mon
  - ~^~ -- Wessae~Shrineth * A'rak~Kadoth, 12:02:00 03/12/02 Tue
    - ~*~ -- T'ren~Jeneth, 20:56:57 03/12/02 Tue