Date Posted:21:50:09 03/10/02 Sun Author: S'sha and Kylith || Evelene and Palirth || Channa and Wrelth Subject: >>> In reply to:
T'ren~Jeneth - - Alara*Aghath
's message, "~*~" on 20:04:00 03/10/02 Sun
~Evelene wearily nods to herself as Alara gives the order to go between and starts to tell her green to follow, but is stopped by a sharp order from Kylith. Obeying silently, Palirth swoops low, checking over the area to make sure there aren't any burrows.~
*S'sha stays perched on her queen's neck, unwilling to move for fear of toppling off like an ungainly wherry. In a muttering tone, the queen answers Jeneth. We're both scored. My haunch and her left shoulder. Her score is bad and we both could use numbweed. "Evelene and Palirth are checking for burrows right now. Thread got my straps; I'm lucky they didn't break sooner." S'sha's voice is tired and rather flat, and she lets her flamethrower fall and crash to the ground, fortunately not breaking.*
*The black-haired girl jogs up to her sister's massive queen, packing a small pot of numbweed. "Here, 'Sha, get down here and I'll doctor you." Smiling wanly, Channa supports her sister as the goldrider pretty much falls off her dragon. "Thanks, Chan'. Ah, thank Faranth for numbweed." The bluerider expertly slathers the soothing paste into her sister's deep score. S'sha straightens as the pain fades and she can look her weyrmate in the air once more. "How about you and Jeneth? Scores?" the Weyrlady asks.*
*Meanwhile, Channa makes herself scarce, rubbing numbweed onto Kylith's wounded haunch. The queen croons as the pain disappears and glances down at Wrelth - full grown but immensely smaller than her golden bulk. Ignoring her numbed hands, the bluerider grins slightly at the dragon's exaggerated sighs of relief.*
~Palirth slowly and stiffly turns her slender green form back to the Weyrleader pair. Kylith, there was only one burrow to be found, and I flamed it. The dragon's voice is exhausted and with no further words, she flickers between, not even waiting for her rider to formulate an image of Igen Weyr.~
*S'sha half-nods, bracing herself against falling down as weariness hits full-force. "One burrow, and the green took care of that." Thank you, Channa, Kylith 'whispers' to her human's little sister, who just nods and tries to stay out of T'ren's way.*
