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Date Posted: 11:03:33 04/18/04 Sun
Author: Fat Friar
Subject: Could I have...

Z'll- male- Blue Anth- Fort
Z'll tightened his boot laces, and also tightned his leg support. His left leg had succumbed to Thread as a weyrling, leaving him a severe cripple. He knotted his firestone on the harness, and checked the harness, blue eyes darting. He took his place, scrtambling up Anth's offered arm.
Z'll settled himself in the last two ridges. One gloved hand upraised, he sent his wing up. The fall was an odd one. It fell in clumps, the thickly all over. Anth got scored twice, Z'll twice. Flame searing a large swath, Anth maunevered expertly. Halfway through, he signaled the wnig to the weyr. Not one of the greens or blues in his wings had escaped a score. Dragons rumbled, belching ash all around him. He signaled riders to clean it up, and then pointed the heaslers around him to attend other riders. Smearing Numbweed on Anth's scores, Z'll saw how the clump had scored him. A thick part of the fall had escaped all fire, and scored. He placed another numbweedsoaked towel over his neck. Redwort in hand, he disinfected cuts. His ability to tell a true stayer, and the extent of an injury made him one of the most cautious wingleaders, an attribute the weyrlewaders encouraged.
A healer came over to him. As she fixed his arm, Z'll drank a much needed cup of klah. The hot liquid warmed him, and he shook out a cold stiffened hand.
The healer bandaged his arm, and was about to do more, but he waved angrily in his wingsecond's direction She had been scored three times, pregnancy making her slightly slower in ducking. Her green bellowed for help.
Once all the ash was in the asdh dump, and riders cared for, he signaled everyone to go to their weyrs to get much needed sleep.
As Z'll walked back up to his weyr, he thought about the Fall. If only he had moved a little more, his arms wouldn't be scored. He met his weyrmate halfway. She led him to the weyr, and removed his fighting things. Crawling in bed, he fell asleep almost immediately.

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